Chapter 1
The Beginning
Miley Stewart
Malibu, California
It was a warm, breezy evening. The sun made the ocean glitter like a sea of diamonds. A black limo was parked outside the Stewart's house.
"Miley! We're gonna be late!" yelled Robby Stewart.
"Coming, Dad!" came the reply from inside.
Miley Stewart stepped outside. If it hadn't been for the blond wig she was wearing, you would have known right away that she had wavy brown hair. She was thin, and very good-looking. Did I mention that she was Hannah Montana? And, being such, she was getting ready to go to a concert.
"Finally," said Lilly, already inside the limo, "I thought for a minute you weren't coming."
"My wig slipped, I had to fix it," said Miley.
"Well, it's fixed now, so let's go!"
"Alright, alright."
Miley slid into the limo, and they drove away, not knowing that someone was following them, lurking just out of sight.
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Miley strutted onstage, and picked up the mike off its stand.
There was a flash of bright blue light, and suddenly, all the lights on the stage, and in the building, went dead.
"Don't panic," yelled one of the crew, "We'll be able to fix this in time for the show, don't worry."
Not again, thought Miley. First my cellphone shorted out when I touched it, and now this. Why does this keep happening?
"Hannah!" shrieked Lilly, rushing onstage. "Where are you? I can't see anything!"
"Over here, Lola," said Miley.
Lilly grabbed Miley's outstretched hand. "Miley, are you okay?" she whispered, "I thought I saw something hit you."
"What kind of something?" asked Miley, confused.
"Like an electrical spark kind of something. I thought I saw a spark shoot out from the mike and hit your hand."
"What?" said Miley, "I think I would have felt it if an electrical spark had hit my hand."
"Okay, if you say so," said Lilly anxiously.
"Don't worry about me, I'm fine," said Miley.
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