Well school has been put on full steam so as you have realized by now, the updates aren't as regular as I would like them to be. It's also a matter of myself being inspired and encouraged to write. Writing is something that I can't force myself to do, that's why it's my hobby, a passion. So please understand that I work hard on each chapter and working hard takes time. I've written out a plan of what events I want to include so that's gotten me more organized. If anybody has ideas, please share.
Anyways this chapter is beginning the tour, rehearsals and some relationship confusion. The whole scene of rehearsals when JB come on and she gives Nick a big hug is all true, even what they said; it's all from a backstage video of the 3d movie. By the way, anybody going? I'm going Sunday. Enough of me, read on:

October 16, 2007

In the early morning, cars were flying by as the limo sped down the freeway. Miley stared out the window and watched the light slowly appear into the dark sky. She flipped open her Sidekick and checked the time. 6:43. She groaned, leaned back on the head rest, and closed her eyes.

"Miley, what's wrong?" Tish asked from the adjacent seat. Miley just shrugged her shoulders and replied, "Just anxious. And a little tired."

Her mom nodded and reassured her, "We'll be there real soon. 10 minutes max." Her cell phone vibrated so she turned away and concentrated on the call. Miley returned back to her most uneventful activity of looking out the window but snapped her head down to her pocket when her phone also vibrated. She flicked open her phone and read the text: 'We're taking off soon. Cya at rehearsals.' She smiled but was interrupted when the driver reported that they had arrived at the airport and her mom shuffled around the car, "Make sure you have everything, lets go we're on a tight schedule." Miley picked up her Louis Vuitton bag and propped Rodeo against her chest and walked closely behind her mother, assistant, body guard, her uncle Mick Cyrus, and every other adult a 14 year old star needed for supervision and protection. Passing through seas of people, the famous and the unknown, Miley bent her head down and just kept walking.

Finally Miley found herself relaxed on a cream colored leather couch listening to her iPod while cruising through the light blue sky; oh the joys of a private plane. She tapped her foot to the beat of the music pounding in her ears and slowly drifted off into a sleep. Many hours passed but everyone let Miley nap because sleep would be limited for the next months. Her headlining tour was the talk of the moment with ticket sales hitting the roof and people doing anything to get them. She thought it was crazy, but was totally stoked and couldn't wait to hit the road and share her music with the all different kinds of people. Fortunately the wait was coming to an end and even more so when they landed in St. Louis, Missouri. As Miley stepped down the stairs leading to solid ground, she was overcome by delightful sunshine and crisp, cool air. It gave her a burst of new energy that in the past hours have been hidden away, and looked up at the sky. She breathed in and exhaled deeply and was guided to yet another limo that would take them to the Westin hotel.

Tish slid the room card through the mechanism on the door; the green light flashed, and pushed it open. Miley gasped, "Wow," and looked around the room. The dim lights reflected around the room and the bed was neatly made. She jumped backwards onto the bed and stared up at the ceiling sighing a sigh of relief. So far everything was going perfect. All of a sudden the room telephone rang loudly and her mother ran over to pick it up. She said a few words and hung up, "Rehearsals in an hour at the arena."

"All right, here we go," Miley said enthusiastically. However she looked into the mirror and frowned at her sloppy Juicy sweats and Uggs, messy hair and baggy eyes. She immediately threw open her suitcase and spent some much needed time in the bathroom with two very good friends: eyeliner and hair spray.

"Jonas Brothers are going to walk right onto the stage and we start We Got The Party," Kenny Ortega explained as the three handsomely dressed boys walked onto the stage, "Are we good?" Kevin slapped him a high five, "We're good."

Miley grinned as her friends approached and ran over, "Thank you" she said as she hugged Kevin who then stepped back and knocked into a dancer. Joe and Kenny were discussing choreography when Miley caught Nick's gaze. "Okay Scootchy," she told Joe to move as she pushed him out of the way. Miley hovered down and gave Nick a big hug, resting her head between his chest and shoulder. He wrapped his arm around her side as she clinged to him with a warm embrace. When they finally pulled away Kenny announced, "All right we're going to do a full run through of We Got the Party, then lunch break, so give it your all." They nodded and grasped the microphones that were handed to them. Miley started off the song and the rest eventually chimed in. Kenny shouted out random comments and directions through out the performance and by the time the last note was hit, everyone felt confident.

Back stage was a large buffet set up for everyone at rehearsals. Miley's stomach growled reminding her of how hungry she was and she swiftly walked over to the buffet table. She filled up her plate, keeping aware of the nutrition plan she's on, and grabbed a water. Nick was sitting alone so Miley plopped down next to him. He was quiet and staring at his plate while picking around at his food with is fork. Miley frowned, "What's up?" Without warning, he reached over and grabbed a baby carrot off her plate and popped it into his mouth. "Hey! That was rude," she said, trying to sound disappointed and looked away, but caught his eye and started to giggled.

Miley walked out the Scottrade Center with one hand in her pocket and made her way to the car that was conveniently parked in front of the venue. She slid into the seat and turned to her mother as they began to drive away, "Mom? Help."

"Yeah Miley?" she asked with concern. Miley groaned, "I don't know what to do with Nick! It's like, we'll laugh and talk, but that's it. We were dating and then took a break and now… I don't even know what we are anymore." Miley's eyes were clouded with a hunger for help.

"Honey, don't worry about that. If it's meant to be, then it will happen," Tish said as she pushed Miley's hair behind her ears. Miley looked up at her mother, "Go with the flow?" Tish nodded her head. "Thanks Mom," Miley reached over and gave her mom a hug. No matter what, she could always count on her mom for advice and loved her for that.

As Miley silently laid in her hotel bed, a light flashed from the table. She reached over to grab her phone while attempting to not roll off the bed and hid under the blankets to block out the brightly lit screen. It was a message from Nick, 'Can't sleep.' The clicking of her fingertips against the keyboard was all you could hear in the dormant room, 'Me too. What room are you in?' Less than a minute later he responded, '229.' Miley's heart raced, 'I'm four down. Meet you at the snack machine?' She slowly sneaked out of her bed, took the room key, and with extreme caution she closed the door and tip toed down the hallway. She shivered when her bare feet hit the cold tile of the small room. The ice machine hummed, randomly releasing ice cubes onto the floor and the candy machine also made its own music of unkempt machinery. Miley leaned against the wall and slid down to the floor. She sat there, with her back against the wall, arms wrapped around her legs, and head resting on her knees.

Eventually Nick's figure grew closer, "Who knew Kevin was such a deep sleeper." He flipped his room card up in the air and caught it between his fingers and looked at Miley's upturned smile. Nick shuffled his way to her side and sat against the wall. After a moment of silence Miley said blankly, "I guess. I guess I'm just thinking about too much." She turned her head and looked at Nick. Her stare burned through his deep brown eyes. Their gaze suddenly broke apart when they heard a group of enthusiastically loud girls walk towards their direction. As they came closer into view Miley recognized their long dark hair; it was Candice and Kay: her backup singers. Her backup singers who would question why Miley and Nick we're sitting in an ice room of a hotel at 11:30 at night. The two picked themselves off the floor and jumped behind a soda machine. They were squeezed against the wall and listened quietly until the footsteps and laughter faded. Miley turned around to face Nick but he laced his fingers through hers and pushed her backwards and out of their hide out. "We're totally pushing our luck," Nick sighed. Miley agreed, "I know. We're not even officially on tour yet and we're already sneaking out at night." They both laughed as they, hand in hand, walked down the hallway to their rooms. When they parted from each others hold, they whispered goodnight and carefully slid the key into the door and pushed it open. Miley caught one last glimpse of his bushy hair but then focused her attention on not getting caught by her mother. She slipped under the covers and breathed quietly, her heartbeat racing. She eventually fell into a deep sleep, with the simultaneous beats of their hearts echoing through the hotel walls.

As a closure, I'd like to thank each and every person that was apart of the Best of Both Worlds Tour. The last concert is tonight, January 31, and to even think of this huge explosion of Miley-mania makes me feel so proud of her. I met and spoke with Miley, yes I did, and I felt like the luckiest girl alive and I still am thankful. I love her like a sister and wish her the very best. Now go REVIEW!! haha