AN: Sorry this took so long to get out, I have been so busy these past 2 days. My grandparents from one side of my family are up for 3 weeks, and my aunt, uncle and cousin from the other side of my family are here for a few days so I have to do stuff with them. I was stuck playing board games with my cousin this morning and a bit after lunch and yesterday I went to Gatineau with them all and then I had to babysit. I only got to start to write late at night and finally I finished it. Sorry it's not very good, I was gonna have Nick come in here but then the ride to the studio took a lot more that I thought it would so I gave it its own chapter. It gives a bit more into the relationship between Miley and Mitchell, her manager and the setting too. :) Hope you enjoy :)
Dislaimer: I own nothing :( :P
Chapter 4
(Miley's POV)
I was standing, fully clothed, by the gate intercom, in Demi's front hall, and I had been for the past 15 minutes, and would be for the next 15 minutes. I don't know why I bothered being there so early; I knew Mitchell would be there exactly at 7, he was very punctual and we said we'd be at the studio for twenty after. I woke up at 5:30am quite happily actually as I still hadn't adjusted to L.A. time. I know in my body clock it was only 8:30am and I rarely woke up naturally, in the summer, before 10, but I was really nervous.
Just then the buzzer buzzed and Mitchell's voice filled the speaker, "Hey, it's Mitchell, let me through."
I pushed the open gate button, just as I had been told and opened the front door just as Diane, Demi's mom, walked into the main hall.
"Oh, Miley, I don't think you have to go just yet, it's only 6:45, Mitchell said he would come early and have a word with me first," she said coming out the door behind me, just as Mitchell pulled up.
Mitchell turned the engine off, opened the door, and stepped out, coming towards me, as if sensing I was confused, and enveloping me in a hug.
"I just have to talk to Diane here for a minute before we head off alright?" he said to me.
"What about?" I asked.
"Well since you're going to be here for 3 months and won't be able to have your parents sign paperwork. We need to come to an agreement with Disney, you, and Diane here, for her to be able to sign off on things and make decisions for you. We discussed this before, didn't we?" I nodded and he continued, "and you're still okay with it?" I nodded again.
I actually was okay with it, I knew if my proper guardians were to have to sign off on everything and make decisions for me it would take forever. And anyways, Diane had been doing this for a while with Demi, she knew how it worked and knew the correct way to go about things in the music industry. My mum and dad and had many conversations on the phone with her about the life, at least so I'd know what was expected of me. They trusted her judgment and so did I.
"Hey Miley," Diane said, interrupting my thoughts, "would you mind going and waking Demi up? She has to be on set in an hour and she takes forever to get ready.
"Sure," I said as I headed back into the house and up the huge staircase towards the bedrooms. This house was so big it actually had 3 upper floors and 2 staircases. Demi's room was on the second level (one up from the ground), and she had a huge room, closet and her own bathroom. Madison also had a similar ensuite on the same level but smaller along with their parents. My room for the summer was on the next level up, but the staircase was at the end of one hall. I had a room and small walk-in closet but the bathroom was not attached as it was shared with the guest room beside it. Dallas, Demi's older sister who no longer lived in the house, had her room on this level too. It was a smaller level because it was sort of in the roof.
I walked up the stairs and up to Demi's room. I knocked on the door lightly, and when there was no reply I opened the door slightly, letting light into her dark room.
"Demi?" I whispered as I heard something stir in the bed.
Demi sat up in bed, shielding her eyes with her hand from the infiltrating light. "Did mom send you up here to wake me up?"
"Yeah"
She glanced at her clock on her bedside table, 6:47am is said. "I told her I didn't want waking up until 7!"
"She said you had to be on set in an hour and took long to get ready so needed waking up now."
"Oh, ok, well thanks," she said and I turned around leaving the room, "and have fun today!"
I left the room and walked back downstairs, sitting on a chair in the foyer while Mitchell talked to Diane.
~xoxox~
I was sitting in the passenger seat of Mitchell's car. He had just announced we were about 10 minutes away from the studio. I looked out the window and sighed, at least it wasn't raining here, so much for my idea of pathetic fallacy.
"What's wrong baby girl?" asked Mitchell.
"Nothing," I said, glancing up at him.
"Liar."
Damn, did he have to know me so well? "I'm just nervous, Mitch, that's all."
"What's there to be nervous about? I chose you, because you were the best, they work with me, for me, because they agree with every decision I make. They'll love you, who wouldn't?" Mitchell consoled.
"Do you think I'm doing the right thing? With leaving everyone behind, and coming here to record? What if people don't like my music? What if my friends don't like my music?"
"You are doing the right thing, this is your dream and your family and friends back home understand that. And as for people not liking your music, your single was a big hit wasn't it? And what did your friends say? Oh, yeah, 'the best they'd ever heard'! You have nothing to worry about hun."
"That single was general, my feelings on general life, the other stuff I have isn't. It's more personal, I don't wanna hurt my friends' feelings because I wrote about them during one of our fights. I didn't even want to expose myself, let alone them, what if they get a bad rap for it? I could never live with myself!"
"That's not going to happen Miles, they support you 100% and they understand where you're coming from too, they want this for you and they know what's in the past is in the past. And it's not like you have to tell the world who the songs are about either. Just believe in yourself, believe you can do this, the rest of us know you can, it's time you believe you can to." Mitchell finished off as he hit the radio button.
My own voice filled the air.
Wake up here I go
Cram it all down my throat
Stomach so full that I wish I could choke
7 a.m. my head's already in a spin
As soon as I'm out that door
Bam it hits me like a ton of those red bricks
Can't dig myself out of this highest ditch
This madness
I swear sometimes I can't tell
Which way is up
Which way is down
It's all up in my face
I need to push it away
Somebody push it away
So all I can hear
Is a simple song
Sing along now
La la la la la
La la la la
La la la la la
La la la la
"Oh god, Mitch, please, turn it off!" I murmured, putting my head in my hands.
"Miles, it's good for you to listen to yourself sing every once in a while, and plus, it happens to be one of my favourites."
I rolled my eyes and sat back, trying to block out the sound of my own song.
Mid day sun beating on the concrete
Burning up my feet
To many cars on the street
The noise
The red
The green
It makes me wanna scream
5 o'clock now it's
Bumper on bumper on bumper
Horns honking
Nobody's looking
But everyone's talking
It's another day
On this highway
I swear sometimes I can't tell
Which way is up
Which way is down
It's all up in my face
I need to push it away
Somebody push it away
Cause all I wanna here
Ohhh
Is a simple song
Oooh
Sing along now
La la la la la
La la la la
La la la la la
La la la la
Hey!
Sing along now
Sing along
What I'd give
To turn it off
And make it stop
Make it stop
You gotta make it stop
So all that I can here
Is a simple song
Sing along now
La la la la la
La la la la
La la la la la
La la la la
La la la la la
La la la la
La la la la la
La da da da
As the final notes of the song I had worked on for months before, faded, we pulled up to the studio.
"Alright Miley, let's do this," Mitchell said to me as he turned the ignition off and stepped out of the car.
I looked down at my hands, then swiftly opened the door, hearing it slam behind me, echoing throughout the parking lot, and followed Mitchell towards the building. He was right, it was now or never, I wanted to do this so badly, and I did always have people to support me. I could do this, and I was going to, I thought as I pushed through the door into the air-conditioned building. I looked around me, and couldn't help but smile, this dream I had been dreaming for years was finally coming true.