Nobody's Perfect Chapter 21: The Promises of Tomorrow, a hannah montana fanfic

So, It has been SOOOO long since I've updated. I am so so sorry. Here you go.

I rolled into school, a few hours late, walking into the office. The secretaries looked at me. "Oh, Lillian, are you late?"

"Yeah, I woke up on the…" I looked for a way to describe it, "The weird side of the bed this morning. Anyways, can you...?" I wanted her to put me in as late so I could get to class, but instead she wrote a note.

"Here you go. This will excuse you. Everyone's late sometimes." She gave me a look, than waved her hand in a way that clearly said 'don't mention it.' I left the office just as the bell rang, walking right into a solid wall of students.

"Oh, excuse me." I muttered.

"Lils! Where you been!" I looked up, seeing that it was Jackson speaking to me.

"At home." I lied.

"I've been trying to find you all morning."

"Oh? What's up?"

"Louis called this morning. Reimard's in town, and the only time he can possibly see us is this afternoon. Like, tonight."

My heart stuttered, and then kicked into overdrive. "What! I thought we had until Saturday!"

"We did, but not anymore." He laughed a shaky laugh. "At six o'clock tonight, he will be at the Stewart house, and we will be there playing for him."

"Tonight?"

"Tonight."

I paused. "So…tonight?"

"Lilly! Yes tonight! Get it together!"

"Ok…uh…what period is it?"

"Fifth. Come on ,we're gonna be late." He grabbed my arm, dragging me in my dazed state to class. We got inside the door just in time to take our seats before the bell rang. Miley stood up from her desk, taking role quickly.

"Ok Guys, today's just gonna be a free day. Tomorrow we'll begin a new band project, and I'll give you your assignment then. So, do whatever you want. Effectively, this is a study hall." She sat back down, and immediately the class broke into conversation. The boys came to crowd around my desk.

"So." Oliver spoke. "What are we singing? It has to be something original."

"Well…" Jackson paused, "We only have those two songs though."

I spoke. "Well then, we'll sing Chasing Cars, and then we'll sing them some covers. Like Once Upon Another Dream and Bleed it Out. Then we'll end it on that newest song we've been working on. And they'll take that, because they gave us such short notice."

The boys nodded at me like I was some kind of leader. They nodded all around, and I felt the jitters set in. I wish I could just fast forward to six o'clock.

"I'm Reimard." He shook hands all the way around, starting with the Stewart;s and ending with the band. "It's good to see you again Robbie Ray." He had a firm grip and a crisp, tailored suit. His dark hair was slicked back, and his sun glasses were hanging from the pocket in his suit jacket. "I've heard only good things about you guys," He said to us, "and I'm here tonight to see what I can do about getting you on the map. I'm in charge, and if I like you, you're in. If I don't, I bring your demos to the company, see who likes you, and you might still be in." He smiled a million megawatt smile, that gave me the impression that he's kind of a sleazeball. But who am I to judge? "I'm kind of short on time, but if we could get going? I want to hear you guys live. And I'd like to take a recording of you to the company as well, if that's alright?" He dedicated this last question to Robbie Ray"

"That's not a problem. We'll record the session you hear tonight."

"Well ok!" He smiled his sleazy smile. "Let's get started." He took off his suit jacket, hanging it across the back of one of the cushy chairs, exposing a bright green collared shirt underneath. It stretched tight across his well muscled torso. Somebody had money, and liked to display it.

I left them in the booth, leading the boys into the booth. We plugged in our instruments, going through a quick soundcheck before we began. Robbie held down a button, speaking to us in the booth. "Ok guys, get ready. We're recording tonight in audio and video, so don't act like fools. Have fun!"

The red light came on, showing us that he was recording. I stepped to the mic. "We're A Beautiful Disaster, and this is an original song of ours. It's called 'Chasing Cars.' I looked at the boys around me, they all nodded, so I started the song, moving into the guitar and the opening lines, looking through the glass at Miley, dedicating the words to her, as sincerely as I had the first time.

'We'll do it all, everything, on our own. We don't need, anything, or anyone.'

The first song went off without a hitch, so we moved seamlessly into 'Once Upon Another Dream.' It sounded so much better than it had on the radio with the music, and before long, we moved into the hardest song in the set, Bleed It Out. This was my favorite cover. And finally, we played our newest song, which I hoped was fantastic, though we'd only run through it twice before tonight.

"This is only the second song we've written, but we absolutely love it. It's called Sparks Fly, and I wrote it for us last week, when I was feeling inspired." I smiled to myself, and got ready to start. The song had a country pop feel to it, which I hadn't felt too sure about, but everyone thought I could pull the accent off, and it helped display the way our band didn't conform to any specific thing.

'The way you move is like a full on rainstorm
And I'm a house of cards
You're the kind of reckless
That should send me runnin'
But I kinda know that I won't get far
And you stood there in front of me
Just close enough to touch
Close enough to hope you couldn't see
What I was thinking of

Drop everything now
Meet me in the pouring rain
Kiss me on the sidewalk
Take away the pain
'cause I see sparks fly whenever you smile
Get me with those blue eyes, baby, as the lights go down
Give me something that'll haunt me when you're not around
'cause I see sparks fly whenever you smile

My mind forgets to remind me
You're a bad idea
You touch me once and it's really something,
You find I'm even better than you imagined I would be.
I'm on my guard for the rest of the world
But with you I know it's no good
And I could wait patiently but I really wish you would...

I run my fingers through your hair and watch the lights go wild.
Just keep on keeping your eyes on me, it's just wrong enough to make it feel right.
Lead me up the staircase
Won't you whisper soft and slow?
I'm captivated by you, baby, like a firework show.

Drop everything now,
Meet me in the pouring rain,
Kiss me on the sidewalk,
Take away the pain
'cause I see sparks fly whenever you smile.
Get me with those blue eyes, baby, as the lights go down
Give me something that'll haunt me when you're not around
'cause I see sparks fly whenever you smile

The sparks fly...
Oh, baby, smile...
The sparks fly...'

I let the final note fade, allowing the silence to come from the outside and radiate in. I thought about some of the lines in Sparks Fly, and how they were borderline risqué. I moved my hair from my eyes, looking up just in time to see the red light go out. Robbie Ray pressed down on the intercom button. "That was a very good run, guys. Come on out."

We put our instruments on their stands, and made our way out of the booth just as Robbie Ray handed over the DVD. "Thanks guys, I've seen all I needed to. You did a great job. I'll get back to you as soon as I can." And, just like that, Reimard swooped up his coat and left, with Robbie Ray following right behind him.

An awful silence pervaded the room, and I met no one's eyes. "Well, let's go upstairs, I guess." One of the boys talked, I didn't really know which. They all stepped up the stairs, kind of defeated. "You coming, Lil?"

I sat down in the chair at the controls. "Yeah, I'll be up in a bit." They all left me, until I was pretty much alone. There was no doubt in my mind who was still with me. "How'd we do?"

Her arms went around my shoulders, and she rested her face on my shoulder, right next to mine. "You did fantastic. He was just using his poker face. He loved it. Listen to this." She hit a few of the switched, rewinding one of the audio recordings. She played it back. It was a sample from 'Sparks Fly.' I didn't want to get my hopes too high, but we sounded amazing. The instruments, the vocals. Just amazing. When the line 'You touch me once, and it's really something' came up Miley slipped her arm around my stomach, pulling me closer to her. I relaxed a bit. Everything would play out, or it wouldn't. If we didn't make it this time, we wouldn't be losing anything. And if the producer liked us, we'd move on from there.

I hit the stop button, leaving the music where it was, and standing up from the cushy chair Reimard had occupied. I pulled Miley with me, and flipped off the light switch on the wall, cutting all the power and light in the downstairs. I held Miley's hand, standing at the foot of the stairs. I couldn't hear anything, so I knew everybody was all the way upstairs. "Lilly, what are you doing?"

"Shhh." I pulled her close, draping her hand I was holding over my shoulder, putting my lips on hers. It felt like forever since it'd just been the two of us. We were shrouded in the darkness, and it felt like nothing could ever touch us. She burned a path across my body where she touched me, and I put my arms on her waist, erasing the possibility of there being any space between us. The kiss got intense, and she pulled back and whispered in my ear.

"Lilly, I don't want to wait anymore."

There was no doubt in my mind what she was talking about. My entire body went hot, like I was on fire. "I don't want to wait either."

"Then let's not do it. Let's not wait anymore."

I pulled back a little further from her. "When? Tonight?"

"No…tomorrow. There's too much going on right now." She kissed me again. And I kissed her back once more, before we straightened ourselves out and headed upstairs, done with today, and floating on the promises of tomorrow.

Just so you know, the next chapter is either the last one, or the second to last one. Please review. = )