Today was a bad day. Glad to be back at the computer.
Camerons P O V
I was the first to pull away. I opened my eyes to see us in shock.
"What was that?" she asked.
"What do you mean? You kissed me," I said.
"You kissed me!" she said.
"We kissed each other," we both said looking down.
"I didn't mean anything by it, just..." she said.
"I get it. Me niether," I said.
She hopped into her bunk.
"Well good night then," she said.
"Good night," I said.
The next morning, I finally woke up before her. I got out of bed and went out to the living room, and layed down on the couch, exhausted. I wasn't in the mood to practice today in that stuffy little room for hours. I just wanted to get to Atlanta, play, and be done with it. I was sick of this whole practice everytime you are on the bus.
"Hey dad?" I asked when he came into the room, kinda drousy.
"Yeah, uh Cameron, you don't have to practice today. I recocmend you do, but you dont' have to for hours on end," he said.
"Thanks," I said. That's all I could remember, because the next I was hopping three feet into the air, being woken up.
"Holy crap!" I yelled.
"Bump there," Madison laughed.
"Where are we?" I asked.
"About an hour and a half into Georgia," she answered.
"Uh," I uhed.
"Suck it up. We don't have to practice that much," Madison pointed out.
"Yeah. What do we do than?" I asked.
"Let's go back to our room, grab some breakfast, and watch t.v.," she said.
"Sounds like a good plan to me," I said.
We grabbed a whole box of cereal and ate in our pajamas in our room watching The Simpsons. We ate a whole box between us. A while later, but I'm not sure how much longer, mom came in for Madison.
Madisons P O V
"Hey we are going to be there in fifteen minutes, so are you going to be ready to go shopping?" Miley asked.
I nodded. "Of course," I said. shopping? oh yeah, I can be ready. I grabbed some clothes and Cameron left to go do something stupid, I'm sure. When we pulled up there, Miley and I left in a cab while the boys... I don't know what they did. But whatever it was, I'm sure it was something very boyish.
"So what do you think we should look for today?" she asked.
"I'm not sure," I said.
"I'm kind of in a mood for a skirt," I added.
"Okay, but trust me, they are hard when your dancing," she explained.
"I'll be okay. I'm up to the challenge," I said pretending to flex my muscles. We both cracked up. Than I saw the cutest skirt, I've ever seen in Macys. It was a pink one with the little ruffles at the bottom.
"What would look good with this?" I asked.
"I don't know, but you always like Hollister, and Aeropostale, so let's check there," she said.
"I guess," I said turning into Hollister since it was on our way. I found a long sleeve white shirt with a blue cami to wear over it. Than I got a six hundred dollar pair of gold high heels, and they were adorable. I'm serious, I have never wanted a shoe more than I have there, and they were perfect, with a few gems in them. We got a cab ride back to the RV bus, and Miley gave me some more tips on how to do the concert. I started thinking of hairstyles to do. I could get it curly, or straighten it, or a pony tail. I didn't want something major, but that red hair would not work.
"Hey Miley?" I asked.
"Yeah," she answered.
"I don't think that my red hair wig is going to work for this outfit," I said.
She thought a second. "You're right. I've got the perfect idea. You're out on tabloids, so it will be shock to the world. sort of. You're not huge right now, but still have pictures in the press, and they are talking about you," she said.
"What are we going to do?" I asked.
"You'll see," she said.
I hate surprises. I actually love them, just not when I'm at the bad end.
When we got back, she took out her 'emergency hair kit'. It seriously said that, with a little Hannah Montana decoration on it.
"Okay, I need you to sit on this chair, and relax, maybe watch t.v.," she said pointing to her t.v. We were in her room. I layed my head back onto a cushion, and she weaved her fingers through my hair. I felt some pressure onto my head, but couldn't quite find out what she was doing. After an hour of her doing whatever she was doing, she took me over into the bathroom, where thankfully the guys didn't see me on my way there, because that would be horrifying.
"Alright, now tip your head back," she said. She rinsed through it, and than didn't wash or conidition it, but put some chemical into it.
"Is this permanant?" I asked. I didn't even know what she was doing.
"It will fade out within ten shampoos," she said.
"Is my mom going to approve?" I asked.
"I'm not going to tell you any more tips or anything like that. Now just relax," she said. She tipped my head back into the sink and rinsed through my hair, and than I felt my hair get lighter. She let it dry a little bit, and than conditioned it without washing, cause apparantly it is bad for your hair, and than she blow dried it.
"You look amazing!" she said turning me around to face her in my chair. I still hadn't the slightest clue on my hair.
"What is it, can I see?" I asked.
"No. You only have ten minutes until we are supposed to be in the arena where you guys perform, so get changed, and than we can go to rehearsahls."
I sighed and went into my bedroom. The guys had already gone in. When I came out all changed, Miley whistled.
"Hot dog! I do good!" she said.
I laughed. "Thanks," I said.
We went into the arena, and I ran straight into my dressing room. When I looked into the mirror, I couldn't believe my eyes. I saw a girl, with the prettiest, curls I have ever seen. They were bouncy and ful, and not dried out at all, and you would think that they were natural. Miley had given me such a cute perm, and it looked adorable with my new outfit. I went to go rehearse with Cameron out on stage. His mouth dropped when he saw me.
"Wow, Madison, you look, I don't know... gorgeous?" he said.
"Thanks," I thanked.
We got through the rest of practice with Camerons eyes manly on me.
When I got back stage, I suddenly felt, like I couldn't do this. I felt like I was going to melt down from being forced into this.
"Madison are you okay? You don't look very good," Miley pointed out.
"I feel, I don't know. Stage fright," I said.
"That's okay. Go grab something to drink, and hurry you are on soon," she said.
I nodded and barely started walking away when the annoncer called, "Madison to the stage in five minutes."
I grabbed a handful of woppers, and a water. When I was done, I felt a little bit better, but not much. I thought my insides where going to fall out. I was ready for it to be over. That's when I reallized. This wasn't about my fans, or my parents. I was scared because I knew Cameron was watching over me so carefully in rehearsahls, that he would now. I couldn't do it anymore. I couldn't face Cameron on that stage. It was the wierdest feeling ever, and I don't care if it ruins both me and Camerons future. There is nothing in the world that would make me go out there tonight.