Chapter 3: The Concert
Normal POV [[with Miley]]
Miley's alarm clock started going off.
Ugh.
She reached over to her night stand and hit her alarm clock forcefully. When it finally stopped, she went back to bed.
Music's in my soul
I can hear it, every day and every night
It's the one thing on my mind...
Oh. It wasn't her alarm clock at all; it was her cell phone.
If Lilly found out about her closet Connect 3 obsession, she'd never hear the end of it.
Yes, it was true. Miley Stewart-slash-Hanna Montana was actually head over heels in love with Connect 3, especially a certain curly-haired kid who just so happened to go by the name of Nate Williams.
Miley was more than a little disappointed when the Nate she was talking to said that he wasn't Nate from Connect 3.
Miley didn't know why she found the need to hide her Connect 3 addiction from her best friend.
Maybe it's because the moment she finds out that I've been lying about liking them, she'll give me the whole "I told you so" victory dance.
Her cell phone rang again.
Sometimes, when she was having an extremely stressful day as Hannah Montana, she would let her phone ring, just so she could hear Nate's voice. It was one of the only things that put a smile back onto her face.
Oh, God. If Lilly heard me talking like that–I don't even want to know what she'd say.
Her phone rang a third time.
Music's in my soul...
Miley groaned, reached over to her night stand, and grabbed her phone. She pressed a button and put the phone to her ear.
Wiping the sleep out of her eyes, she said groggily into the phone, "Hello?"
"Miley!" her friend yelled into the phone.
Not expecting that at six in the morning, she fell out of bed.
Jackson Stewart raced into the room, armed and dangerous with a stuffed animal he had grabbed from Miley's dresser.
"What's wrong?"
Miley rubbed her back and climbed back into her bed.
"What were you going to do, Jackson, stuff him to death?"
"What?" He looked down at the item he was holding in his hand. "Oh, it was the first thing I picked up."
"Go back to bed, Jackson."
"Why did you fall off your bed?"
"Lilly screamed into my ear."
"Since when is she up at six o'clock in the morning...on a weekend?" Jackson wondered.
Miley shrugged. "Can you leave?"
Jackson rolled his eyes. "Whatever." He threw the stuffed animal at Miley.
"Do you know what today is?!" Lilly wondered when Miley asked her if she was still there.
"Uh, Saturday?" Miley guessed.
"Funny," Lilly answered. "I mean...do you know what's happening today?"
"Well," Miley started, "I'm gonna hang up the phone and get another six hours of sleep."
"NO!"
"Lilly, it's six in the morning. I'm not even awake yet. Could you lay off the yelling? At least until noon?"
"You're not going back to bed."
But Miley had already laid back down and had fallen asleep.
Lilly rolled her eyes when she heard Miley's snoring.
"Fine, looks like I'll have to do this the hard way." With that, she hung up.
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Lilly was jumping up and down again. Only this time, Miley was asleep, and Lilly was trying to get her to wake up.
Miley groaned, reacher over, and pushed Lilly off the bed. She smiled and fell back to sleep.
Lilly crossed her arms. "Wake up!" she screamed into Miley's ears. "The concert's today, and we're going to leave in, like, two hours."
Miley's eyes snapped open. "Why so soon?"
"So we can be one of the first people there. Duh," Lilly said, as if it was obvious.
Miley groaned again. "Whatever," she said after a moment, acting as if she didn't really want to go.
Deep down, though, Miley was screaming. She couldn't believe that in a few short hours, she would be meeting them, seeing them up close and personal. This would be the best day of her life.
But if Lilly saw that she was enjoying herself, she'd know that Miley has been lying about how she really felt.
Oh well, Miley decided, I'll have to deal with that if and when the time comes.
An hour later, Miley and Lilly were showered and dressed and ready to leave for the concert.
Miley's cell phone beeped, indicating an incoming message.
Hey, Miley. :]
"I have to bring so much money," Lilly started. "How much money are you bringing?"
Miley wasn't paying attention, because she was too focused on the conversation she and Nate were having.
Lilly snatched the phone out of Miley's hand.
"Hey!" Miley protested. "Give that back."
"Hmm." Lilly plopped down onto Miley's bed. "Who's Nate? Not Nate from Connect 3, is it?"
"First of all, it's my phone, my business. Second of all, why would I be talking to him? I already told you that I can't stand that kid."
Miley inwardly sighed. She hated lying to her best friend.
She grabbed the phone back from Lilly.
"So, who is he?"
Miley shrugged. "Some guy." She looked at her phone. One new message.
Nate: Any plans for today?
Miley: Ugh, I have to go to this concert with my best friend.
Nate: What concert?
Miley: You'll laugh.
Nate: No, I won't. Cross my heart and hope to die.
Miley: All right, fine. It's Connect 3.
Miley waited for a reply.
Huh, wonder why he hasn't written back.
Miley: Nate? Ya there? I told you that you would laugh!
Nate: I'm not laughing.
Miley: Sure, you're not.
Nate: I'm not, honest! Uh, can I tell you something?
Miley: Sure, what?
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"You told her what?!" Shane yelled.
"That I was going to be at the concert," Nate answered sheepishly. "She wants to meet me."
"She wants to meet Nate, not the Nate from Connect 3," Shane reminded him. "How are you going to explain why you can't meet her?"
"Who says I can't meet her?"
"Nate, from what you told me, she doesn't like Connect 3–at all!" Shane said. "How is she going to react when she sees that it's her least favorite person she's meeting?"
Nate sighed and looked out the windows of the hotel.
"Guys," their manager said, "time to go."
Nate grabbed his jacket and hurried outside.
If everything goes okay, I'm going to tell her that I've fallen in love with her, that she is one of the coolest girls I've ever talked to.
Nate didn't want to think about what would happen if nothing went okay.
Yup. Hope it's okay. :]
xoxo
Heather
