MILEY'S POV

"THE 7 THINGS I HATE ABOUT YOU!" RAH!

I strummed my guitar. My hair flew in all directions as I head banged.

" YEAH. I'M A ROCK STAR! NO ONE CAN STOP ME NOW. WHOO OH, OH, OH," I sang out.

Too early said. Suddenly a car pulled up in the driveway.

"Darn it!" I mumbled under my breath. I put the guitar away.

"Miley. What's going on?" My mother asked. She leaned against the doorway of my room.

"Nothing."

"I thought I heard guitar noises out there."

"What?!…Err yeah it was the radio."

My mum put her hands on her hips and sighed. "Miley."

"What?" I shrugged. I tried not to blink.

My mother shook her head. "You were playing the guitar, weren't you?"

I let out a breath. I didn't understand the problem with that.

"Why?" Mum asked.

I bit my lip. This was unfair.

"I don't want you to end up like your brother." My mum commented. Like that explained everything.

"I was just having fun-"

My mother groaned. "Do we have to go through this again? Music takes you no where!"

"Then how are there people up there?"

My mother rolled her eyes. "It's one in a millon, Miles. And majority of them were born with the golden spoon. It's a waste of time, money and effort."

I began to feel a lump form in my throat ."Why are you so negative about this?"

"It's reality. I mean look at Jackson. He made the wrong decision and now look at him."

I clinched my fists. "It would have made it easier if you let him stay."

"You know I can't support his decision. He needs take responsibility."

I bit my tongue. It was cruel. Don't get me wrong; my mum is normally not this restrictive. When it comes to everything else, she's pretty much the best mother you can ask for. But with music- she's like a raging bull. Which is way I try to avoid the topic.

"Look. I know I'm harsh. But that's the music industry- unfair. If you go in there, you'll get hurt."

"Why do you make it a big deal?" I bit my lip. I was just playing for fun, wasn't I?

"It's for your own good. My mother explained, "The Industry plays with your mind."

"But just because I'm macking around doesn't mean I'm going to be a rock star," I said. I shook my head.

"That's what you say now. But you play once, you like it. And before you know it…"

I heaved a breath.

"You need to hand over the guitar." My mum said. She held out her hand.

I pouted my lips at her. "What's your problem? I like playing the guitar."

"And you are slowly turning into your brother. Under my roof- you cannot play/do music."

I stomped my foot. "Do you have to be so strict about this!?"

"Yes! I heard you out there. You want to be a rock star. I don't want you going behind my back."

"So my love for music can go to waste?!"

"I'm sorry but that's the way it has to be. At least til your 18. Then it's up to you. I can't do much about your decisions then "

"You got problems." I sighed. I handed her the guitar and walked off. Then my phone rang. Who was it?

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A/N: Ooo...Who is it you ask? You'll find out in 2 Chapters time. Also gotta say thanks for the reviews. I'm surprised I got 3 before I even started :O. Anyways, please do review. I crave it like chocolate :P You probably noticed Mileys mum is a completely made-up character. She does have a reason for not supporting music which you'll find out later. The next Chapter will show Hannah Montana's POV. Aiming to update weekly.