Oh my gosh, I am sooooooo sorry guys. I didn't update in forever because I thought I had already uploaded this chapter, and I sorta kinda almost maybe do have writer's block. But then I was looking, and this chapter wasn't here! I'm a loser, yes. Again, sorry. I need to check my documents more often. XD

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MILEY'S DIARY

I tried to perform that concert in Malibu, I really did. Dad told me that, even though one of Miley's best friends was dying, I couldn't really let it affect Hannah. I thought it was perfectly horrible advice.

I mean, come on. When Mom died, Dad's eyes were red and puffy for months. He didn't go to work for a month. He didn't write another song for six. He didn't even pick up a guitar until three months later.

Now here he is, telling me that I need to pretend that one of my best friends isn't dying. I need to pretend that Hannah's life is perfect. He expects me to go out on that stage, sing my heart out, and pretend to smile for the audience. The show must go on, he said.

And ya know what?

I tried.

Lilly didn't come with me. I mean, who could blame her? The love of her life is in a coma, and she hasn't said a word since she found that out. And that was a week ago.

I managed to get through Who Said, and I've Got Nerve. If We Were a Movie came next, and by the end of that song, I had tears in my eyes. I brushed it off by telling the audience that it was allergies. They believed it too. I almost got away with it, until the next song, True Friend. I collapsed in the middle of the song, sobbing. I tried to collect myself, but…it didn't happen.

Cole had always told me after every performance that even though I sounded great through all of the songs, True Friend was his favorite. Yeah. Of course I'm going to cry through that.

The audience freaked out. My dad came onstage, and cut the music.

"C'mon Darlin'," he said, and led me offstage.

He went back out in front of the crowd, and explained that one of my best friends had been in a car accident two days before, and was now in a coma. He told how he had pushed me into doing the concert, thinking it would take my mind off of things. It was his way of apologizing to me, too, I think.

The audience was tweaked at Daddy for making me sing, but…it isn't really his fault. I went along with it. I guess I hoped that maybe it would take my mind off of Cole…

Sitting backstage as Dad explained everything, I managed to get myself together, and began to hum. I don't know what the heck I was humming, but it was slow, sad, and it was helping me calm down.

After the humming came the words…

I wrote a song that night, in honor of Cole…just in case…

After Daddy came back offstage, he told me that he had told the crowd that I would go out there and thank them for coming in a few minutes. Basically end the concert.

But at that moment, I decided something.

"Daddy, I wanna sing this song," I handed him the piece of paper I had written it on.

"Now?" he asked. I nodded, and wiped my eyes.

"How does it go?" he brought out his guitar. I sang him that sad melody, and he quickly came up with an acoustic accompaniment for it.

"It's beautiful, Bud," he told me, wiping a lone tear off of my cheek.

"Thanks," I muttered, "Let's go."

I walked back out in front of the curtain, Dad in tow, and grabbed hold of the microphone. For a split second, I felt like I shouldn't do it. Like I should wait until Lilly was there to sing the song. But then I remembered that it was a televised event (as were all of my concerts from this tour) and Lilly promised to watch from her house…or, rather, her mom had promised for her. I sighed, and began to speak.

"Hi everybody," I said, "I'm really sorry for collapsing like that. I just have…a lot on my mind, and a lot on my heart…I'm pretty sure my dad told you about that. Anyway, before you all leave, I have one last song for you. It's brand new, wrote it tonight, in fact… It's in honor of my friend that was in the crash, Cole. We don't know right now if he's going to die, but…I thought I'd sing this anyway…The song is called Someday."

I nodded to Dad, and he began to play.

I took a deep breath, and started the song.

Funny how,

Two bright lights,

Darkened your world,

And darkened ours too,

The past now a memory that flew,

Flew away,

Best friends forever,

Thought we'd always be together,

Who knew? Who knew?

It all happened so fast,

I guess we should have realized,

That perfection never lasts,

One moment you're there,

The next you've gone away,

But I know in my heart,

That we'll see you again,

Someday.

As I came to the bridge, I realized how the song wasn't all that wonderful, considering I had only written it fifteen minutes before. But I was managing to pour all the emotion of the last few days into each word, turning it into something that I was sure it hadn't been before. The crowd stood, staring transfixedly at me. I could see Oliver standing in the front row, tears streaming down his face. I gave him a watery smile, and wiped my own tears away. I needed to focus on the music, not fall down crying again.

I listened to Dad play the little guitar thing we'd written for him between the chorus and the bridge. It was coming to the part where I sang again. I took a deep breath…

Have you ever had to learn,

To get over someone,

Someone you loved so much?


Have you ever had to feel,

That empty spot in your soul?

Where you know they belong.

Have you ever...

Ever had to say, say I love you,

Then let them slip away?

Slip away…

It all happened so fast,

I guess we should have realized,

That perfection never lasts,

One moment you're there,

The next you've gone away,

But I know in my heart,

That we'll see you again,

Someday.

Someday…

I finished the song, and listened to the crowd cheer. The intensity had gone up so much for this song. I had never, in all of my time as Hannah Montana, experienced applause like this. It felt good, knowing that Cole would never be forgotten, immortalized in a song, if he didn't live.

I was crying again, though smiling this time as I thanked the crowd, and walked offstage into my dressing room.

Oliver was waiting there for me, tears still dripping down his cheeks. I walked up to him, and immediately began sobbing into his chest again. He held me tightly.

"You were incredible," he whispered in my ear, "Everyone loved it, and almost the entire audience was crying." As if to punctuate what he had said, a teardrop dripped off of his nose and onto the top of my head.

I could feel my cell phone vibrating in my pocket, so sighing, I pulled it out. I had a text from Lilly.

Ur song was beautiful, & I'm sobbing again…brng Oliver & meet me the beach 8. I lv u guys. –Lilly

"I guess she's still not talking?" Oliver asked, motioning to my cell phone. Normally, if Lilly hadn't been able to come to a Hannah concert, she would've called right after to let me know how I had done. But ever since she had found out that Cole had…was almost gone…she hadn't said a word.

"No," I whispered, "I'm worried about her. Do you…do you think she'll go…" I couldn't continue…

"Suicidal?" Oliver finished my thought. I nodded.

"No," he said softly, brushing a strand of hair out of my face, "She's stronger than that. She just needs some time. Hopefully Cole will come back to reality soon…"

"I hope so," I replied, still almost inaudible.

Lilly would need some time, we all knew that. But she didn't have a second life that she had to keep up. Lola was allowed to disappear from society for awhile, and no one would really notice. Hannah? Now that was another story.

Lilly would need time. But so would I. And unlike Lilly, I would have to get on with my life a whole lot quicker than she would.

How unfair is that?

As Oliver, Dad, and I climbed into the limo, I rolled my eyes at the irony of the song playing on the radio.

Manic Monday.

That's what it was alright.

Just another manic Monday.

Yeah, well, the song wasnt my best...hahahaha. The tune I had in my head made it sound pretty good, but when I went back and read what it looked like without the music behind it, well… it looked like a little kid with a very vague idea of loss had written it.

As it is, I'm just a teenager with a vague idea of loss, so…I guess I'm not much better.

Anyway, again, comments appreciated. Feel free to tell me how suckish the song is...lol

Hahaha. And ya know, when I was writing Lilly's text to Miley, it nearly killed me to type like that. :O Note to self: Don't do that.