Chapter 26
I spent the next day devising a set list of songs that I wanted to play.
I included a few songs off the new album as well as old ones, including mainly ones about my secret identity.
I wanted dad to sing a song with me, I wanted to try and repay him after all these years somehow. This seemed a suitable way to do so; I knew that he still loved performing after all.
I had gotten morning sickness again that morning, which was not pleasant at all.
Oliver held my hair back as I vomited into the toilet; my hair was really long, I'd have to make a mental note to tie it back before I went to bed to be prepared for morning sickness in the future.
Later that night I went over to my dad's house with Oliver to show him my set list.
"Why is 'I Learned From You' on there?" He asked, looking at the piece of paper I had written it on.
I smiled, "I want you to sing with me."
"Mile," He said, touched, "I'd be honoured to."
"What do you think of the other songs that I have chosen?"
"They're perfect; you start rehearsals tomorrow by the way."
I had planned on how I would reveal myself as Miley; I contemplated pulling off the wig on stage but then decided I would quickly do a costume change to come out in an outfit that was more 'Miley'.
I just hoped afterwards that my fans would let me explain and would not walk out of the arena. I hoped more so that they would accept me for me and forgive me for having another identity.
Rehearsals were underway and I didn't know whether or not to tell my band of my secret right now or to wait just a little bit. I didn't want them finding out the same time as everyone else obviously as they may get so angry with me that they'd just walk off the stage.
I had an interview the following night on a talk show and was being calmed down by Oliver, dressed as Mike, backstage.
"What if this is one of the last interviews that I ever get to do?" I asked fearfully.
He brought me in his arms, "I promise you it won't be, Miles."
The interviewer introduced me on stage, I nervously smoothed out the dress I was wearing and walked on as confidently as I could.
"Hannah, how are you?" Simon asked me, giving me a hug before I sat down on the couch for the guests.
"I'm doing well, how are you?" I ask.
"I'm fine...how's the baby?" He smiled.
I smiled myself, "The baby is good."
"I think everyone's question tonight is why you have decided to have your last concert because you are pregnant. In the future will you have any?"
"In the future maybe, it depends what my fans want."
"What do you mean by that?"
"It depends if my fans stick by me over the following year or so." I answer, fidgeting with the hem of my dress.
"I'm sure they will, your fans are truly dedicated. We have had some outside the studio all day just hoping to catch a glimpse of you."
"Well I guess I'll have to go see them afterwards." I laugh.
"Tell us more about your upcoming album."
"Well, it's different. It's more of who I am and who I've grown to be over the years."
"So back to the baby, do you want a boy or a girl?"
"Mike and I really don't want either. We'd be enormously happy with either a boy or a girl."
"Have you got any names in mind?"
"We don't really have anything set for a boy but for a girl we do have something." I answered, honestly.
"What would that be?"
"Hannah actually."
"You'd name your child after you?"
"When you put it that way I sound crazy but yes, after me in a way. Let's just say that the name Hannah has a lot of meaning to my family."
I answered some more questions until there was an ad break and I had to get ready to perform a song with my band.
I made my way over to Oliver quickly, he kissed me quickly, "Everything will be okay. Have fun."
I smiled gratefully and went over to the small stage where my band was and got ready to sing.
"Welcome back everyone," Simon said, coming over to me and my band, "To finish the show tonight we have Hannah Montana singing one of her new songs off of her upcoming album called Breakout. Thank you to all of our guests tonight; take it away Hannah."
My band began to play the music and I placed my microphone in the microphone stand and began to sing.
"Wake up, here I go
Cram it all down my throat
Stomach's so full
That I wish I could choke
7 AM, my head's already in a spin
As soon as I'm out that door
Bam, it hits me like a ton of those red bricks
Can't dig myself out of this highest ditch
This madness
I swear, sometimes I can't tell
Which way's up, which way's down
It's all up in my face
Need to push it away
Somebody push it away
So all that I can hear
Is a simple song
Sing along now
La, la, la, la
La, la, la, la
La, la, la, la
La, la, la, la
Midday sun beating on the concrete
Burning up my feet
Too many cars on the street
The noise, the red, the green
Makes me wanna scream
5 o'clock now
It's bumper on bumper on bumper
Horns honking
Nobody's looking, but everybody's talking
Just another day on this highway
I swear, sometimes I can't tell
Which way's up, which way's down
It's all up in my face
Need to push it away
Somebody push it away
'Cause all I wanna hear, oh
Is a simple song
Hmm, sing along now
La, la, la, la
La, la, la, la
La, la, la, la
La, la, la, la
Hey, sing along now
What I'd give to turn it off
And make it stop, make it stop
You gotta make it stop
So all that I can hear
Is a simple song
Hmm, sing along now
La, la, la, la
La, la, la, la
La, la, la, la
La, la, la, la
La, la, la, la
La, da, da, da
La, la, la, la
La, da, da, da"
Later that night we all went back to my dad's place to celebrate my performance.
"You did well; I think everyone will love your new music." Sam told me.
"You know how you wanted your new album to be under your name, bud?"
"Yeah?"
"Well, it's all done." Dad told me pulling out a c-d from in one of the kitchen drawers, "Congratulations darling."
He handed it to me and I saw myself with brunette hair on the cover.
"Breakout – Miley Stewart."
My producer, Tracey's dad, was the one who knew about me being Hannah. He really must have gone to a lot of work to get this to happen for me. I decided that I'd tell Tracey and everyone else who I really was soon. They needed to know before everyone else.
"I can't believe this is really finally happening."
I sat out on the balcony of Oliver and my apartment that night and worked on a brand new song.
"That sounds really good; you should play it at your concert." Oliver said, sitting down with me.
"You think?"
He nodded, "I think it would be entirely appropriate."
"You know that your life will change too right?" I asked suddenly.
"I know, but it's worth it. As long as I have you and the little one, we'll be completely fine." He smiled, placing a hand on my stomach.
"I just hope that things will die down by the time I give birth. Life will be hectic enough, having the paparazzi asking me why I lied while I'm in labour won't be the best thing to experience."
"There will always be paparazzi, Miles. It will just be easier as you won't have to worry about protecting your secret." Oliver said, holding my hand in his, "But I'll be there for you every step of the way."
"I love you."
"I love you too." He grinned.
Right now, nothing mattered except for him, me and our unborn child.