Miley flopped on her bed after a long day, hugged her knees to her chest, and shook her head into her knees.

"Miley?" she looked up.

"Oh. Hey, daddy."

"You alright?" he asked and sat down next to her.

Miley nodded. "I'm fine." Robby didn't say anything and put his arms around her, engulfing her in a great bear hug. Miley leant her head against his shoulder, and let the first tear leak out. Angrily, she wiped the tear away and cursed herself for being so weak. She wouldn't cry. She was strong. She pulled away from the hug. "I'm fine, Dad."

"You sure?" Miley nodded. "Alright then…well, you'd best start getting ready for the concert; the Limo will be here in an hour." Robby kissed her on the forehead and went out of her room. Miley sighed and went over to her closet to get ready…

(this is the part when, if it was the show, it would show Hannah singing…let me see…'bigger than us'…because I like that song. ANYWAY…) Oh, and even though in this scene she has the wig on, I will still be referring to her as Miley.

After the concert…

"Phew," Miley sighed and flopped down on the couch in Hannah's dressing room. She was glad she got to do a concert; it took her mind off things. But still she was really tired and couldn't wait to go home and have a nice bath…

"Miley?" Her dad stuck his head in the door. "We've got some kids here to meet you."

Miley sighed; the bath would have to wait. She readjusted her wig and put on a smile. "Ok. Send them in." He opened the door, and five girls walked in. The oldest looked to be about twelve and the rest were eight or nine. They all chattered nervously and looked at Miley-or as they thought, Hannah- excitedly. From just outside the door she saw a shy girl, who looked younger than the rest, facing away.

"Go on, Hailey," a voice said from outside. "Don't be shy. I'll hold your hand." Hailey shrugged and shuffled in, holding the hand of…

"Josh?" Miley blurted out.

Josh looked up, confused. "How do you know my name?"

Miley cursed her carelessness. "Oh…I don't know. You just look like a Josh," Miley quickly made up. Josh gave a small smile, shrugged and took Hailey forward again.

Miley swallowed and knelt down to Hailey's level. "Hey sweetie, what's your name?"

"I-I'm Hailey," she said nervously.

"Oh, that's a pretty name. How old are you?"

"I'm this many," Hailey said and held up seven fingers. She counted again, a frown on her face, and put down one.

"Wow, you're a big girl. Who's your friend?"

"This is my big brother. He took me here; he's the bestest brother in the whole wide world."

"I'm sure he is," she said quietly and stood up. Josh smiled at her, and a sharp pain shot through her stomach. She wished Josh could smile at her again- not Hannah; Miley. She shook the thought aside. "Who wants CDs?"

After almost an hour of signing autographs, taking pictures and talking to her fans, the fans said goodbye to Hannah and left. Only Josh and Hailey were left. It was so hard for Miley to be so close to him; all she wanted was to leap into his arms and never let go. But she held herself back. Instead she kept at a distance as Josh shook his sister gently, for she had fallen asleep on the couch.

"Hailey…Hailey. It's time to wake up." Josh looked back over his shoulder and grinned at Miley. "This one could sleep through an earthquake."

Miley couldn't help but laugh. Hailey turned over in her deep slumber and mumbled slightly.

"And yes," he said, "she's a sleep talker." He smiled lovingly at his sister. "That was a great concert tonight, Hannah."

"Thanks. I'm glad you liked it."

"Yeah. Hailey loved it too. She loves you…but you must get that a lot, huh?"

Miley shrugged. "You get used to it."

"Yeah well…don't be offended if I don't, you know, faint in front of you…I've had enough of celebrities for a while," he said bitterly.

"Oh?"

"Yeah. Do you know Jake Ryan?"

Miley shrugged, keeping up the Hannah façade. "Yeah…we've met a couple of times. He's the selfish, egoistic, vain guy? Yeah, I know him," Miley said darkly.

"You forgot to put in 'girlfriend stealer', but yep; that's pretty much him," he spat, and before he knew it, he was rambling: "Jake just walks in thinking he's king of the school, and he's all 'dude, I've slain you once, don't make me slay you again'. It just makes me sick," he scowled.

The knot in Miley's stomach tightened. She hated to see him hurting like this. It's my fault.

"And Miley, Ugh!" Hold up now!

"Miley? Who's Miley?"

"My girlfriend. She was kissing Jake."

"Well…how do you know she was doing it intentionally? You never know…Jake might have been, oh I don't know…blackmailing her."

Josh seemed to snap out of his rant. "What? Blackmail? Where did you get that idea?" he shook his head. "Sorry…I'm kinda dumping this all on you, aren't I?" he smiled sheepishly at her, shrugged and smiled. "Enough about me. How about you? I mean, you're Hannah Montana!"

Miley bit her lip, and sat down on the couch next to Josh. "No…I'm not."

Josh gave her a confused look. "You're not? What do you mean?"

She checked on Hailey, who was sleeping peacefully. "I mean, I am…but I'm not. Does that make sense?"

"Um…no."

"What I mean is…" she slowly reached up to the fringe of her wig. She pulled. "I'm Hannah Montana."

Josh's eyes widened. He blinked. "Miley?"