Enjoy Chapter Seven! Since I'm on Brady's POV, you won't find out about Oliver and the elders until tomorrow, sorry! But enjoy!
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Brady's POV
After school let out for the day, I started following Miley and Lilly.
"Where are we going?" I asked.
"To Rico's," Miley said, as if it were obvious.
"What is Rico's? I know nothing of this Rico's you speak of," I said.
Miley rolled her eyes and grabbed my arm. "Come on."
Miley dragged me to the beach, Lilly right behind us. We stopped in front of a little wooden stand selling hot dogs and nachos.
"My brother Jackson works here. We always come and hang out," Miley informed me.
"Okay," I said, sitting down next to her on one of the stools. "So, where do we start?"
"Hmmmm. It's too late to do anything about your hair," Miley said, ruffling it.
"Hey, lay off!" I said, swatting her hand away.
A super hot girl walked by.
I straightened. "Hey, what's up girl?"
Lilly frowned at me. "Oliver doesn't flirt. He has a girlfriend." She gestured to herself.
"So I have to pretend to be your boyfriend?" I asked.
"Uhhhhh…." She looked at Miley.
Miley was already immersed in her chili fries, so she just shrugged.
"I guess so," she said.
"I already have a girlfriend!"
"You do?" Miley looked like she didn't believe me.
"Well…." I thought of Mikayla. "Not exactly. She hasn't realized she likes me yet, but our love-"
"I've heard enough," Miley interrupted. "Just be Lilly's boyfriend."
"Fine. What do I have to do?"
"Call her Lilly-Pop and be all possessive and gooey and gross."
Lilly threw her a nasty look.
Miley's cell phone started buzzing. She kept on eating like it hadn't made a sound.
"Aren't you gonna answer that?" Lilly asked.
Miley nodded, spit out her fries, and picked it up. "Hello?"
Lilly rolled her eyes. "And I'm unladylike."
A few seconds later she hung up. "Lola, Mike, let's go. Time to get ready."
"Huh?"
"He doesn't know about the secret yet," Lilly said.
"What secret?"
Miley leaned in close. Her breath still smelled like chili fries. "I'm Hannah Montana," she whispered.
"Hannah Montana? Really?"
Boomer use to love her! Before he found out about Beyoncé, that is.
She nodded. "And Oliver, or you, I guess, are Mike Standley III, part of the Montana posse. So come on."
"I am learning so much today," I told Lilly.
She laughed. "You'll do just fine, Mike."
XXX
"HANNAH! HANNAH! HANNAH! HANNAH!" The fans chanted as we climbed out of the limo.
"Wow, they really love you," I told Miley, who looked exactly like her alter ego in her blond wig and makeup.
"Ya think?" She said, beaming and waving at them. "Of course they love me! I am an international singing sensation, after all."
Dressed in bright, baggy rapper clothes, huge sunglasses (which I was totally rocking), and a fake goatee made out of armpit hair, I followed the rest of the Montana entourage (I'm in an entourage!) through the crowd and through the side door to the backstage.
"Wow," I said to Lilly, who was wearing a bright green wig and dressed like a Japanese carton character. "This place is so cool."
She nodded. "I know! Three years of being Lola Luftnagle and I still can't believe it sometimes!"
We stayed backstage while Miley went out, said hi to all her adoring fans, and started singing I Got Nerve.
"Hey, does Mike Standley do any music stuff?" I asked Lilly, excuse me, Lola.
"No. You do dumb raps sometimes, but nothing else. But Oliver, on the other hand, won America's Top Talent and has an album coming out in a few days."
"Really?" I asked, surprised. "Was he going to go on tour?"
"Yeah, he was, but then he had to leave."
"I love music. Do you think they'd let me do his tour?"
Lilly cocked her head, considering it. "I don't know. Maybe, if you have a good voice and if you want to."
"That'd be so cool," I said. "Wait, I think I saw him on that show!"
"You have TV in Kinkow?"
"Sort of. I remember this guy went on who looked just like me! And he sang this great song…"
"Welcome to Hollywood?"
"Yeah!"
"Hey, I have an idea!" Lilly said.
"What is it?"
She ignored me.
As soon as Miley came offstage for her break, Lilly grabbed her arm. "Hey, can Oliver go out there and sing Welcome to Hollywood? You know, like a little tour preview?"
Miley looked at me. "You sing?"
I nodded.
She grinned and handed me the mike. "Okay then, I'll go tell the sound guy."
Lilly threw some clothes at me. "Go change, Oliver."
"Hey where did you-"
"GO!"
XXX
"And now for a special preview of his upcoming tour, America's Top Talent winner Oliver Oken!"
Wearing some of Oliver's clothes Lilly had magically summoned, I ran onstage.
"Hey what's up L.A.?" I yelled.
They screamed in response.
My heart was pounding wicked fast. This was a lot more people than when I'd sung Live Like Kings back home.
Then the music started to play, and I calmed down.
I felt this time that we had something
You rolled your eyes like it was nothing new
You only think about you
Put your shades on not to show it
Don't pretend that you don't know its true
You only think about
If you look good
and girl you should
I beckoned Miley and Lilly to come on stage with me.
They ran out and we started to dance.
Welcome to Hollywood
Boy, ya better live it up before it brings you down
Welcome to Hollywood
Just got a grip on how to get around
Dog eat dog is to be seen in the tabloid magazine
Seventeen or billioniare, daddy's money
Do you care?
Welcome to Hollywood
They were all screaming and waving their arms and dancing.
Miley came over and wrapped her arm around my shoulder. "Give it up for Oliver Oken!" She yelled.
I couldn't wait to go on tour! I suddenly didn't miss Kinkow so much. I was on stage, and it felt just like home.
Well there you go! Brady's starting to fit in… or is he? Maybe not….. Anyways, please review! Thanks for reading!
