A/N I wanna thank angry eyes, Elphaba Lives forever, Garden Spade, I'm a blonde on the inside, Loony Loony Loony Luna, MoonShine101, and KelsiLovesLucas and wittywriter22 for reviewing! Here we go with chapter number two! Enjoy!

"I'm so excited to see what they're gonna have us do for the pageant! Aren't you, Lilly?" Miley asked her best friend as they walked toward The Club to retrieve their information for the pageant, which was only one day away.

"Yeah, I guess so." Lilly replied glumly. She was looking at her feet.

"Aww, come on, Lills, you know we're gonna have loads of fun!" Miley said encouragingly.

"Yeah! You know what? We will have fun!" Lilly said, holding her head and smiling.

"Yeah!" Miley said, pushing her fist into the air.

"And you know what else? We," Lilly put her arm around Miley's shoulders, causing one of her legs to come off the ground. "Are gonna do great!"

"Yeah!" Miley repeated, pushing her fist into the air again.

"Is this the place?" Lilly asked Miley, who knew about all the famous places in Malibu, having done many concerts there as Hannah Montana.

"Yep!" Miley answered excitedly. "Let's go in!"

So they walked into the theatre and up to the long table that had been set up where refreshments were normally served at concerts. Lilly looked around. She had never been here before. She saw a pair of long, red curtains leading to what Lilly guessed was the stage area. She peeked through and saw a huge stage stretched out from wall to wall, with curtains covering the back half.

I cannot believe I'm doing this. I don't think I can get up in front of tons of people and be a -She tried not to gag- model.

"What's wrong, Lilly?" Miley had looked over to see Lilly mouthing things to herself and half-gagging, half-gritting her teeth. "Umm, are you ok?"

"Yeah, yeah." Lilly reassured her friend. "Okay, so where do we get our info?" She wanted to change the subject fast.

"Excuse me; we are here for the Sparkly Spirits beauty pageant. We would like to know where we could find the information about the pageant that was mentioned on the propaganda that was delivered to our educational facility." Miley smiled. "Old people respect you when you use big words." Miley whispered in Lilly's face.

Lilly looked at the woman Miley was talking to. She looked anything but respectful. There was a big, fake smile slapped across her face. She kept nodding toward Miley and Lilly and saying things like, "Yes, here you go. That should be something important, huh?" And she had this really annoying laugh that sounded like 20 dolphins screeching at once. Lilly couldn't take it, so she switched her attention to the lady's appearance. She was a thin, short woman that looked like she had been doing pageants for years. She had over-plucked eyebrows, which really seemed to bother Lilly for some odd reason. She couldn't stop looking at those brows. When she finally found the strength to move on, she saw that the woman had one gigantic mole just above her lip. Lilly's eye was drawn to it because it was the most profound thing on the woman's face. But this lady's make-up was a very (and when I say very, I mean very) close second. The eye shadow was bright orange and clashed horribly with her bright bubble-gum pink lipstick. She was wearing a strange, deep-reddish shade of blush all over her cheeks (and some was even spread around on her nose.) Lilly forced herself to look at this horrifying woman's clothing. The second she laid eyes on it, she really wished she hadn't looked at all. This strange woman was wearing a super tight bright purple blouse. Lilly discreetly looked underneath the table to get a better look at her pants. She pretended to be tying her shoelace, but looked over at the ugliest things she had ever set eyes on. The pants this lady was wearing were bright orange and came to about an inch above her ankles. But the worst part was that she was wearing bright pink sandals (the color was almost identical to her lipstick) over green socks with bright yellow "fishies" on them. They read the label: FISH ARE MY LIFE! That was also in bright yellow.

Lilly had seen enough. She thought the freak show was over, but when she looked up, she saw the biggest pair of boobs ever. It looked as if this woman had gotten about 50 boob jobs, trying to enlarge them each time. Lilly had seen enough. She looked away towards the stage and started to gag again. She hadn't realized that Miley had been collecting information this whole time and was no longer standing next to her. She heard a voice.

"Hello? Ms.? Hello?" It was the strange woman Lilly had been observing.

"Oh. Sorry. Umm, did, you see where my friend went?" Lilly asked the woman.

"Oh, yes, she's just over there collecting some papers." The woman pointed down the table where Miley was holding a huge stack of brightly colored papers. Lilly went over to meet her.

"Hey. Wow, that's a lot of papers. Do we need any more?" She said, scanning the table for a color Miley hadn't yet picked up. She saw a bright yellow sheet and looked back at the pile. No yellow. "Here we go." She said as she handed two sheets of the yellow paper to Miley.

"Ok. That's it." Miley said as she leafed through the stack of papers in her arms.

"Ok, let's go." Lilly said. She was dying to get as far away as she could from that horrifying woman with the over-plucked brows and dolphin-laugh.

When they were outside, Miley divided the papers so each girl had a set. They each looked at the first page.

"Ok, so there's gonna be four portions over a period of four days. So that's one event a day." Miley read off of a bright pink piece of paper.

"Yeah. First is a Q and A. That shouldn't be too hard. What kind of questions do you think they're gonna ask us?"

"I don't know. But I've seen this kind of pageant on TV, and they talk about World Peace a lot, so be sure to mention that in your answer."

"OK."

"Let's see, next is a bathing suit competition."

"A bathing suit competition?"

"Yea." Miley said, flipping through the pages. She stopped at a bright orange page and began to read. "The bathing suit competition will take place on the second day of the pageant. In this event, contestants will model a swimsuit of their own and judges will judge on posture and appearance. Note: Your choice of swimsuit could cost you the crown."

"Cost you the crown? What's that supposed to mean?"

"I guess it just means that these judges are gonna be really tough on things like, your appearance and stuff."

"That's it. I lost!" Lilly sighed, throwing her arms up in the air.

"Why do you think that?"

"Hello? Look at me Miley. I don't exactly have the perfect body. Like you." Lilly looked down. "You're Hannah Montana." She said quietly. "You have to have a good body."

"Oh, come on, Lilly. Just because I'm Hannah Montana doesn't mean I have the perfect body. And just because you're not Hannah Montana doesn't mean you don't have a great body as well." Miley was trying to make Lilly feel better.

'Yeah, I guess you're right. But I still don't think I can model in a bathing suit in front of all those people."

"Oh my gosh!" Miley gasped, looking down at the paper. "Lilly, you're not gonna like this one bit."

"What?"

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