I didn't think anything. All I thought about was the way to get to my room, which of course required little thinking. When I was safely in my room, I quietly shut the door and locked it, panting and breathing shallowly. I was probably sweating all over, but I was so furious and kind of upset. I shouldn't have trusted Luanne even for a second. Where had it gotten me? And she wasn't letting me keep my secret—she was full-blown stealing it away and keeping it for herself! I couldn't believe a mind as simple and idiotic as what Luanne's was thought to be could cook up such a devious and inhumane plan! There had to be some way I could discreetly stop her without her finding out until the last minute.

I wrote down what I heard her say, and then analyzed any hints or clues to where or when the interview would take place. I connected immediately with the name Diana. She'd interviewed me multiple times before. She was hardcore and always got to the bottom of things in less time than they supplied her with. Her segment normally ended with just friendly chats with her interviewee since they'd already gotten all of the business out of the way. Diana was from E! News. Luanne wasn't going for a super public appearance, was she? Unless she was trying to address the teen population of the world—yes, that's what she was doing. Teens are gossipers. And she needed news to get around fast.

I plugged my laptop into my bedside phone outlet and logged onto the Internet. I typed in the official website. Sure enough, there was a promotional YouTube video playing automatically on the side, an excerpt from a previously broadcasted show. It showed Diana announcing her last-minute interview with Hannah Montana, who "had something huge to tell her."

"Make sure you tune in Saturday. When? At ten! This one's going to be a juicy one," screen-Diana added, waving a little girlish wave and winking. Then the mini screen in the corner turned black and the video was over. I balled my hands into fists and pounded either side of me (it was bedding, don't worry!). I was so frustrated at myself and Luanne. But I was more frustrated that I only had about twenty-four hours, since the interview would be premiering at seven (since it would premiere at ten Eastern time, then nine in Central time, then eight in Mountain time, and finally seven here in Pacific time), and it was already five o'clock (okay, so I had twenty-six hours).

I sprung up from the bed and snatched my cell phone off of my bureau. I pressed the three button and mashed Send vigorously. Lily picked up on the second ring. I spent five minutes explaining to her what I'd heard and all of my research.

"And the interview's premiering live and nationwide tomorrow at seven o'clock!" I concluded, distressed. Lily sighed. "Whoa," she breathed. "I wasn't expecting this hit to be coming! She really is evil." I rolled my eyes. "La duh, Lily. Old news. Moving on. So how the heck are we going to track her down and defeat her before she steals my identity?"

I could sense Lily grinning on the other line. "I've got a plan," she practically shouted. "Shhh, that's great, but Lily, keep it down," I whispered, realizing that we were loud the entire time and anyone just outside the closed door could've heard us.

"Miley, Miley, Miley," I heard a voice say on the other end of the door. "When are you going to realize that you can't defeat me and that I'll find out whatever your plan is?"

Shoot. Why am I so freaking loud?

A/N: Sorry for what I think is a bad ending, but I don't want to continue the chapter yet, because it would be way too long if I packed all of Lily's plan into here and kind of boring.