A/N: ekmemerald—I'm going to try to use your other idea. I might not. Like I may use a part of it. But it might not be exactly how you expected it. And it might. Ha, I'm probably confusing you. Okay, let me rephrase that: I might use a part of/the whole of your idea if I can't think of anything as good, but I most likely will. I'm not sure. When I write a story, I pretty much makeup it up as I go along. Hehe.

Luanne flounced out of the dressing room. I peered out of it, watching her go. She was stopped by Diana, who had makeup caked all over her face. But you need a lot of weird makeup to look good on camera, trust me.

"Hannah Montana," she said, shaking her head slowly back and forth. "I am just so tickled pink to finally meet you! My little daughter thinks the world revolves around you. This is going to be so great." Luanne smiled the smile she'd been rehearsing. Without practice her smile looked fake and messed up. "That is just so sweet," she said, touching her hand to her heart. "I would definitely love to meet this girl." Diana smiled back. "That's great! I brought her along to filming today to meet you if it was alright. Let me get her. Deanna!" she called. A little Diana look-a-like strutted in. She was wearing a Hannah Montana concert tee that was shredded and sliced and twisted in so many ways to look more stylish that you couldn't even tell it was Hannah (she bejeweled all around the text and pictures, too).

Her hair was pulled back into a messy bun and she was wearing lots of cheep pink makeup. She screamed and threw her arms around Luanne. "This is SO cool. I need to take a picture of us together or no one will believe that I actually met you." Without waiting for a response, she whipped out her Sidekick LX and snapped a picture of her clinging to Luanne. "So cool!"

I decided to stop watching right then and there. Luanne was looking horrified and her facial expression was too much. I was about to break into my notoriously obnoxious and loud laugh. So I quietly shut the dressing room door, pulled out my own O-Phone, and opened up a blank text message canvas.

OMG l/h is getting attacked by mini-Diana, but she's out of the dressing room. She'll be going on in 10.

Lily immediately responded.

Get into position for phase two. It doesn't matter if she knows you're there. The plan will still go on.

K!

I slid the phone back into its holster and into my pants pocket. I took one more peek and saw Luanne sitting in the interviewee's chair, getting a few final touches on her hair and makeup. I took a deep breath. The plan was going to be much more difficult now that she knew I was lurking behind the scenes. But I could do it. I removed my wig gently (I stored it in my sweatshirt pocket) and undid my hair. I plaited it into a long braid and pulled off my sweatshirt, balled it up, and set it on the ground ride outside the dressing room. There was a guy with a headset right in front of me, attacking a doughnut platter. It was pretty gross. But I needed that headset. I reached out (he was really close) and hooked my finger onto the headset. The rest would take extreme swiftness and agility.

One, two, THREE!

I yanked the headset off of his head while springing backwards and ducking into the corner of the dressing room. The guy was so idiotic he didn't even realize his headset was missing! Weirdo. I perched the headset on my head and donned my sunglasses. I took some of Luanne's gum and chewed it rudely and like a cow, something I never did.

Okay, Miley, I thought. You know you can do this. Just walk up to Luanne and tell her she's needed in her dressing room for a surprise. She'll most likely fall for it, but I'm going to have to take some risks. Here I go.

I trudged over to Luanne's chair. "Mizzz?" I said in an obnoxious Brooklyn accent. "We needs y'all to go to your dressin' room on da double. We alls gots you a suprrazzz. Come with me." Luanne beamed. "A surprise? All for me. That's great. Hey, don't touch the celebrity." She sure got my attitude down pat—not. When we reached her dressing room, I led her in while staying on the outside.

"I don't see a surprise…." Luanne commented unsurely. "Really? That's too bad." I slammed the door and grabbed a large piece of wood (we set it there beforehand). I balanced the wood on two strong pegs. Luanne wasn't getting out soon. I unfolded my sweatshirt and scurried to the bathroom. I redid my hair and wig. Soon, I was totally ready.

"Hannah, did you change your outfit?" Diana asked me suspiciously. "Oh, yes," I said, "this was the surprise the crew prepared for me. Isn't this outfit cute?" Diana nodded. "Oh, yes, I totally prefer it to what you had on. No offense, but that was a fashion don't." I nodded eagerly. "I completely agree. But it wasn't optional—my manager picked it out for me." Diana raised her palm. "I know exactly how you feel, hon. Okay, so the producer is going to count us down in a couple of minutes. When he reaches one, the cameras will switch on and the opening will play. Then I'll introduce you and we'll proceed with the interview. Got it?"

A/N: Dun, dun, dun, CLIFFHANGER.