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Everything with a * behind it, will be translated on the end of this chapter :)
Everthing's gonna be okey.
Yeah, it's a party in the USA.
Miley stared at the crowd that has won souncheck tickets in awe. There were more people then at any other concert soundcheck. She was enchanted by it, that she didn't realize Joe comming closer to her, untill he pulled her up from the floor. "What, Joe?" She sat down on the steps he had lead her to, confused.
Joe flopped himself next to her, adjusting his glasses. "You've all heard of our lil' sis right? And if you haven't yet, this is her; Miley Ray Jonas!" He grabbed onto her arm when she tried to stand up again. "She's gonna give you a little entertainment today." He handed a confused Miley his microphone. "Knock them down." He winked before getting up.
Demi had now replaced Joe on the steps, Nick's microphone in her hand. She swayed from left to right, along the rythm Nick and Kevin had started playing. "You come from here, I come from there." She started with Miley's lyrics, knowing her best friend would not start singing for a while. "You rock out in your room, I rock a world premiere." She nudged Miley in the ribs. She got up from the steps, dragging Miley after her to the two simple, black microphone stands.
"We're more alike then anybody could ever tell (ever tell)." Their voice were in harmony with eachother, making their own written song sound great.
"Friday we're cool, monday we're freaks." Demi placed her microphone in the left stand, taking her place behind it.
"Sometimes we rule, and sometimes we can't even speak!" Miley imitated her friend, placing her microphone in the stand infront of her. "But we can get up, and let loose and L.O.L! (L.O.L)" Miley laughed as Demi threw her head back and laughed out loud. To everybody else this looked weird, but if you knew the story behind the lyric, you wouldn't be so surprised that Demi laughed everytime she sang it. "It may seem cliche, for me to wanna say, that you're not alone! (not alone)."
"And you can call me uncool, but it's a simple fact." Demi pulled her microphone from the stand again, bouncing over to the other side of the small piece of the big stage they always used for the soundchecks. "I still got your back, yeah yeah yeah!" She jumped, and threw her arm up on every yeah.
"'Cause we're one and the same.
We're anything but ordinary.
One and the same.
I think we're almost lengendary.
You and me the perfect team.
Chasing down the dream.
We're one and the same.
Hey, Hey, Hey,
La, La, La, La, La."
Demi was everywhere on the small stage. Rocking out with Kevin, dancing around Nick or jumping up and down, while banging her head with Joe. She eventually came back to Miley's side, placing her microphone back in the stand.
"I'm kind of like you, you're kind of like me!" Demi looked at Miley, while she grabbed onto the stand with two hands.
"We sing the same song, but in a different key." Miley, who had already had both her hand on her microphone, pushed her stand forwards, while swaying on the rythm of the song.
"It's got a rythm that you and me can get along. (get along)" Miley leaned forwards, while she sang the lyrics with Demi. She had never expected that performing for such a big crowd would maker feel.. feel so amazing, so adrenaline pumped.
"It may seem cliche for me to wanna say, that you're not alone."
"And you can call me uncool, but it's a simple fact, I still got your back!" Demi took her microphone from the stand, letting the stand tople to the ground. She made sure it wasn't rolling anymore, before she shot a glance at Joe, a smirk appearing on her face.
"'Cause we're one and the same.
We're anything but ordinary.
One and the same!
I think we're almost lengendary.
You and me the perfect team.
Shaking up the scene.
We're one and the same!"
Demi slipped her foot under the space between the floor and the stand. She brought her leg up, getting an effect on the stand so it rotated as it flew upwards. She then caught it in her left hand, placing it down again. She looked back at Joe, who's face was wearin an; 'she just totally stole my move, and made it ten times better' look.
"'Cause we're one and the same.
We're anything but ordinary.
One and the same!
We're something more than momentary!"
Joe sneaked up behind Demi, holding his finger to his lips so the audience would stay quiet. He rubbed his hands together in a creepy way, he then wrapped his left arm around the brunette's waist, pulling her up in the air. With his other hand he quickly took the microphone stand.
"'Cause we're one.
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah!
'Cause we're one.
Anything but ordinary.
You and me the perfect team.
Chasing down the dream.
Oh, You and me the perfect team.
Shaking up the scene.
One and the same!"
Miley had a hard time to hit the right notes, as her mind and heart told her to start laughing. Demi was still held up by Joe, who was now jumping up and down. She shrieked everytime he jumped up while screaming thing like; 'Zet me neer!(*)' and 'I will kill you if you don't put me down!' at him. "Hey, Hey, Hey. La, La, La, La, La. Hey, Hey, Hey!" As soon as she stepped away from the stand with the microphone, Miley started laughing at the sight of her brother and her best friend. The audience behind her going crazy with cheers.
Joe was twirling in circles, Demi hanging on his shoulder. "One and the same! Anything but ordinary!" He was trying to get the lyrics right as he twirled around. The stand he had stolen away from Demi was now lying on the floor, long forgotten.
"Miley, zeg dat hij me neer moet zetten! Ik wordt misselijk!(2*)" Demi cried out as Joe continued to twirl them both around, while still singing their song at the top his lungs. "Asjeblieft!(3*)"
"Joseph!" Miley said in her stern 'you are in so much trouble' voice, her hands placed on her hips. "If you don't wanna have vomit all over you in the next ten seconds, I recon you put her down right now." She chuckled quietly as Demi was on her feet in a heartbeat. The only thing is she fell down on her butt as soon as she was placed down, taking Joe with her, seeing as he wasn't much support in his dizzy state.
"I h-hate you." Demi let herself drop back onto the ground. "Ooh, alles draait.(4*)" She giggled. "Miles, kan je het draaien laten stopped, ik wordt er misselijk van.(5*)" She now whined.
Miley look at Joe, but he wasn't in a much better state then Demi was. "This is your fault, you know?" She didn't listen to his weak cries of protest, and just stepped over him. "Let's get you to a chair." She pulled Demi up, balancing her as she swayed from left to right.
She's just that girl,
the one that's dancin' through my mind.
"It's not so hard Joe! 'Mijn naam is Joe, en wij zijn de Jonas Brothers'.(6*)" Miley repeated the sentence for Joe, feeling as if it was the millionth time she had done it that afternoon. Joe was set on learning a few sentences in Dutch. Nick and Kevin had picked it up pretty fast, and they were now playing guitar hero on the TV in their hotel room. But Joe on the other end, it was a whole different story.
"Mijn naam is Joe, en... wij.. zijn de Jonas Brothers?(6*)" He said, uncertain of his own voice. He grinned when Miley threw herself at him, letting out a cry of; 'Finally!' "I'm not that bad am I?"
"Says the boy who pronounced 'naam' as 'nom'? How did you even do that?" She leaned back on the bed, her eyebrows pulled up. "I don't even want to know." She held her hands up when Joe opened his mouth to protest at her for not being to bad at learning the sentence. "Next one; 'Jullie zijn geweldig'.(7*)"
"Jullie zijn... uhm..(8*)" He looked at Miley, pleading her with his eyes to say the last word again. "Uhmm.."
Miley pinched the bridge of her nose. "Geweldig.(9*)"
"Yes, that's it! Jullie zijn geweldig!(7*)" Joe dropped himself back onto his bed. "Enough for the dutch lessons, I'm tired."
"You wouldn't be if you hadn't jumped around at the souncheck today. I think someone had one redbull to much." Miley hopped of Joe's bed. "Now, if you excuse me. Demi and I have still got to make a plan for tonight, we want to make it a night Gomez will never forget. Haha!" She rubbed her hands together, giving an evil laugh.
"Miley." Nick said sternly, still focused on the game he and Kevin were playing. "Ha! I won, again!"
Miley turned towards Nick and Kevin. "I wouldn't talk much Nicky, you were the one that stole my music sheets. I can tell mom on you." With that she turned around and left her brothers' hotelroom, making her way towards her own. She only had to get her bag, and put some other shoes on.
She looked down at her feet. They were covered by her chocolat brown uggs, and she decided that she could go out with these, they weren't bad to look at. So she quickly shot into her hotelroom, and grabbed her bag.
She had said she would meet Demi at 4, at the little cafe on the corner of the street. And since it was 7 minutes to 4, she had to hurry. She shot down the four stairs, being on the second floor, and through the lobby of the hotel quickly. But she stopped dead in her tracks infront of the door, when she was met by, what looked like, millions of flashes and screams. She let her eyes slowly glide over the hundreds of screaming fan girls, and a bunch of paparazzi.
"Oh mijn god.(10*)" She muttered. She had no idea how she could wrestle her way past those withouth injuring themselves. She wasn't famous because of her singing, but because of her brothers. And they all tought, that if they couldn't get the brothers on camera, their little sister would be good too. "God, wat moet ik nu doen?(11*)" She took a deep breath to calm herself down. "Here we go, Miley."
She pushed the glass doors of the entrance of the hotel open. Imediatley the flashes grew. They came faster after eachother, and seemed to come from everywhere around the long lost Jonas sister. Miley turned left, knowing that the cafe was that way. She was surprised when all the girls went out of the way, forming a path to let the girl pass them. "Thanks?" She looked uncertain, but quickly went through the crowd, hoping that they wouldn't follow her.
None of the girls followed her. They rather stayed at the hotel, hoping to still catch a glimpse of the famous brothers. But a few paparazzi did follow her. Miley ignored their questions, how innocent they may seemed. She quickly made her way down the street, and she finally spotted Demi standing infront of it, waving her arms excitedly.
"Hey Mi-" She was cut of when I pulled her inside, closing the door quickly behind us. As every good paparazzi dude, they all stayed outside, but the continued to make pictures. But atleast they couldn't understand the conversation going on between the two best friends anymore. "Waar was dat voor nodig?(12*)"
"Paparazzi." Miley simply answered, while making her way towards the counter. "Hallo." She smiled at the boy behind it. "Ik wil graag een..(13*)" She let her eyes glide along the menu that was hanging behind the boy. "mocha milkshake, alsjeblieft.(13*)" She smiled at the boy, leaning onto the counter.
"Komt voor elkaar.(14*)" The older boy nodded, and then looked at Demi. "En jij?(15*)" He waited, but was already typing Miley's order into his cash register.
"Hmm," Demi hummed for a second. "een frappucino chocola, mocha, alsjeblieft.(16*)"
"Ok." He handed his collegue the paper with the girls their order. Then he turned around. "Dat is dan 5 euro 10.(17*)" He pointed at the cash register, showing that it flashed 5 euros and 10 cents in blue letters there.
Miley pulled her wallet from her bag, but groaned when she looked in it. "Ik heb al m'n euros uitgegeven in Spanje gisteren.(18*)" She huffed and looked at Demi. "Ik heb alleen nog dollars, heb jij genoeg geld mee? Je krijgt 't echt terug!(19*)" She looked at her best friend with puppy-dog eyes. "Please?"
Demi shrugged. "Is ok, ik heb gisteren mijn loon gekregen.(20*)" She handed the boy a five euro bill and a coin of ten cents. "Alsjeblieft.(21*)" She placed her wallet back in her pocket again.
The boy leaned on the counter, staring intently at Miley. "Ben jij niet dat zusje van de amerikaanse band, uhm, ik weet ff niet hoe ze heten. Maar 't was iets met 'n lang verloren zusje, ofzo?(22*)"
Miley's cheeks turned a light shade of pink. "Ja, ik ben het zusje van the Jonas Brothers. Maar hoe weet jij dat nou? Je ziet er niet echt uit als een fan.(23*)"
The boy shrugged his shoulders. "Ben ik ook niet, maar ik weet nog hoe m'n zusje aan het schreeuwen was toen de Ellen show aan het kijken was een paar weken terug. Iets over; 'Zij is zo'n geluksvogel!' en 'Ik kan niet geloven dat ze een zusje hebben!' Toen moest ik fotos van je bekijken op mijn computer.(24*)" He rolled his eyes and turned around to take the two drinks from his collegue. "En die fotograven gaven al aan dat je beroemd bent.(25*)" He placed the drinks infront of the two girls. "Alsjeblieft.(21*)" He gave them a nod.
"Bedankt.(26*)" Miley smiled when she and Demi walked away from the counter, trying to find an empty table. They sat down at one at the window. "Eindelijk, een beetje rust.(27*)" She ignored the paparazzi that were standing at the other side of the road.
"Hmhmm." Demi took a sip of her frappucino.
I know this isn't what I wanted,
never tought it'd come this far.
"So, how long till we can hear all those freaked out girls scream even more?" Miley sat on a cardboard box that was underneath the stage. She could hear the crowd go wild already, and it was just an opening act that was playing. Her phone and iPod that she had brought with her to entertain herself, were now lying next to her, already forgotten. "You think I can go look for Demi when you go on stage? She has to be out there somewhere."
"You want to get mobbed by hundreds of girls?" Joe adjusted his earpiece, so it sat more comfortable in his ear. "We'll get Big Rob to search for her, and get her here." He motioned to the big bodyguard, who was talking to their mom, with his head. "He'll find her in no time, she's in the front right?"
Miley looked at the text message that Demi had send her twenty minutes ago, for what felt like the millionth time. "Yes, section B." She placed her phone down again. "I so don't wanna be you right now." She winced as she heard the crowd go louder. "I would be deaf in a heartbeat." She hopped of the box her butt had been on comfortably for the last thirty minutes. "Now, how long till you have to go up?"
"Four minutes!" Nick yelled at her from the other side of the cramped space. He too, was sitting on a box. But the box he was sitting on, was the one he had arrived in through the crowd. Miley had three choices how to get underneath the stage; Joe, Nick or Kevin. She had chosen Nick, because he was slightly shorter then the other two. So that ment that there was a little more space, even if it ment she had to sit cross legged on his cross legged legs. "I'm so happy we have a few days off after this." He leaned back against the steelbar that helped hold the stage up. "I'm so tired."
"Another reason why I am happy not to be a popstar." She smirked, knowing that it annoyed Joe when she called them 'popstars'. "Yes Joseph, you are a popstar, not a rockstar." She giggled as he glared at her. "Now, I wish you good luck." She hopped back on her box again, picking up her phone again. "Good luck, popstars!" She threw her unaccopied hand up in the air, holding her thumb up. "Give them all you got!" She giggled again, when Joe just growled at her.
"See you in twenty, Mi." Nick grinned at her as he stepped onto the lowered platform.
You know I wouldn't lie,
but tonight, we'll leave it on the line.
"Demi! Eindelijk, daar ben je!(27*)" Miley threw her arms around her best friend. "Thank you Big Rob." She smiled at the big bodyguard, who just nodded at her and then walked away. "Ik verveelde me dood hier!(28*)"
"Nou, stop maar met vervelen, want Demitria Lovato has arrived.(29*)" She pulled away from Miley. "Let's get this party started!" She shrieked, knowing really well what the three brothers hand planned for their sister. She was in on it aswell.
Miley turned around at the sound of the platform being lowered. It was empty. "Big Rob, why is the-" She shrieked when Demi pushed her towards the empty platform, pushing a microphone in her best friend's left hand. "Demi! Wat moet ik in godsnaam doen?(30*)" She tensed when the platform began rotating upwards, with her and Demi on it.
"And here they are, to entertain us all, our sister and her best friend; Miley Jonas and Demi Lovato!" Joe walked up to them, carrying a microphone stand in his hand, while stuffing his microphone in his backpocket. "Here, a little surprise from us." He winked at Miley and placed the stand infront of her. It was a light blue color with white, and her name was written across it in gold, cursive writing. He walked away, only to come back with a similar microphonestand for Demi. Only her's was black with white, and had her name in silver written on it. He chuckled at Demi's face, because eventough she was in on the plan to get Miley on stage, she hadn't expected this.
"Oh my god! Joe, it's beautiful!" Miley flung herself at the second oldest of the Jonas brothers. "Thank you!" She then went to hug Nick and Kevin, before quickly going back to her stand, placing her microphone in it.
"So, you guys want our lil' sis and her bff to sing something, right?" Joe had taken his microphone from his backpocket, and was now yelling at the crowd. His scream was met by louder screams of; 'Yes!' and 'Rock it!'
Miley swayed along with the chords that her brothers were playing, recognizing them imediatley. Eventough the song was written as a solo, she and Demi had easily turned it into a duet. So whenever Demi wasn't with her, Miley would sing it as a solo. But it could be sang as a duet aswell. "I probably shouldn't say this, but sometimes I get so scared." She glanced at Joe, who was sitting on the steps, humming and singing along with her song.
"When I think about the previous relationship we shared." Demi hadn't even placed her microphone in her stand. Miley looked around to see where her friend was. And she soon spotted her next to Joe, sitting on the steps. Miley smirked knowingly, knowing that her best friend had a huge crush on her older brother. Any other normal teenage girl would have been grossed out, but Miley just tought that it was cute. "It was awesome, but we lost it. It's not possible for me, not to care."
"And now we're standing out in the rain, but nothing's ever gonna change." Miley pulled her microphone from the stand, and stepped away from it. She was ready to go crazy for the chorus.
"Until you hear, my dear!" Miley skipped over to Demi, pulling her up while they sang the line together. "The seven things we hate about you! Oh, the seven things we hate about you, oh you!" They ran across the stage, jumping and dancing around.
"One, two, three, four!" Miley jumped up on every number she screamed.
"Your vain, your games, you're insecure!" Demi held up one finger everytime she mentioned a new thing. "You love me, you like her." She pointed from her, out towards the crowd.
"You make me laugh, you make me cry. I don't know wich side to buy! You're friend are jerks, when you act like them, you know it hurts!" Miley traced her finger across her right cheek, as if she was following a tear trace that made it's way down her cheek slowly. "I wanna be with the one I know. And the seventh thing, I hate the most, that you do." She turned around, going back to her stand, that was still slowly rotating at the center of the stage.
"You make us love you." They both ended softly, letting the last notes roll of their lips, before the music died down. They had never finished writing the song, so Miley did not understand why her brothers would pick this one to play. But there was something Demi and her brothers didn't know. Miley had finished the song, but had decided to never show it to anyone. It had alot of emotions behind it, and she did not want people to know those emotions.
Miley looked around confused when a male voice continued to sing, and her brothers began playing again. It were the lyrics she had written, but they were changed slightly. "It's awkward and it's silent, as you wait for me to say. What youy need to hear now, is my sincere apology." Miley turned to look, only seeing that the platform at the center of the stage was rotating upwards now. "When I mean it, you'll believe it. If I text it, you'll delete it. Let's be clear, you're not coming back." The platform had now stopped rotating, and Justin was standing in the middle of it, grinning brightly. "I'm taking, seven steps here."
Justin knew they were not in a fight, and that the song was written about Miley's ex-boyfriend. But when the three brothers had contacted him, to ask if he would come sing a song with them. He had suggested to do this one. He had suggested to sing the song that everyone tought to be unfinished. Only he had ever found the secret music sheets of this song, hidden under his girlfriend's matress. "The seven things you hate about me!"
Miley decided it was time to sing with him again. "Your vain, your games, you're insecure. You love me, you like her." She giggled when Justin mouthed; 'I only love you' at her.
"You don't know wich side to buy!" Justin stepped towards her, grabbing her hand and interwining their fingers together tightly. "My friend's are jerks, and when I act like them, I know it hurts."
"I wanna be, with the one I know!"
"And the seventh thing you hate the most,"
"is that you make me love you."
"And compared to all the great things,"
"that would take to long to write. I probably should mention,"
"the seven that you like."
"The seven things I like about you!" Miley pulled their hands, wich were dangling besides them, up, bringing them inbetween their bodies. "Your hair, your eyes," She looked straight into his deep brown eyes.
"My old levis." He sang so quietly, it was barely audible. But because of the fact everyone in the stadium was death silent, you could even hear a pin drop if someone dropped one. "When we kiss, we're hypnotized."
"You make laugh, you make me cry." She stepped even closer towards her boyfriend, trapping their linked hands inbetween their bodies. "I guess that's both, I have to buy."
"When we're interwined, everything's alright. You just wanna be with the one you know."
"And the seventh thing, I like the most, that you do."
"I make you love me." When that last sentence passes his lips, he went in and kissed his girlfriend straight on the lips. His hand with the microphone wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer towards him.
Ain't I seen you before?
I think I remember those eyes, eyes, eyes, eyes
(*): 'Put me down!'
(2*): 'Miley, say that he has to put me down! I'm getting nauseous!'
(3*): 'Please!'
(4*): 'Ooh, everything's turning!'
(5*): 'Miley, can you stop the turning, I'm getting nauseous.'
(6*): 'My name is Joe, and we're the Jonas brothers.'
(7*): 'You're amazing!'
(8*): 'You're.. uhm.'
(9*): 'Amazing.'
(10*): 'Oh my gosh.'
(11*): 'God, what should I do now?'
(12*): 'What was that for?'
(13*): 'I would like a, mocha milkshake please.'
(14*): 'And you?'
(15*): 'A frappucino chocolat, mocha, please.'
(16*): 'That's five euros and ten cents then.'
(17*): 'I've spend all my euros in Spain yesterday.'
(18*): 'I've only got dollars left. Do you have any money with you? You will get it back!'
(19*): 'It's ok, I've got my paycheck yesterday.'
(20*): 'Here you go.'
(21*): 'Aren't you that sister from that american band, uhm, I don't remember their name. But wasn't it something with a long lost sister, or something like that?'
(22*): 'Yes, I'm the sister of the Jonas Brothers. But how would you know? You don't look like a fan.'
(23*): 'I'm not, but I remember how my little sister was screaming when she was watching the Ellen show . Something about; 'She's so lucky!' and 'I can't believe they have a sister!' Then I had to watch pictures of you on my computer.'
(24*): 'And the photographers gave away you're famous.'
(25*): 'Thank you.'
(25*): 'Finally, some peace.'