"HANNAH! HANNAH! HANNAH! HANNAH!"
"You'd think their throats would've gotten sore by now." Joanne mumbled. Angel nodded, half listening. His eyes were fixed on the blonde wig emerging from stage left. "Hey y'all!" Hannah Montana screamed through her microphone, running to take her place center-stage. She really couldn't been any taller than the little girls in the audience- let alone louder, either, over all that noise the children were making. The popstar was wearing her long, blonde tacky wig (well according to angel) with a pair of black high heeled boots, a black tank top covered in sparkly star sparkles, a pink skirt with pink dangly stars that angel recognized, these sleeve things in black and pink that weren't attached to her shirt, and more jewelry than a charm school! Haha! But seriously, it must be hard to move with all that metal angel thought.
"ARE YOU GUYS READY TO ROCK TONIGHT!?!?!?!"
"AAHAHAHAHHAHAHHHHAHHAHAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!"
Joanne tried shouting something to angel, but her voice quickly blended into the shrieks of the children Collins and Maureen.
"LET'S DO THIS!" And the music blared. Angel knew the song, Collins loved the song, Maureen would belt out the lyrics whether she knew the song or not, and Joanne was hiding her face from a client she say nearby with his 4-year-old daughter. Then the girl started singing and right away angel and Joanne's minds pulsed the same thoughts-
FAKER!
"That is so lip-syncing!" Angel whispered to Joanne, figuring that would be the only way for her to hear. "Tell me about it…don't tell Maureen, or it will be another reenactment of her pulling off Mark's Santa Claus beard at the Christmas party and starting her protest against posing as Santa-."
Ok, now Joanne was going off and Angel was feeling sad. He thought this girl was the real thing. "The doll's mouth's not even moving…" he whispered solemnly to himself, trying to absorb the audited music. 'Only two more hours of this, two more hours!'
By the final song, Joanne and Angel had both figured out their own ways to kind of enjoy themselves…
Angel decided that if he didn't look at her, he wouldn't have to watch what a horrible job she was doing and he could listen to the songs that he actually liked. So he just watched like the guitar player or something (who was pretty hot actually…)
Joanne, on the other hand, had a much more practical method- shutting her eyes and plugging her ears. She didn't really care too much about how silly she looked- women who wear suspenders usually don't.
"Nobody's Perfect…"
And her big finale had ended, (which was actually Angel's favorite song, if you must know) and the concert was over. The crowd roared, and Hannah Montana smiled all big like she'd done a great job or something, then hollered, "Thank you, g'night everybody!" She waved a jewelry-covered hand to the crowd.
And in that moment of her wave, Collins witnessed something shiny dropping to the floor, and noticed it right away, with his addiction to shiney things and all. "Hey, shiney!" he squealed, but then picking it up, he discovered it wasn't just any old shiney thing. "It's-it's---." Then he was breathing again.
"Hannah Montana's ring"
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