Hannah Montana, the pre-teen popstar, has always gotten what she wanted. It was rumored that her mother died and in comfort the "Honky Tonk Heartthrob" Robbie Ray Stewart, a personal friend of her family, stepped up and became her manager, giving her a new dream after her first had been broken. But what she desires now above everything else, something that she may be willing to work for, is to blend into the crowd.

In case it's not clear, in this fanfic Hannah's the person and Miley's the alter ego she creates. Some attributes of her life will be different then the original, including her relationship with Robbie Ray. Enjoy,


The reporter nodded at the camera and pulled the microphone to his mouth. "You know her, you love her, and she's yet to finish middle school! The famous pre-teen popstar is giving me, Brian Winters," He paused, grinning cockily, before continuing, "the chance to interview her before her temporary hiatus, in her home state of Tennessee. With me now, Hannah Montana."

The camera zoomed out to reveal a chair beside the studio desk. The blonde popstar appeared, shaking hands with Brian before sitting down, looking to the reporter for the first question.

"So, Hannah," He began, "There's been a confirmed rumor that you will be going on a hiatus for a few months. What will you be doing during that time?"

"Well, Brian, in order to further my career, my manager, Robby Ray Stewart, and I will be moving to Malibu, California in the next few months."

Brian nodded. "There have also been many crazy rumors about your relationship with your manager. Some say that your parents were personal friends of his, others say that he is your actual father. Can you explain for us?"

Hannah smiled. "Of course. Robby Ray was a close personal friend to my parents, and when word got out that my parents had separated and neither were able to take custody of me, he took it upon himself to do so. He is currently my legal guardian and my manager, and I am extremely happy that things are the way they are."

Brian nodded again as she finished. "I see," he replied, moments later adding to the statement. "What are your plans in California?"

Hannah shifted in her seat, before answering, "To tell you the truth I'm not really sure; the next few months are probably going to be really hectic with the fact that I'm moving halfway across the United States, but along the way there might be a few concerts. There will be many more once the move is done with."

They talked for a few more minutes, until Brian stood up.

He grinned. "It's been great talking with you, but it looks like our time's up." He shook hands with Hannah again as she stood up. "Thanks for participating in this interview with me-" He paused yet again with his cocky grin, "- Brian Winters. I guess the next time we'll see you, you'll be in your new home in Malibu."

Hannah smiled at him and after a quick goodbye she left the screen. Brian turned to face the camera, shuffling the papers on his desk.

"This has been another interview by me," he ran a hand through his hair, "Brian Winters. I'll see you next time."

"And we're off!"

Hannah rolled her eyes as she walked up to Robbie. "He is such a -"

Robbie cut her off - "Egotistic reporter?"

She glanced at him. "Well, I was going to use a more colorful term, but that works too."

Robbie sighed. "Well, ignoring the fact that he can't stop thinking about himself, he did bring up some interesting topics." Hannah, who had been glancing around the studio, froze and slowly looked up at him.

"Oh yeah," She said sarcastically, "It's so interesting that I'm going to be on a big stuffy bus for two days."

Robbie frowned at her. "It's also interesting that you said your parents were separated. And besides, we're taking a plane."

She shrugged, looking up at him with an innocent face. "Well, it's a lot easier to say that instead of 'well Brian, my dad never knew I existed until he and my mom ran into each other and he asked who I was. And then a year ago my mom died and Robbie Ray decided it would be much nicer to become my legal guardian instead of shipping me off to some family in Oregon or somewhere, bla bla bla." Her expression changed to that of a bored one. "It saved about five minutes of explanations."

"Yeah well, you'll have a whole lot to talk about once we move into our Malibu beach house!"

Hannah stared at him. "A beach house? You bought us a beach house?"

From behind Robbie Ray appeared a short teenager with light brown hair. He sighed exasperatedly. "Come on, Dad, I've been sitting in the limo for an hour. Can't we go home?" He asked, his southern accent almost exactly mirroring Robbie's.

"Jackson!" Hannah shouted. "Robbie bought us a-"

"-beach house, I know," Jackson interrupted. "He already told me."

Hannah raised an eyebrow at him. "Why are you in such a bad mood?"

Jackson let out a loud sigh. "Scott called. He just finished his driver's test."

"How is that a bad thing?" Robbie asked, turning to face his son.

"Yeah," Hannah added. "Since you failed your test at least Scott can drive around with you."

"That's just it!" Jackson threw his hands up in the air. "He failed his test too!"

Hannah laughed at him. "What did he do, run over the instructor?"

Jackson got a weird look on his face, before glancing at his feet. "His first driving experience was to the hospital," he mumbled.

Hannah stared at him, an eyebrow raised. "How interesting. Anyway, we kind of do need to head home. Someone named Traci Vansomething or other is supposed to call tonight. She's like one of those celebrities that are famous because they're rich."

Robbie frowned at her. "And? You've already got everything you want, what more is there? Would you like a massage?"

Hannah rolled her eyes at him. "It's for my image. I'm not in it for the money," She explained. "Besides," She added as she headed to the exit, "The masseuse doesn't come until 8:30."

Robbie shrugged and followed after Hannah and Jackson. "This move better do some good on those two."

T.C.