CHAPTER 5

((Hello, everybody…I'm back to write an amazing chapter that you have no clue what will happen in…but I do…muahaha…you have to scroll down and read to see while I know everything already…this'll be the only time this happens…I usually have no idea what to put in a chapter…I let my fingers fly and they form words…improvisation writing, I guess…it was pretty obvious that the song from last chapter was Confidence (For You I Will) by Teddy Geiger…I do not own this song and I do not own Hannah Montana…I know I seem to say that a lot…but it's important and safe…here is the next chapter…thanks to all who have been reviewing…I love hearing your comments and thoughts about the story…to all who read and don't review…I'd love it if you did…your comments will help make the story more fun and interesting…I will do random polls and it is REALLY HELPFUL if you vote…kind of a reader's choice thing…but in the end…it is my decision…all ideas are welcome at any time…if they are big and huge I may recognize you for giving me the splendid idea…your ideas are what help make the story better…if you had the patience to read this type JILEY at the beginning of your review…I want to see how many people actually read these…but it doesn't mean I'll stop writing the letters to the readers…read and review…XOXO, CHRISTINE))

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I think they meant it
When they said you can't buy love
Now I know you can rent it
A new lease you are, my love,
On life - be my life

Just slip me on
I'll be your tenant
Wherever - whatever - I'll be your coat

You'll be my king
And I'll be your castle

No you'll be my queen
And I'll be your moat

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"MIIIIIIIILEEEEEEY!" Lily bellowed as she announced her arrival slamming the back door. "MILEY! WHERE ARE YOU?!"

"IN MY ROOM!" Miley screamed back. "COME ON UP!"

"COMING!" Lily shouted breezing past Jackson.

"What is it with girls and being so loud?" he hissed, covering his ears. "I will bill you for the hearing aids I now require."

"I'll await those bills," Lily called over her shoulder obviously paying no attention as she bounded up the stairs. "MILEY!!! IT'S TONIGHT! THE CONCERT HERE IN MALIBU IS TONIGHT!"

"Thank you Lily, I didn't know that," Miley sarcastically called. "I've only been super excited for the past hour. It's going to be on T.V. worldwide! You know how often this happens?"

"How often does this happen?" Lily asked excitedly.

"NEVER!" Miley shouted, pumping her fist in the air in triumph. "HANNAH MONTANA IS A WORLDWIDE SENSATION!"

"YEAAAAAH!" Lily screamed sprinting and flopping on Miley's bed. She all of a sudden shot up as if remembering something important. "If this is worldwide, international, universal, then Lola Loftnagle needs to look even more superb than usual. Miley, you have to help me."

"Well, that's what best friends are for," Miley gabbed walking towards the Hannah Closet. "Follow me, please." She opened the door to the super room of clothing. "Hmmm, what should Lola wear? How about a skirt?"

"A dress!" Lily begged excitedly.

"A long time ago, you proclaimed to the public that Lola does not wear dresses, Lily," Miley reminded her. "You can't all of a sudden show up all fancy schmancy."

"But…" Lily pleaded.

"It's not my fault you used to have serious stage fright," Miley reminded her. "If you wouldn't have gone all psycho on the camera, you would be able to wear couture."

Lily pouted, grabbing the black and white flimsy pleated skirt. "But can I at least wear some of your high boots?" Lily gave Miley the puppy dog pout.

"Oh alright," Miley gave in, tossing the boots towards Lily.

"Yes! I love you, Miles."

"I know. Now we need to get you a top…we could give you the matching top but I personally have always found that a teensy bit boring."

"I say I wear an all black skirt," Lily suggested, "then you can put any color with it."

"Yeah, okay," Miley agreed reaching for the black and white skirt, replacing it with an identical styled black skirt. "How about this pink top?"

"Make it a short skirt then and give me the even higher boots," Lily commanded, using the puppy dog pout again.

"Oh alright, Lily," Miley surrendered.

Lily stepped into the Hannah changing room and slipped into the clothes. She emerged and immediately screamed, "Fish nets!"

"Fish nets!?" Miley bellowed almost laughing, "With that combination? Are you kidding me?"

"This is Lola you're dressing, not Hannah. Lola has her own style, and Lola likes fishnets." Miley mouthed silent words in disbelief. She pulled open her dresser of leggings and tights and grabbed a pair of black fishnets.

"Enjoy," she said throwing them at her. "Hurry up, we need to do your hair…I have a really good idea."

"Okay," Lily enthusiastically said, throwing on the fishnets.

"Okay, I wanna put your hair in loose curls and put it in a low ponytail that comes over your shoulder, kind of like a single ponytail," Miley suggested. "And add some square shaped silver hoops."

"Now that idea I like," Lily replied. "How do we get the curls to look professional?"

"This is Hannah Montana you're talking to, the pro," Miley laughed. "We'll use curlers, and I can do your makeup while you do that."

Many hours, curlers, and kinds of makeup later, Lily was finally read. She looked astonishing. For the occasion, she had actually dyed her hair purple to make it more natural looking, and it would wash out in the shower, so she wouldn't have to worry about it sticking. Miley had seriously considered that because this was such a special concert, but straightening all her wildly curly hair would not have been the easiest thing. And it would possibly be very humid in the concert, and her hair tended to frizz out and that would be embarrassing. The wig would always look perfect.

They finally left for the Malibu Ocean Beachside Center (completely made up by me). It was pretty as the beach was behind it, and it held a lot of people and cameras from different countries. Every popular magazine, newspaper, T.V. station, website, and tabloid would be covering this concert. It was guaranteed the front page of every newspaper across the nation. Every cover of every magazine would have Miley, and websites would have clips of the concert. Not to mention, all of the T.V. stations showing the concert plus interviews and behind the scenes footage. It would be a long night, but at the end, Miley would get to chill with Lily and Oliver, something she loved to do. Oliver would be backstage the whole time cheering her on.

By the time Miley's care pulled in secretly to the back, the arena was full of activity. Camera people unloading, eager fans, reporters shooting segments, camera people capturing the beautiful sea, and tailgate parties were just a few things the myriad of people were doing. They had to top the convertible for their protection as they entered the back way just in case. The concert wasn't for another seven hours showing just how crazy some people are. Hannah would be getting a creative hair style with designer clothes. It required extra time to make her look even more glamorous than she naturally was. Her wig was put into loose curl rollers and she took a shower to put special gel to make the curls come out nicer. After that, she went for a sound check in her robe and curlers. She saw the size of the arena and gaped. It looked as if it could hold a million people, but it would only have forty thousand tightly packed. Butterflies of excitement fluttered in her stomach.

If we were a movie, you'd be the right guy, I'd be the best friend, that you'd fall in love with…

"That's good!" shouted the tech macho man. "Now please sing the beginning of Pumpin' Up The Party, please."

So Miley sang: Hey, Get up, Get loud, Start pumpin' up the party now. Hey, Get up, Get loud, Start pumpin' up the party now.

"That's good," the man kindly said. He quickly took her through the rest of the songs and she proceeded to changing and makeup. Quicker than she imagined, seven o'clock also known as prime time, the start time, came.

"Good luck Hannah!" Lola shouted as Hannah ambled onto the stage, relaxed, ready to rock the night away. She had no stage fright and no nerves even when she saw the extreme crowd.

"HEY, MALIBU!" Hannah shouted enthusiastically into the microphone. "WHAT'S UP?! I THOUGHT I'D START OUT TONIGHT WITH THE PERFECT SONG TO PUMP UP THE PARTY!" The music began as Hannah sang:

Hey
Get up
Get loud
Start pumpin' up the party now x2
It's the same old, same grind
But we don't feel we're wasting time
Not so bored that we can't find a better way
My friends, my kind
No one's gettin' left behind
If they did it'd be a crime
That's why we say
Let the music start a revolution
No time to play it safe
Hey
Get up
Get loud
Start pumpin' up the party now x2
They can't
We can
Parents might not understand

Having fun without a plan
But that's what we do
We're all here (Let's go!)
Gotta make this party grow
Together we can make it blow
Right through the roof
The music's gonna start a revolution
Too late to play it safe
Hey
Get up
Get loud
Start pumpin' up the party now x2
We don't have to paint by numbers
Let our voice come out from under
Hear it rise
Feel the thunder
It's time to lose control
Hey
Get up
Get loud
Start pumpin' up the party now x2
Pumpin' up the party now
Party now, party now

Hey
Get up
Get loud
Start pumpin' up the party now x4

As the song ended, the crowd began to roar while flashes from cameras constantly lit up the arena. Hannah smiled and started communicating with the crowd. They all loved her. That was partly why she was so famous, charisma.

The night flew by as Hannah kept singing all of her famous songs admirably. She was finally on her last song.

"OKAY, EVERYONE! YOU'VE BEEN AN AMAZING AUDIENCE TONIGHT, AND TO GIVE YOU A SPECIAL SURPRISE! I HAVE A NEW SONG I WOULD LIKE TO SING FOR YOU ALL TONIGHT!"

The music began and so did Hannah:

Watching every motion
In my foolish lover's game
On this endless ocean
Finally lovers know no shame
Turning and returning
To some secret place inside
Watching in slow motion
As you turn around and say
My love
Take my breath away
Take my breath away

Watching I keep waiting
Still anticipating love
Never hesitating
To become the fated ones
Turning and returning
To some secret place inside
Watching in slow motion
As you turn around and say
My love
Take my breath away
Take my breath away
Through the hourglass I saw you
In time you slipped away
When the mirror crashed I called you
And turned to hear you say
If only for today
I am unafraid
Take my breath away
Take my breath away
Watching every motion
In this foolish lovers game
Haunted by the notion
Somewhere there's a love in flames
Turning and returning
To some secret place inside
Watching in slow motion
As you turn around and say
My love
Take my breath away
Take my breath away

Hannah finished and the crowd roared louder than ever before. She exited the stage to loud cheers and screams of happiness. She was so excited. It had been her best concert, and it had been on international T.V. People in Japan were watching, and so were people in Australia and Spain and India…everywhere.

Miley was bombarded by press that was lucky enough to be allowed onstage. She patiently answered their questions, her happiness not wavering one bit. She could do this. Not long until she would be able to celebrate with her friends and family.

She broke away from the reporters to go to her dressing room to change into comfortable clothing. Everyone helping with the concert would be attending a huge party backstage. At first, they had planned for it to be at a huge banquet hall earning more publicity, but they decided to keep it more low key. Besides, the backstage area was like a house. It had its own dining room which was huge and nice. It was a very nice facility. Why not take advantage of it?

Miley turned the knob to her dressing room door, opening it. Inside standing there was a blonde attractive guy with a giant bouquet of roses. In addition to the ones he was holding, there were also thousand of more all over the place in the room. Ever inch of the room was rosed. Jake smiled at her. "Surprise, Miley," he said.

Miley just stood there. Did he just call her Miley? What has gotten into him? How could he know? Then she realized it. Lily was lying about what they had been discussing in the closet. He must have figured it out.

"Shocked?" Jake asked smiling.

"How did you know?" Miley asked sweetly ignoring his question.

"Figured it out," Jake answered. "These are for you." He handed her the flowers, putting his hand on hers as he did so making it seem accidental.

"Oh, Jake," Miley gushed tearing up. "They're beautiful. But…why?"

"What do you mean…why?" Jake laughed. "Can't a guy give the girl he absolutely adores roses?"

Miley laughed. "Let me think about that for a second."

Jake was sick of the wait. He couldn't bear to have to stand here much longer and not say it. "I love you."

What? Jake, you were supposed to ask her out, not profess your love for her, but it is true. Miley burst out crying.

"What is it with girls and crying?" asked Jake smiling.

"I love you, too," Miley answered.

She threw herself into his arms. He turned her chin up to face him. Tears were still glistening on her face. He wiped them away gently with his thumbs before leaning in towards her like that day in detention. But, this day she didn't stop him. She let him do it. He kissed her, soft and tenderly. She deepened the kiss, stepping towards him more. His tongue barged its way into her mouth, exploring every inch, hers doing the same to him. They had waited so long for this. They couldn't bear to wait any longer. The laid back on the sofa, making out for a few minutes.

Jake was the one to break the kiss. "Will you go out with me?" he asked her pretty confident she'd say yes. She went right back to kissing him. "I'll take that as a yes."

Jake came with Miley to the party as the two of them spent a fun-filled night with Lily and Oliver. Miley wished it would never end. She had two best friends and a boyfriend. What more did she need?

((Awwwww! Another chapter…done…please review…and Hannah's new song TAKE MY BREATH AWAY, which I don't own by the way is actually recorded by many artists including Jessica Simpson…it is also used in the movie Top Gun…no I don't own that either…reviews please…type JILEY if you read this…XOXO, CHRISTINE))