NOTE: Lost-in-LaLaLand3 was right. I was watching 'Everybody was best friend fighting' and 'song sung bad' on the same day so I got the episodes mixed up. So the mike standley thing actually happened in 'Everybody was best friend fighting'.

Eh brain block.. it happens to us all. enjoy

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CHAPTER THREE: GOTTA BE MORE TO LIFE

"C'mon you can tell me. I won't tell that Jake Ryan's secretly hiding somewhere in Florida because he somehow was able to secretly aid me into college. What? Did you meet at some 'Ryan's Anonymous' group where all the people with the last name of Ryan join together in hope to one day dominate the world?" I asked sarcastically as he laughed lightly.

"No… Jake and I go a long way back. Kind of like best friends since pre-K. Then he got caught up in stardom and forgot what it was like to be a normal kid…so as usual, I guess he forgot about me… but made up for it by getting me into UMiami" he said staring off into space but it still seemed as though he was thinking.

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Job No. 1: janitorial work ??

How …did I, Miley Ray Stewart, end up coming from double life Hannah Montana… to double life Sammi Miami-the janitor. Okay let's minus the fact that I'm in Miami, and the fact that gazillions of other people are out looking for a job and have already snagged it… you'd think I'd find a decent job, waiting tables or something… nope

Splash. The sound of the mop being dunked into a dirty bucket filled with water that was 'supposed' to clean the floors of the dining hall of the school. The usual snickers and giggles as passer-byers (mostly snooty little spoiled rich girls) watched me clean their mess. If only they knew I was Miley. But I was reminded as my hair fell in front of my face… red. I'm a redhead. With shoulder length hair and emerald eyes. I'm not Miley… I'm Sammi Miami. The girl with the stupid job and freaky name.

I tried to make the most of the hot day. The air conditioner had been broken and they repair man was trying to fix it before school started in a week… well technically school officially started in a week. But some courses started already and boy did I not like to wake up early, clean, go to class, eat, clean, homework, go in whenever someone barfed. It's a disgusting job, but someone has to do it… who'd imagine it'd be Hannah Montana right.

Well back to this hot day. I didn't want my ipod to accidently fall in the bucket again so I plugged it into the stereo and played it on shuffle. Who'da guessed it'd be 'Life's What You Make It' by Hannah Montana. Wonderful. It's like Hannah is haunting me. But I make the most of it. I start dancing and moping, using the mop stick as if it were my microphone.

Don't let no small frustration

"NO NO NO, I HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO FIND SOMEONE THAT GOOD THIS LATE. KELLY CLARKSON? AVRIL LAVIGNE? ANYONE? NOT EVEN LINDSAY OR ASHLEE? " someone screamed

Ever bring you down, nononono

"WELL WHO ELSE WILL PLAY HER? WHO'S THAT? NO NONNO! I NEED THE CELEBRITY FACTOR. WHYY. WHY????? KIDS WANT A GIRL WHO SOUNDS LIKE HANNAH OR A CELEBRITY- NOT SOME KELLIE MCKEITH WHO ACCORDING TO YOU SINGS FABULOUS OPERA. OPERA-SHMOPERA. DON'T THEY LOVE AVRIL JUST AS WELL? WHAT WITH THAT NEW 'GIRLFRIEND' SONG? WE CANT RAISE HER SALARY FOR THIS MOVIE, WE'LL HAVE NOTHING LEFT. NONONO." he continued

Just take a situation

"WAIT" he said

And turn it all around. With a new attitude everything can change you make it how you want it to be. Staying mad, why do that? Give yourself a break. Laugh about it and you'll see: Life's what you make it so…I sang dancing around once again probably like a maniac… again. Why me.

"YOU" he said pointing to me

I just kept on singing. I honestly didn't even realize he was talking to me or even the fact he was there. Even Derrick had been calling my name. Well my fake name. So how was I supposed to know how to answer? And since when did Derrick get here?

"WHAH?" I said stopping and turning around feeling someone had tap my shoulder. What do I see? I find a man who looked as if he belonged to the F.B. I. and gorgeous Derrick

"SAMMI!" he screams. At first I respond with, "Who?" but I luckily I realized it was me as I turned off my ipod.

"Oh haha me," I said pointing to myself, flashing a cheesy smile and laughing from a bit of embarrassment.

"God Sammi, did anyone tell you, you sound just like Hannah?" Derrick said looking at me

"Well now you have. Did you know you sound just like her?" the F.B.I.-looking man said

"Well thank you…who are you?" I asked expecting him to do one of those police flashy things where they flash their ID cards and flip it back closed. But he didn't unfortunately; instead he just took out a business card.

"James Beechwood. Talent scout, former agent to Jake Ryan and millions of other famous stars that I can't even start naming because then you'd be bored to death. Anyways, here's the point. On behalf of my company, we would like you to be our (moment of dramatic pause) Hannah Montana."

"Beechwood say whaa?" I said feeling a little woozy.

"You are our only hope to make this movie happen. It'll be filmed right here in Florida too. Some shots in Malibu, some here and there but overall in Florida."

"This is amazing Sam, you should totally do this. It's a once in a life time chance," Derrick added

And that's when thoughts just darted through my head. It seemed as though the thoughts pushed hard because the next thing I knew I felt as though I was falling. But in actuality, the feeling of falling wasn't because of my thoughts strongly pushing, it was me fainting.

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I prayed that it was all a dream as my eyes wearily opened. I was in my bedroom... maybe it was a dream! But I guess I shouldn't have assumed so quickly as it always ends in bitter sourness.

"Good you're awake." Mr. Beechwood said. Ever feel like you've woken up to a hangover or read books where a character wakes up after a bad night feeling as though it was a hangover? Yeah well now you know how I feel.

"What are you doing here?" I asked. Isn't it creepy to meet a complete stranger to find yourself waking in your own room with that same man in a suit sitting in a chair in the corner of your bedroom?

"Well couldn't have our future Hannah lying on the filthy floors now could we?"

"I never agreed to be your Hannah," I retorted. People would definitely notice that I was Miley. They'd re-dye my hair, change my eyes already with contacts to be back to blue. They'd see right through me.

"Please I beg of you." He begged. Wow. never thought I'd see the day when an agent of billions of superstars would grovel on his knees begging for a no one, "Without you, this movie's a failure. It's all about Hannah Montana and her dual identity. We thought it'd be a great hit. It'll be like a biography of her life in a comedy for teens.

"I can't," I said

"'Course you can," Derrick said entering the room eating a bowl of Easy Mac, "C'mon, what's there to loose? You'll be famous. You'd make the perfect Hannah"

"No seriously, I can't. I mean I look nothing like her for one," I said. Who am I kidding, makeup can hide so much these days.

"Makeup" both Derrick and the agent said as if they were to say, "Duh"

"Just do it. If you hate the fame, then you can always pull out. Not audition. C'mon. I'm offering you the part and you didn't even have to audition," once again Beechwood begged

"No" I said firmly. As much as I wanted to help, I couldn't in this case. This was one major exception. Can't say yes, can NOT say yes

"Whyyyy," he whined

"Because I don't want to"

"Why wouldn't you want to?" Derrick asked still eating, a bit more calm than Mr. Beechwood over there.

"Because I don't want fame or money. I like life the way it is"

"You like being a janitor?" Derrick asked. Point. But I just can't. and hopefully once school starts again and people are too busy panicking and studying, more jobs will be open

"Yes" I lied

"You are so stubborn," he said stopping mid-bite as I lied, "just like her" he whispered thinking I wouldn't be able to hear over Mr. Beechwood's sobs-fake sobs I must add, but I could tell he was kind of tearing up

"Um come again?" I asked Derrick to see if he'd repeat it louder and more audible to actual humans

"Nothing," he said walking out of the room

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From the eyes of Derrick Ryan

(it's kind of obvious I'm Jake… but idk why everyone else is oblivious to that fact)

On the grounds of UMiami

So I'm basically about to leave campus for lunch because I can't stand seeing Sammi moping the floors as I'm eating. Couldn't she have found a better job? Well anyways, I hear music coming from the hallway leading to the dining hall. And with that I also hear a louder voice singing along. And then I'm thinking 'no freaking way it's Miley' because Miley ran away (yes, yes I saw the news, who hasn't).

I'm not trying to say I was disappointed when I turned that corner. Of course, I was kind of, since it wasn't Miley. It was Sam and surprisingly, she sounded just like Miley… well er Hannah… whatever. But on the bright side, she could sing. Then there's shouting from my worst nightmare: James Beechwood. My agent before I ran away

Hopefully he'd be dumb enough to fall for my disguise. Today, I had my glasses on (they're actually glasses that do nothing to help me see since I have perfect vision. I just hate putting those color contacts in to change my eye color so I figured no one would notice my eyes if I just tossed on glasses), my hair is dyed brown, and my fashion sense? I basically left almost all my clothes back at home, so when I got here, I just went shopping… that just sounds plain weird coming from a guy.

Remember this scene? It's in his eyes now

"WHAH?" she said stopping and turning around

"SAMMI!" I scream. She says, "Who?" and quickly adds, "Oh haha me," pointing to herself as she turned off her ipod

"God Sammi, did anyone tell you, you sound just like Hannah?" I asked

Then James cuts in, "Well now you have. Did you know you sound just like her?"

"Well thank you…who are you?" she asked skeptically. I wouldn't be surprised. Why would a man like him be coming up to her to randomly compliment her singing?

"James Beechwood. Talent scout, former agent to Jake Ryan and millions of other famous stars that I can't even start naming because then you'd be bored to death. Anyways, here's the point. On behalf of my company, we would like you to be our (moment of dramatic pause) Hannah Montana"

"Beechwood say whaa?" she said bug-eyed. You know after meeting Sammi, I felt like I really liked her, but look at me. Why am I so mad that they're trying to replace Hannah? No one can replace Miley… but Sam's my friend

"You are our only hope to make this movie happen. It'll be filmed right here in Florida too. Some shots in Malibu, some here and there but overall in Florida."

"This is amazing Sam, you should totally do this. It's a once in a life time chance," I said… that's being supportive of me right? Let's just ignore the whole fact that I'm ready to scream at her for the fact that she's going to replace Miles.

Then she fainted. Great, I wished something bad to happen to her… I didn't think it'd actually happen

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Okay so I feel bad that I kind of willed her to faint or die… but it's for the best right? Miley revealed her secret and now, it's just a movie…and it's not like I know where Miley is. Heck she could be all the way in Paris for all I know. And she probably hates me for running away… that's what led her to run too. Crazy what the fame does to you. But it's not like Sam grew up with the fame. And she doesn't have a major secret the paparazzi would kill to know. And she needs the money, and she basically has no where else to go. She needs this. I should support this.

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"You are so stubborn," I said. I swear she's sounding more and more like Miley, "just like her" I whispered

"Um come again?" she asked

"Nothing," I shrugged and walked out. I realize: there's no reason to go back home. I have to make due with what I have now. My normal life.

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Back to me. Miley.

"I'll do it" I said knowing I would regret it

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Months pass…

He was always there for me, but not in he spotlight. He didn't want to be there. My Derrick. Could I have been wrong about my first love?

(just referring to different TV shows. Not giving them a bad name or anything I swear)

TRL, Regis and Kelly, Entertainment Tonight, News, Oprah, guest staring on shows

I'm more into acting. I avoid singing as much as I can. I've basically only sang in the movie and in the soundtrack for the movie... i don't know what difference there was between 'Hannah's' original songs and mine-since we're the same people

Samantha, Sam, Sammi Miami. That's all you hear. Sammi Miami this, Sammi Miami that. I have no friends besides Derrick and Mrs. Birhgman. They knew the Sammi before the fame. I have no Lola, no Mike. What would I do without Derrick and Mrs. Birhgman? I'd have nothing. I'd have screaming girls and guys hollering at me. Why hadn't they seen anything in me before?

School? What was the point. I got my assignments in on time, I attended classes when I could. I'd make sure I made up the work. I've barely slept the last few months. A break in Malibu? I couldn't agree more. Normally I'd disagree, refuse. But I can't. I'm too tired, too weak to fight the media, the schedule. It's amazing I'm still able to keep my identity

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Guess who: "WHO DOES THIS SAMMI MIAMI THINK SHE IS"