Blinded By The Lights
Chapter 2

When I'm with you
It doesnt matter where we are
Or what we're doing
I'm with you and thats all that matters
Time passes much too quickly


The long haired teenage brunette propped her legs up higher on the coffee table in front of her and examined her chewed-on nails, and then groaned, "I'm bored."

The young boy sitting in front of her shook his head and threw his chemistry book towards her, which only narrowly missed her nose before she caught it.

"HEY!"

"You said you were bored." Nicks expression was amused.

She rolled her eyes, "I don't even understand this shit. How do you know this?" She opened the book and flipped open random pages, groaning as she read each word.

"Because maybe I actually pay attention in class." He shook his head and got up to sit next to her on the couch. "You gotta study, Miles."

Miley shrugged, "Nah, I'll just copy your answers."

"We have finals in two weeks!" He tried to talk some sense into her.

"Exactly. Two weeks. It's way too early to start worrying you're curly haired head. Stop being such a nerd." She said before crouching over to the table in front of her and picking up the remote.

Nick didn't mention the finals again. He know Miley would somehow cope in the end, she always did. Instead he closed his own book and lounged on the couch beside Miley as she turned on the TV, flipping channels till she finally landed on one of her choice.

"Oh, ew, do you have to watch that?" He groaned while Miley chuckled.

"What's your problem?" She pretended to snap while the charectars on the rambled and bickered on about the most ridiculous stuff.

"It's a show full of twats and it gives New Jersey a bad name." He said, and tried to take the control out her hands. It resulted in failure.

"Protective, are we now, Nickyy?" Miley giggled, and stuffed the remote to her side.

"I'm just saying." He muttered before he sank back on the couch, deflated.

"You'll get over it." She said before bringing up the volume of the TV higher causing Nick to silently groan in the background.

Just at that moment, the door bell rang. Nick quickly scrambled to his feet to get the door before saying:

"I'll get it. Anything to escape Snooki and her magnified boobs."

Miley chuckled behind him. "Loser." She muttered, just loud enough for him to hear.

Nick opened the door to reveal a rather star struck Demetria. Wait… Star struck? Demi does not get star struck. Did Joe propose or something…?

"Uh, Demi?"

Her smile grew wider, showing all her pretty white pearls and her dimple grew prominent. She was shaking with exhilaration.

"You wanna come in…?" Nick trailed unsure.

She nodded and briskly walked inside, her whole body shaking and her face hurting from all the smiling. She was radiating happiness.

Before Nick could probe her for more information, a very un-Demi like invocation ripped through her lungs.

"OHHHHHHHHHH MYYYYYYYYYYYYY GODDDDD!" She squealed, laughing happily in between.

Now it's official. Joe did propose.

But wait, that's not possible. Since Joe is up in room right now. Sleeping most of his college life away.

So then, what the hell happened?

At the same moment, Miley came into the room, hearing all the noise.

"Is that-" She stopped dead in her tracks, "Demi? What the hell happened?" She said, eying her bestfriend up and down. She was hyperventilating.

"G-GUYS!" Demi started, the grin never leaving her face. "I- we-, ahhhhhh!" She burst out excitedly in the end.

Nick and Miley exchanged glances, questing the girls sanity.

"Umm…. Dems, are you okay?" Nick finally spoke, pulling Miley close to him as if Demi would attack any second like a mad woman.

She nodded fiercely, "Its just- my mom, she-" she paused.

"What happened to your mom?" Miley exclaimed, suddenly growing concerned.

"It's not like that. She's fine. But-," she paused again, causing both Miley and Nick to groan loudly.

"SPIT IT OUT, DEMETRIA!" Miley said, impatiently.

"Maybe you should sit down and talk…?" Nick suggested and gently gripped Demi's shoulder to guide her to a nearby chair.

"Okay," she started, trying hard not to smile so hard, "This morning, more like fifteen minutes ago. Or maybe not because that's when I found out..? Because I woke up soooo late, Joe wouldn't quit texting me last night and-"

"Demi!" Both Nick and Miley said in unison, cutting off her rambling.

"Oh, sorry, I'm just excited. Anyway, my mom she, her phone. She got a call!" She said excitedly, talking at full speed.

Nick and Miley exchanged confused looks.

"So?"

"Except of course, it wasn't just any call. I mean if it was I wouldn't be so excited so much. I mean, oh God. What's wrong with me? First I wasn't talking at all and now I'm going all blablablabla," she said, doing a sigh with her hands. "But it's not my fault, you'd be like this too, I mean, oh gosh, this is so exciting. I cant believe it!" The raven haired girl looked up to meet the glare of her best friends.

"Sorry, I should just say it, shouldn't it?" She muttered.

"No kidding!" Miley said in her southern accent, growing impatient.

"Right, so uh, my mom, she got a call-"

Miley cut her off midsentence, "Okay, YES, Demi. We get it she got a call. What's so important about that?" She demanded.

"It, the call, was from-," another pause and two loud groans, "a guy named Marshall."

"What? That was IT?" Miley choked out.

"No, no- The guy, he was some hot shot manager person, I don't know!"

This caught their attention.

"And?"

"He- he wants us to audition for the opening act of," the grin was back and she was shaking again, "SELENA RUSSO'S SUMMER TOUR."

Nick almost choked on his own spit. Miley almost fainted.

"Wha- WHAT?" Miley exclaimed after recovering.

"Are you freaking kidding me?" Nick was next to speak. Or yell. Whatever way you put it. "How? When? It's probably a joke!"

Demi shook her head and stood up, "He gave my mom the address and everything. He said he saw a video of us online and thought that we were exactly he was looking for. He wants an audition on Monday."

"Oh my god. This is crazy." Miley put a hand on her head, "I need to lie down." It was her turn to shake.

Nick, however, still had questions. "Who's Marshall?" He demanded.

"God, Nick, I don't know? But Monday is TWO days away! He said he needs us to fly out to Los Angeles. He'll pay for the air tickets and everything. And, god, did we actually just almost score ourselves a chance to open for SELENA RUSSO?" Demi exclaimed with frantic hands movements.

Just at that moment, Joe emerged from the top of the stairs. Sporting a wrinkled white shirt and messed up hair.

"What's with all the noise?" He asked in a groggy tone while slowly rubbing his eyes.

"Oh God, JOE!" Demi squealed and attacked him with a hug, "We've been called for audition for Selena Russo's tour! And we might-"

"What?"

"According to Demi at least, I cant freaking believe it!" Miley squealed, the excitement finally kicking in.

Nick even managed to smile with all his teeth, which, for him, was unusual. "Say hello to practicing till the guitars bleeds and we pass out from all the exhaustion." He grinned and held his arms out for a group hug.

-x-

"What if the don't like us?" The tiny brunette asked for what seemed like the hundredth time in the last 48 hours as she quit pacing around the wooden floored room and crossed her arms in front of her to face her friends.

"So we'll just have to suck it up and carry on with our lives like normal," Demi replied bored, judging by her tone, this probably wasn't the first time she had answered this question of hers.

"Calm down, Miles," Joe stated calmly, and stood up from his seat besides his girlfriend and walked over to her, "you look like someone whose wife is in labor." He swung his arm around her shoulder and steadied her.

"I know but…" she paused for a second, "what if I mess up?" she glanced over at her best friend sitting in the corner of the room as she said the words. He stared right back at her with his guitar in his lap.

"You won't" Nick spoke firmly and put his guitar away to walk towards her, "I promise." He passed her a little smile.

"Plus we practiced like crazy," Joe pointed out," it's going to be fine."

Miley sighed softly, "You're right. I'm just being a nervous moron."

"A very talented, nervous moron but yeah." Nick smiled and held out his arms for her to crawl in.

She smiled back at him and met him in a hug. He hugged back tighter.

"Aww, GROUP HUG!" Demi yelled from behind and attacked them with a hug, with Joe joining in.

Just at that moment, a polite cough was heard from the background causing the group to split apart.

"They're ready for you now." A woman with a clip board in her hands informed them. "Follow me." She instructed.

The four teenagers exchanged glances before following her through the wooden doors. Nick had silently slid his hand into Mileys, gently squeezing it for reassurance.

Inside the room the woman had led them was a panel of people. There were a few guitars in the corner, lots of different certificates framed on the wall and a drum set on one side.

"I'm Marshall," a man with short black hair stood up as they entered and shook their hands. "You might recognize me as the person who called you earlier."

Nick was first to speak. "Yes, we remember." He smiled politely, "Nice to meet you."

"We don't exactly have time for socializing here, Marshall," Steve said impatiently, "lets just get down to business. Show me what you've got, kids."

Marshall passed them all an encouraging grin and went back to his seat.

"Okay, uh, so we're going to be singing a called Stand for you today," Joe stated as the band got into position and the finally started singing.

Alone and helpless
Like you've lost your fight
But you'll be alright, you'll be alright
'Cause when push comes to shove
You taste what you're made of
You might bend till you break,
'Cause its all you can take,
On your knees you look up,
Decide you've had enough, you get mad,
You get strong, wipe your hands, shake it off,
and then you stand

A few more songs later, including solos from each member of the band, they were asked to leave. They were told they would receive a call if their band were to be selected, with all the details of the tour.

A week passed.

No phone call.

They were beginning to think they were probably rejected and then one day, when the tour teens were gathered up in Demi's living room, discussing the audition for the umpteenth time, they finally called .

"Guys, I think we should just forget about it. They probably hated us." Demi said, a thin layer of disappointment was hidden behind her words but she wouldn't let it show.

"But… that Marshall guy. I don't know. He seemed to like us." Miley countered feebly. It seemed like they'd had this conversation too many times.

"Demi's right," Nick stated slowly and emitted something like a sigh in between, "we're probably just-"

Half way through his sentence, the phone rang.

"I'll get it!" Miley practically leaped off the couch to get the phone.

The person on the other end of the line started speaking quickly through the line and Miley listened intently, letting out her occasional "yeah"s and "okay"s. But it wasn't until the very end of the phone call a huge grin finally broke out on her features and she turned to face her curious band mates.

"Well? Who was it?"

"Guys, we," Miley grinned, "WE'RE GOING ON TOUR WITH SELENA RUSSO THIS SUMMER!"

Thank you to everyone who read/reviewed the last chapter. :) Means a lot. Hope you liked this chapter. I admit, it is a bit boring but it was important for the plot line. I'll update soon, hopefully, considering its summer now. =D But anyway, leave me a review and tell me what you think! ;)

xoxo