Prologue IV:
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of Hannah Montana. The original characters and plot are the property of the author of this story. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any previously copyrighted material. No copyright infringement is intended. Oooh copy&paste worked pretty well :)
A/N: I advise listening to "Back to Memphis", "We the People" and "Stand" by Billy Ray Cyrus through the fic.
The speakers were blaring, lights were flashing into a thousand different colors, exhilarating the crowd before the concert even started. With a burst of smoke, Robbie Ray Stewart burst onstage from the right with a guitar, grabbed the microphone and tipped his cowboy hat.
"Howdy, y'all. Robbie Ray here, and prepare to HOWL it!"
Then, half the lights diverted from the center onto the left side of the stage, from where a petite form emerged, dressed in a fancy black tank top, clad in a dark blue jacket sprinkled by golden glitter, dark jeans, traditional black boots, topped by a beige and brown cowboy hat. She draped her blonde hair carelessly down her shoulders, tilting herself into the light so that her elegant face shone like the moon and her distinct blue eyes like precious sapphires into the crowd. Flipping her hair back, she yelled into the mike with the conventionally exuberant tween energy, making her cute southern accent notable,
"Good evening Chicago, are you'll ready to rock this?!"
Robbie Ray started strumming his guitar with an accustomed familiarity into a sweet, continuous timbre of Back to Memphis. By his side, his blonde sidekick started swaying to the mild tone of the guitar. Trailing right on the melody, she started off the song with an alto projection,
"It ain't natural for a delta man, to be surrounded by all this sand."
The male star followed his companion and started his powerful, baritone voice, breathing into the lyrics a potent sense of passion,
"To fear the echoes of live rounds, to never sleep, wehn the sun goes down."
Joining together their soft alto and rich baritone, they sang the tune, delivering into it an infectious emotion,
"So I'm writing you this letter, to say I miss you more than ever and to promise you this…"
"Ladies and gentlemen, give it up for the great country star Robbie Ray Stewart and his lovely associate, Hannah Montana! We'll take a short intermission, and be back for some more of our enchanting duo!"
The pair was rushed backstage. Robbie Ray sat down hard on a couch, joined shortly later by his adorable partner, stuffing herself with her favorite snack: muffins.
"Hey, great show bud."
Hannah looked up and smiled glamorously at him, and leaning into him for comfort and paternal warmth.
"Hannah, that was great! I am so proud of you," Hannah looked up to find Susan Stewart beaming at her. "You too, honey," she complemented this time to her husband.
Jackson came over and sat down next to his father with, of course, a plate full of cupcakes.
"You're really getting into this performing thing, Miles, this is... "
Hannah quickly shushed him, "Jackson! You can't just blurt out my disguise."
Jackson twisted his face and mimic in a childish voice, "You can't just blurt out my disguise."
Hannah mimic back, "You can't just blurt out my disguise."
"You can't just blurt out my disguise." This time taking after a duck and making his hands into a duck bill.
"You can't just blurt out my disguise." Hannah retaliated with a squeaky voice of a chicken.
Within seconds, they were across Robbie's lap, wrestling with each other.
Robbie, rolled his eyes and pushed them apart. Jackson fake glared at Hannah, who stuck out her tongue at him and turned around. She smiled as she recalled how she got her disguise, a beautiful wig with a stream of blonde locks that drifts down to her waist.
"Really, what's the other way?" Miley asked, opening her big, blue eyes and stared intently at him.
"Well, I don't know," her father replied. Looking at his daughter's puzzled face, he continued, "But I do know someone who might have an idea. In fact, she always have an idea."
"Really? Who?"
"Time's up! Everyone to their places. Robbie, Hannah, you're on!"
Snapping out of her daydream, Hannah quickly followed her dad out onto the stage. Looking back at the crowd, she waved her hand seeing their excitement, while exclaiming, "Ready to pump up the party?!"
The crowd cheered, again matching the enthusiasm of the beginning of the concert. Robbie announced into the mike, "We are gonna follow with a song that is usually not my style. Hannah here developed almost half of it, so enjoy!"
Finishing his statement, he snapped, giving the cue to start the band.
He was the one to kick off the song this time, "We farmers rise up every morning at five, the truckers drive them eighteen wheelers all night."
Hannah picked it up with her signature sweet voice, "The factory workers, they build it with pride, twenty-four seven down the assembly line."
The duo slouched into each other back-to-back at this point and posed, before continuing, "In every city, in every town, Somebody's gotta make the world go round."
The snapped to attention at this point and marched forward and around the stage while carrying onto the chorus:
"We the people move it, We the people know. We the people, We run the country. We the people prove it, We're the heart and soul. We the people, We are the country!"
Hannah smiled brightly and looked at her male companion. When she was onstage, she couldn't help but smile. It felt natural to be here, singing her heart out to the audience a song that she wrote (or helped write at least). She wouldn't trade this opportunity for anything else. In her mind flickered the person to whom she was forever grateful for suggesting this.
"Robbie Ray Stewart?" A bleached blonde woman her dad's age invited them in after giving her paternal support a big hug, making him smell less paternal than was preferred, "What a surprise! What brings you to me pal?"
Robbie laughed, then cringed, "You're still using that lily pad scented perfume?"
"Nope. Lily pad mixed with rose and a tint of Osmanthus."
"What's with you and flower scented perfume?"
"What's with you and weird hair styles?"
"Hey!"
Miley, seeing the interaction between the two adults, quickly realized that this was probably one' her daddy's really good friends. Never afraid of strangers, she spoke up in defense of her dad,
"My dad's hair is always so sweet. He polishes it every night!"
The woman laughed. "Doesn't surprise me. This is one of his better styles. I have pictures of when he first exited school to enter this music business…"
"Wait, you STILL have those? You were the one who told me to use them for popularity!"
"It did get you a lot more fans, didn't it?" The woman replied, then looked back at Miley, "You must be Miley! I'm Dolly."
"Dolly Parton," Robbie added at the side.
Miley's eyes bugged out and started in a shaky voice, "Daddy who might be having a stroke say WHAT? Dolly Parton, THE Dolly Parton?"
Dolly shrugged, "I guess."
"Oh sweet niblets!" Miley's eyes rolled back and passed out on the couch.
The song came to an end, drawing waves of applauses and yells from the crowd. Hannah grabbed the mike and introduced the next song: Stand.
Being the first song "she" sang onstage, she had developed a special feeling for it. Her voice cried from the speakers, "Let's rock this, CHICAGO!"
Immediately kicking off the song, Hannah dove into the sweet melody, "A story of a heart in need…"
"This would never work!" Miley complained.
Sitting in the front passenger seat, Dolly looked back and remarked, "You'll be surprised. Your daddy never thought my hair ideas would work either. Look where it got him."
Robbie interrupted from the front seat, "Besides a spur of embarrassment?"
Dolly coughed, "Well, it did get you gradual fame."
He deadpanned, "Yes, very gradual."
"Ok, we're here." Miley looked out the window at a large wig store, a store she had never been in before.
"Stand, when troubles come calling," Robbie's voice rang out.
"For what you believe in," Hannah joined.
"You're gonna be alright," he took back over.
Miley sat in front of a mirror, looking for the twentieth time. A black wig with bouncy curls reaching to her neck sits atop her head. She adjusted it, and decided that something didn't feel right. Next to her, an exhausted Robbie Ray sat, along with the other nineteen wigs she tried on.
Dolly ran back, dropping another wig on her lap. This one was red, with streaks of purple sticking out from the side. Miley numbly put it on her head. One look, and all three of them agreed, "NO!" "Nope!" "Nah!" "No way!"
The three of them snapped back, startled, to find a store security guard standing behind her. The nameplate on her said: Roxy.
Roxy continued, "Girl, you are surrounded by people who can't choose. If these two were not Dolly Parton and Robbie Stewart, I would have thought that y'all were thieves!"
The security guard strode down the aisle. "Wait here girl, let's get you something steamin'!"
"Thank you Chicago! We love y'all!"
With that, the duo exited the stage, leaving behind the howls and yells of the crowd, disappointed that it is over.
When she entered backstage, her eyes were immediately covered by hands. She was about to elbow the person in the back, thinking that it was Jackson, before catching a scent of lily pads, mixed with rose and a trace of cherries.
A familiar cheery voice entered her ears, "Guess who?"
Hannah gasped, "Meemaw?" She ripped off the hands on her face to reveal Ruthie Stewart standing in front of her.
Tightly hugging her, she declared, "I missed you Meemaw! I haven't seen you in a year!"
"I missed you too, honey." Ruthie hugged her back, "You being away on tour with fatneck really clump up the schedule, Miley."
Two voices cried in complaint as Meemaw finished speaking.
Robbie lifts up his shirt, "I am NOT fat!"
Jackson also cried in the unfairness of the situation, "So she can say Miley and I can't?"
"Oh my God!" Miley stared into the mirror at her new self. She was topped by a blonde wig with cute blonde curls reaching down to her back, bangs that covered the whole of her forehead, "I love this. This is perfect!
"Of course it is. Roxy's like a puma," Roxy remarked, shaping her hands into claws, "Ain't nothing can hide from Roxy!"
"Yeah Miles, you look so different," Robbie agreed.
"And it brings out your eyes too," Dolly commented, "Ok, now that we got that part settled, we need to work on your alias name."
"How 'bout Roslyn Wisconsin?" Robbie suggested.
The three ladies stared at him. Miley coughed, "Sweet niblets."
Dolly deadpanned, "Robbie Ray Stewart, I was wrong to have you mix you your hair style. You don't need my help to embarrass yourself.
Robbie: "..."
"Anyways, sweet pea, how about Alexis Texas?" Dolly suggested.
"Don't know. It's cool, but I don't feel a sting out of the name, you know."
"What about Hannah Montana?" Roxy asked.
Miley blinked, then smiled, "I like it."
A/N: Tell me if I overdid the imagery. Am in the middle of reading Scarlet Letter, so Hawthorne may be getting to me a little. I promise, all the country songs and stuff will be replaced by HM songs when I am done with the prologue Also this is longer than my usual fics. Tell me if this is fine with you guys! PLEASE review!