Chapter 10 - Waking Up in Vegas

Las Vegas, Nevada; June 8, 2009

Opening night of the Breakout Tour had been absolutely fantastic. The stage looked awesome. The lighting was perfect. The dancers were on point. The band sounded incredible. And most importantly, Hannah Montana was on fire. The singing, the choreography, the effects...everything came together to give the audience the most amazing musical experience. And best of all, the critics and reviewers all agreed. A reviewer from Rolling Stone Magazine went as far to write in his column, "If you don't go see this young girl in concert, you are missing out on an event of epic poportions."

The concert was broken into 2 basic sets and then of course encores. The first set was most of her new album. She opened the show with Breakout, then did Fly on the Wall, Let's Dance, Start All Over, GNO, The Driveway, Full Circle and Bottom of the Ocean. At this point, there was a break in the show. This was where her dancers did an awesome number to a Drew Seely song called Dance With Me to give Hannah about a 10 minute break. The second set consisted of Rock Star, Nobody's Perfect, If We Were a Movie, One in a Million, See You Again, and You'll Always Find Your Way Back Home. After about a five minute break, she went back out and sang Goodbye. Then after another brief interlude, she went back out and sang The Best of Both Worlds & Seven Things as her final encores.

The second night went almost as well as opening night, with one small exception. Hannah was late coming back out to do Goodbye. Hannah was amped up after doing You'll Always Find Your Way Back Home and as she got into her dressing room, there was just something about the form fitting babydoll rocker t-shirt Lola was wearing that showed off every cut and groove, that drove the singer wild with need. The blonde locked the dressing room door and then pounced on her girlfriend. The singer forced Lola onto the sofa and continued to ravage her for several minutes and managed to lose all track of time. When neither girl would answer their cell phones, or respond to security knocking on the door, Robbie Ray gave Jackson the key to the dressing room and told him to go interupt them. The poor boy had to go down to the dressing room and literally pull them apart and remind his sister that she still had a concert to finish.

The crowd had to scream for an extra few minutes. Oops.

Now it was Monday night. This was the third straight concert at the MGM Grand Garden Arena. Hannah had one more concert to do here tomorrow night and then it was back to California on Wednesday to get ready for the next show in Los Angeles on Friday night. So far, everything had gone smoothly. They hadn't had any run ins with anyone from the Shop and Jake Ryan had stopped playing games. Granted, he was still texting Miley constantly, but that was easy enough to ignore.

Lola stood on the right side of the stage watching as Hannah started her last encore, when her attention was drawn to a young man sneaking in and out between the heavy curtains on the side of the stage.

Lola wrestled with what she should do. She really wanted to know who the young man was and why he was trying so hard to stay hidden from view. On the other hand, Hannah was singing Seven Things and would be looking over towards Lola at the end of every chorus. If she wasn't there, Hannah might flip. Lola shrugged helplessly. It was times like these when Miley's mind reading abilities were far more practical than Lilly's more physical ones. She couldn't just ignore a possible threat. Lola sighed, her decision made. Hopefully, a freaked out pop star wouldn't be running off stage in the next two minutes.

Lola made her way towards the young man and grabbed the boy's upper left arm. "Hi. You're new." she said in a cheerful tone. "Haven't seen you around back stage before." she said, trying to make small talk with the young man.

The dark haired young man stared at the purple haired girl with eyes wide open. This was probably partially because he knew he was standing face to face with Hannah Montana's best friend but even more so becuase his upper arm was starting to throb in pain from her vice like grip on his bicep. "Hey there Lola." he said with a slight grimace.

"Did you misplace your backstage pass?" she asked with a smile, holding up hers to show the young man. "You know you should have it on at all times." she warned the young man. "Someone might get the wrong idea and think you don't belong back here." she added, giving the boy one last chance to produce a backstage pass.

Unfortunately, the boy's face whitened considerably at Lola's last statement. And the young man desperately racked his brain for any excuse to give the girl for his missing pass. "Um, well you see…" he began, then ran out of words quickly.

Lola rolled her eyes. She decided that he was way too freaked out right now to be some evil top secret agent. Clearly, he had to be some love struck Fannah boy. Lola sighed. "Did you really think this was the best way to meet her?" she asked, tipping her head in question.

Now the boy started to panic. "Ah, well I..." It was quite obvious that he had been busted. The young man decided that his best option was to try and make a break for it. He took two steps, then he realized that his left arm wasn't coming with him. The boys legs went out from under him and he fell to the ground, landing painfully on his back.

Lola released the boy's arm when he went air born and then knelt down next to his prone body. The poor boy was currently wheezing, desperately trying to get air back into his burning lungs. The surfer put a hand on his shoulder, effectively pinning him to the floor to make sure he made no further attempts to escape.

Everyone on the stage crew knew Lola Luftnagle. And Hannah had made it very clear to her entire staff that Lola was to be treated with total respect. Fortunately, Lola was so wonderful to the whole staff that they absolutely no qualms about following Hannah's orders.

Lola looked around the backstage area and called to the closest security guard. "CHARLIE!!" she screamed to get the older man's attention.

Charlie looked up from his post outside of Hannah's dressing room. As soon as he saw Lola kneeling next to a young man, he immediately radioed for assistance.

Hannah made very few demands of her staff as a whole, but she had made it very clear to her security staff that her entourage's safety was to be their number one priority if they weren't directly engaged with protecting the singer herself.

Since Hannah was still on stage singing, Charlie rushed away from the dressing room door and over to the purple haired girl. "Lola, are you alright?" he asked, setting a hand on her shoulder.

Lola smiled as she stood up. "Oh, I'm fine. But I think our back stage stalker here needs some oxygen though." she said, thumbing towards the poor unfortunate boy still laying on the floor, gasping for air.

Suddenly, two more men in yellow security jackets appeared on the scene. They quickly bent down and turned the boy over to face the ground and placed his wrists in handcuffs.

Charlie figured that he would be required to write up the incident report since he was the first responder on the scene. He thought it best to get a statement from Lola. "How did he end up on the ground?" the large guard asked the smaller girl.

Lola shrugged. "Well, I grabbed his arm after he tried to run away from me when I asked him where his pass was." she explained. "Next thing I knew, he was on the ground."

Charlie crossed his arms over his broad chest. "You just grabbed his arm, and he fell on his back?" The heavy set guard eyed the smaller girl carefully. "Really?" he asked, clearly not believing her.

Lola racked her brain for the most normal way to convince the guard that she was being honest. Finally, she sighed and pulled up her shirt sleeve and flexed an impressively large bicep for the man. "Yes, really." she answered, then glared at the guard. The look screamed 'try me'. "Would you like me to demonstarte?" she added dryly.

Charlie's eyes widened at the display in front of him. This was Charlie's second year doing security for Hannah Montana. He had been in Lola's presence on several different occasions. She was always sweet and friendly to everyone backstage. Never in his wildest dreams would he have thought her capable of being violent with someone. However, the sight in front of him made him reconsider that assessment.

Lola was certainly not the type of woman he would ever consider messing with, that's for sure.

Charlie shook his head. He had no doubt that the young girl in front of him was quite capable of doing exactly what she had just described. "Alright then. We'll take care of it. Sorry to have let him bother you." he said.

Lola dropped her arm and once again flashed the security guard a big friendly smile. "Not a problem Charlie. Thank you so much for your help." she said.

As Seven Things came to an end, the arena exploded in thunderous applause. Hannah thanked the crowd and said goodnight to them. The pop star then quickly exited the stage as fast as her four inch heels would carry her. The blonde knew Lola had disappeared from the singer's view, and that was something Lola NEVER did during the last songs of a show. She always watched the encores. Unless there was some previous engagement setup for after the show, like a signing or an interview, then Lola might have been entertaining guests in the dressing room, but Hannah always knew about it beforehand.

As Hannah pulled back the curtain, she desperately searched the back stage area for any sign of her girlfriend. When she finally saw a head of purple hair in the middle of a circle of security guards, her heart dropped to the pit of her stomach.

Hannah began to make her way towards the gathered crowd. Baby?! What happened? Are you alright? She thought to her girlfriend. As she quickly closed the distance between them. "Lola!" she shouted.

Lola heard the questions in her head, then heard the singer calling her name. The purple haired girl looked away from Charlie with a soft smile to see a freaked out rock star heading her way. Everything's fine. I promise. Relax. She thought back, as she slipped between the security guards to make her way towards her girlfriend.

Hannah launched herself into the purple haired girl's arms. Don't scare me like that. She mentally chastised her girlfriend.

Lola hugged her girlfriend tightly. "Great show Hannah." she said loudly, trying to cover the singer's slightly unusual post concert antics. I'll explain in your dressing room. She answered in her mind.

Hannah sighed in relief. It felt so good to be in Lola's arms, but she couldn't stay in this position for too long while they were still in the backstage area. "Thanks Lola." the singer said as she pulled out of the hug. The singer linked their arms together and dragged the surfer towards her dressing room.

As soon as the dressing room door was closed and locked, Hannah took Lola's face into her hands and stared intently at her girlfriend. "Are you sure you're alright?" she asked, her voice still laced with concern for her girlfriend's well-being.

Lola reached up and put one hand on Hannah's cheek and leaned forward to give the singer a gentle kiss. "Baby I'm fine." she reassured the singer, gently turning her head to kiss each of the hands on her face. "It was some love struck teenager that must have known a member of the staff. He thought he could get backstage to meet you." she explained, gently stroking her thumb over the singer's cheek. "That's all it was, okay?"

Hannah sighed in relief at her girlfriend's explanation and closed her eyes. "Why didn't you just let security handle it then?" she asked before opening them again.

Lola shrugged her shoulders. "Well, I kinda noticed him first." she admitted.

Hannah threw her hands up in the air and turned away from her girlfriend in frustration. "Then why didn't you tell security?" she shot back as she turned back around. "That's what we pay them for!" she screamed in frustration.

Lola gestured towards the direction they had just come from. "I did." she insisted. "Did you not notice all the yellow security jackets surrounding me?" she demanded.

Hannah took a deep breath and held it for a few seconds. What the hell were they arguing about? The singer was frustrated with Lola for being her protective self. The singer blew out her breath and shook her head. Why am I over reacting like this? The singer thought. Cause I don't know what I would do if anything ever happened to her while I was on stage singing. Hannah walked forward and placed her hands on the surfer's hips. "I'm sorry. I just got scared." she said quietly, unable to look the surfer in the eye.

Lola reached down and pulled up the singer's chin, until she could see her blue eyes. "It's not my fault your the mind reader in the family." she reminded the singer with a chuckle.

Hannah shook her head and laughed lightly along with her girlfriend. "What am I going to do with you?" she sighed lovingly.

Lola shrugged her shoulders and playfully rolled her hips against the singer's groin. "Hmm, how about you have your way with me?" she replied with a hint of teasing in her voice.

Hannah narrowed her eyes at the purple haired girl. "Is that a request?" she shot back.

Lola nodded. "Definitely number one on my Hannah Montana request list." the surfer purred, as they were suddenly startled apart by Hannah's dressing room phone ringing.

After the events of the previous night, Robbie Ray demanded that a landline telephone be put in Hannah's dressing room. One that had a VERY LOUD ringer.

Hannah pulled away from her girlfriend and walked over to the vanity table to answer the annoying object. "Yes?" she said, slightly irritated at having been interrupted.

After Jackson had to walk in on them making out last night, Robbie decided he would take precautionary measures to avoid a similar fate for himself. "Hey Bud. Great show tonight. Jackson and I are coming down from the sound booth. We'll be at your dressing room in a minute." he informed his little girl.

The sound booth was actually up near the private boxes and was encased in bulletproof glass. It was decided that the booth was the safest spot for Jackson and Robbie to be while Miley was on stage. Lilly refused to give up her place on the side of the stage, but then again, she was more than capable of taking care of herself.

"Okay daddy." she replied, then hung up the phone and turned back to her girlfriend. "Guys are on their way." she sighed and walked back over and wrapped her girlfriend in a hug.

Lola groaned as she ran her hands up and down the singer's back. "Does this mean that Hannah won't be taking any requests tonight?" she whined as she huffed in frustration.

The blonde singer pulled back from the hug and stared into the surfer's eyes. "Hannah's not, but I bet Miley will be." she answered slyly.

Lola tipped her head to the side and considered that statement for a moment. With a twinkle in her eye, she finally responded to the singer. "Lola thinks Lilly might just like that idea." after responding, the surfer leaned in for one last brief kiss.

Hannah pulled away then dragged her girlfriend towards the dressing room door. "Alright. Let's get upstairs. I am dying to get out of this wig anyway." she said, as she opened the door.

Lola reached up and gave her own itchy head a scratch. Yeah, she wouldn't mind getting rid of her wig either. "Sounds good." she agreed, then added, "Besides, I think we've had more than enough drama for one night." she pointed out as they met up with the guys and headed towards the elevators.

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As they exited their private elevator, they came to a 'T' in the hallway. Robbie Ray started walking straight ahead until Hannah reached out and grabbed his shirt sleeve. "Yo cowboy, turn that wagon train around, the room's over here." she said and then proceeded walking down the hallway on the right.

Lola shook her head at the singer. "No it's not. It's over here." the purple haired girl said, and then began walking down the hallway on the left.

Robbie Ray turned his head each way to look at his girls. Thank God someone was smart enough to invent GPS. He thought. Then he looked back at his son and shrugged his shoulders. "Every night the same old thing." he commented, and the two men continued walking straight ahead towards their room.

Jackson stepped in front of his dad and put a hand on his chest, bringing him to stop. "First one back gets their chocolates." he said, then turned around and took off down the hall in a sprint.

Robbie Ray took off after his son, laughing the entire way. "Cheater." he screamed after the smaller boy.

Once the girls had both determined that they had chosen the wrong hallway…again, they met back up in front of the elevator. Hannah crossed her arms and glared down the hall as she watched as the two racing men reached the door to their hotel suite. "I hate it when he's right." she sneered.

Lola turned away from the racing twosome to regard her girlfriend. "And one of them is going to steal our pillow chocolates again." she pointed out. One of the guys had stolen the chocolates every night this week, telling the girls that the little treats were first come, first serve.

"Damn." They said simultaneously, then began stomping down the hallway after the boys.

As they were halfway down the hall, Hannah noticed a young woman standing near a room service cart on the right side of the hallway. After a second glance, she realized it was someone she knew. She threw her hand on Lola's arm to bring her to an abrupt halt. "Traci?" she questioned.

Traci stepped away from the cart and approached the rock star. "Hannah what a wonderful surprise." she said, gushing all over Hannah like she always did. Then she noticed the singer's other constant companion was with her. "and Lola…" she said, but could find absolutely nothing about the other girl's presence that excited her. Thus she turned her attention back to the blonde singer. "Hannah what a wonderful surprise." she said once again.

Hannah rolled her eyes, knowing that Traci's greeting was going to rub her girlfriend the wrong way. "What are you doing here?" Hannah asked.

Lola was still fuming at the snobby girl's greeting. Traci and Lola had never gotten along since the day they met, but Hannah seemed to think the rich girl was a good person. She did do a lot of charity work, but that still didn't make the snob a good person in Lola's book. The purple haired girl glared at the socialite. "Let me guess." she said taking a step closer and leaning towards the older girl. "Auditioning for cirque de so lame?" she quipped.

Hannah rolled her eyes and pulled her girlfriend back behind her. "Stop it." she ordered, then considered what the shorter girl had said…then amended her statement. "Funny, but…stop it." she said, causing Lola to sneer at Traci in silent victory.

Hannah turned back around and gave the socialite a questioning look. "So, why didn't you tell me you were gonna be in Vegas?" she asked. Normally, if Traci was in the vicinity of a Hannah concert, she always made an appearance.

Traci got a shocked look on her face at the singer's question and held a hand to her chest as she gasped. "I didn't tell anybody. I can't! It's a secret! If your a friend you'll respect that, ok?" she told the blonde singer.

It had been a long day and Hannah really wasn't in the mood for Traci's theatrics. The singer decided that if she wanted to walk away, now was the best time. "Ok bye." she said with a shrug of her shoulders and a brief wave.

Before Hannah could take three steps away, Traci immediately jump in front of her to block her path. "Fine! If your going to keep hounding me about, I'll tell you." she sighed dramatically. Then looked from side to side to see if anyone was around and then thrust her left hand into Hannah's line of sight. On her ring finger sat a huge 2 caret princess cut diamond engagement ring. "I'm getting married tomorrow!" she screeched in happiness.

Hannah's eyes were wide at the thoughts of her friend who hadn't been dating anyone for several months to all of the sudden be getting married. "What?" The singer demanded with wide eyes, shock clearly evident on her face.

Lola was equally shocked by Traci's announcement, but for a slightly different reason. She couldn't imagine who would willing tie themselves down to the snobby girl for the rest of their lives. The surfer turned her head to her girlfriend and raised one eyebrow. "And more specifically...to what?" she questioned sarcastically.

Traci crossed her arms and glared at the purple haired girl. "At least somebody loves me you bitter anime character." she snapped back.

Lola took one step forward ready to smack some sense into the rich snob. She felt a hand on her chest and heard her girlfriend's voice in her head. Don't you dare. Lola turned her head to her girlfriend and saw the warning glare in her eye. Lola sighed in defeat and took a step back away from the annoying girl.

Once Hannah was content that her girlfriend was under control, she turned back to address Traci. "Woah woah woah. This is crazy. What idiot talked you into this?" she asked, not noticing the elevator doors slowly beginning to open.

Traci waved a dissmissing hand at the singer's concern. "He's not an idiot. He's my fiance." she said, then waved her arm at the elevator with a flourish. "Jakey!" she announced proudly.

Jake smiled brightly as the elevator doors opened and he began to walk forward. Then he saw Lola...and stopped dead in his tracks, halfway out of the elevator. The producers had told Jake that Hannah was going up to her floor. They never mentioned the purple haired friend that had accompanied her. Jake reached up and began massaging his throat in memory of his last violent encounter with the girl. His smile slowly began to falter as he tried to figure out what he should do. And even worse, anything he said or did on this floor was going to be captured on film by that television show. FUCK ME. He thought.

Hannah just stared at the actor in complete shock. After everything he had been doing to her over the past week, to show up in Las Vegas to marry Traci? Nothing made any sense. "Something something something say what?" she demanded stupidly.

Apparently, the singer's quips weren't even making sense at this point.

Lola had hatred burning in her eyes from the moment she recognized the actor preparing to exit the elevator. But despite Jake's unwanted presence, the love of her life making such a totally ridiculous comment, somehow managed to distract her. The surfer turned, crossed her arms, and stared dumbfoundedly at her stunned girlfriend. "Something, something, something?" she questioned. It was quite possibly the dumbest thing she had ever heard Hannah Montana say in public before.

Hannah heard the obvious question in her girlfriend's sarcastic tone. She shrugged helplessly. "What? It's the best I could do. I'm in shock here." she explained, trying to defend herself.

After seeing the look of hatred on Lola's face, Jake decided that now was not the best time to confront them, even if Traci would have been a witness to his murder. From what he understood, she and Lola didn't get along very well either. He decided the television show could screw themselves. His safety was more important. "Oops. Wrong floor!" he shouted as he stepped fully back into the elevator and started frantically banging on the control panel trying to make the doors close.

Lola took one step forward, ready to make the dash towards the evevator, until she felt a hand press strongly against her chest with far more force than the singer was physically capable of producing. Don't move. I can get more answers out of him than you will. Hannah informed her, then turned and took off towards the elevator.

After about three steps, the elevator doors began to close. Hannah used her mind to keep the doors propted open. "Not so fast lover boy." she called out as she raced into the elevator, finally allowing the doors to close behind her.

Lola called out to her girlfriend. "Hannah!" Not because she was concerned for her lover's safety, Hannah could take care of herself. Lola was annoyed that the singer had cheated and used her power to keep the surfer from finally getting her hands on Jake Ryan. And even worse, she was the one that got stuck here standing in an empty hotel hallway with Traci Van Horn. This night just kept getting worse.

The two girls stared each other up and down then simultaneously crossed their arms and turned their backs on each other.

Lola stood there and kept repeating over and over in her mind. I love my girlfriend. I would do anything for her. I love my girlfriend. I would do anything for her.

Lola's mental mantra was broken when Traci decided to break the silence between them. "B-T-W HATE the outfit." she condecendingly told the younger girl, as she glanced over her shoulder at the black and red plaid jacket over top of black and white striped stretch pants.

Lola knew that her girlfriend would be mad at her for this, but she couldn't stop herself. If she tells Hannah about this, I'll take my punishment happily. The surfer thought to herself. Lola spun around and faced Traci directly. "B-T-W I can change the outfit, but your stuck with the voice." Then she did her best to mimic the sound of Traci's nasally voice. "Forever." she said. The last word kinda sounded like something the Wicked Witch of the West would have said from The Wizard of Oz. After a few seconds of standing there with a smug expression on her face, Lola turned and began walking towards her hotel suite.

Traci stomped her foot on her ground in annoyance at the purple haired girl. "It's a nasal condition." she screamed at the retreating figure.

Lola had mouthed each word that had come out of the socialite's mouth. She said the same thing every single time anyone mentioned her whiney high pitched voice.

Lola mentally high fived herself and swiped her room key. She opened the door and pulled the wig off her head and ran her fingers through her blonde locks. The surfer tossed the wig on the coffee table and picked up the remote control. The surfer ungracefully plopped down on the couch to watch television and wait for her girlfriend to return from her fact finding mission.

Lilly sighed in mild aggrevation as she thought about what the actor had managed to do for the second time this week. "And once again he ruins a perfectly good opportunity for us to have sex." she said out loud to the empty room as she began flipping through the channels. "Un-fucking-believable." she growled.


Another one of those chapters...it became sooooo big...it got cut in half. Needless to say...Jake and Hannah are going to have a chat...and Lilly gets a proposal of her own...oh boy....oh, and there's going to be property damage. Love to read your thoughts and comments. Peace and love. - Jess