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Chapter 7
Miley's POV
I heard my dad's footsteps as we were finishing the song. I could tell they were his by the clunky ness. "That was real nice. Ever think of doing a duet with Hannah Montana?" He asked Michelle
"That would be cool, but I don't want to get mobbed. I wouldn't be able to unless I had an alter ego like Miley," Michelle said.
"Speaking of which," Miley started, "you need one now that you know Hannah. We wouldn't want you and Josh being yourselves backstage at ever Hannah concert, would we?"
"We wouldn't?"
"Correct." I replied. "You are now Michelle Haley "Melissa Mandison" Milano."
"And Josh will be…" Michelle said wiping excess tears from her eyes.
"Josh will be Josh Mark "Jordan Joles" Bermette," I said.
"No offense, but these are strange names." Michelle commented.
"I'm a strange name maker. I mean, Hannah Montana?" I started, "I have the name of a state as my last name, and of course I'm making your names weird."
Lilly was behind us with everyone else and said, "You guys are lucky. I'm Lola Luftnagle."
"So," Daddy said, "When do you two want to perform? There's a concert tomorrow, and other next week, and next month there will be 3 concerts in New York City!"
I watched as Michelle thought this over. "I'll go to all them. Lilly or should I say Lola, gets to go to al of the concerts, why shouldn't I?"
"That's true." I said, nodding my head. "By the way, you're going to need a wig, a blonde one preferably. Your hair is pretty much like mine."
"Ooo and let me guess, I also get to wear clothes form the Hannah Closet!" Michelle exclaimed.
"If you want, but we can just have my designer make…"
"Deal!" Michelle said. I was glad that we cheered her up a little bit. "How am I going to tell my dad? He was never supportive of me singing."
"Leave it to him," I said, gesturing to my dad.
"Hey, where are Oliver, Josh, and Jackson?" My dad asked.
"Video Games," We all said in unison.
Normal POV
And indeed they were playing video games. While Michelle and Miley practiced, Lilly picked out clothes for the concert. Mr. Stewart called Mr. Milano, who was very proud of Michelle. Often, Mr. Stewart held the phone so that Mr. Milano could hear them. He wouldn't be able to change his mind.
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