A/N: Yes, again you are not being decieved this is an update. I know, right?

I'm sorry about it being so long between updates. I'm not really into much at the moment, school and real life are getting in the way. I'm sorry everybody.

Also, I know all of you are wanting something very dramatic to happen soon, but I haven't got anything like that planned yet. You never know, my characters might decide to do something I don't want them to though. Haha.

This is the build-up to the concert. The concert will be next chapter. Happy reading everybody! Don't forget to leave me some love. :)

Chapter Six:

There was an awkward silence in the car, for a long time. I'm not sure how long I was really quiet for, but it seemed like a very long time, it was probably only a few minutes though.

I think I scare my Dad when I'm quiet for too long.

"Bells? You okay, you're being very quiet."

"Hmm? Oh...yeah, I'm fine." I smiled weakly, and went back to looking at my feet.

"Nervous?"

I looked up and then at my Dad. He was concentrating on the road obviously, but I could see him look at me briefly through the corner of his eye.

I hated lying to him, it wasn't something I was very good at, or that I liked to do. I'd been taught better. But now, was one of those times were I needed to lie. (I'm not promoting lying. Don't do it. It's bad. Okay, kids?)

"Yeah, I guess." I sighed as if to try and thicken it.

"You have no reason to be. You'll be amazing. You always are." He smiled.

"Thanks, Daddy."

The silence returned then, and I welcomed it. I was never one to really talk much in car journeys anyway, but this gave me more of a chance to really try and think about things, and what I was going to do about it.

xoxox

"Bells, we're here." I was aware of someone shaking me, but I was having a nice dream and didn't want to be woken up from it.

"Go away." I mumbled.

Whoever it was laughed at me. Laughed. The cheek of it.

"Bella. Wake up."

I opened my eyes and blinked a couple of times before really registering anything. Obviously, it was my Dad who had been shaking me to wake me up. I didn't know who I thought it was.

"Oh, sorry." I yawned once more and then stretched my legs out in front of me, in a very cat-like manner.

I climbed out of the car only just about managing not to hit my head on the doorframe in the process. Being me though, I stumbled when I got out, not managing to right myself.

"Are you so tired that you can't stand up anymore, honey?" Dad laughed as he caught me.

"Shut up, Dad." I was just thankful that no-one was around to see it.

"Come on. Just a couple of hours."

I sighed. "But then it's the actual concert tomorrow." I stopped walking and put my hands up in front of me, knowing what he'd probably say next. "Yes, I know. 'I chose this, I shouldn't complain about having to do the work.' I'm only saying."

"Actually honey, I wasn't going to say anything."

"Okay..." I looked back at him with a slightly disbelieving look on my face, and then turned back heading for the door to let me into the arena. My Dad confused the hell out of me sometimes.

I pulled the hood up on my coat as soon as I got into the arena, knowing that I couldn't get spotted. Not only had I not even got my wig on yet, I was not about to handle any press or crazed fans. Dad was right behind me but he picked up the pace, knowing where the dressing room would be.

He stopped in front of a large blue door, which funnily enough had the words 'Hannah Montana' plastered on the front of it. Um, way to not make it obvious.

"Are you sure this is the one?" I laughed before opening the door and walking in.

"Um,"

"Dad, it's a rehearsal. I'm just putting my wig on. You don't have to get all awkward on me,"

He didn't say anything, but sat down in the chair in the corner of the room, finding a newspaper to pick up and read.

This is the part of being Hannah that I hate. Having to get myself basically ready before anything happens. Nobody knows about the whole 'double life' thing, so I have to come in looking like Hannah and go out looking like her as well.

I threw my school bag across the room, not caring about what was inside, and sat down in the chair opposite the mirror. It was times like this I missed Lily. She'd have been here to help me.

I pulled my hood down and shoved a brush through my curls that had become matted by the ever present rain. I eventually managed to pull the brush through my hair and then pull it back into a tight bun at the back of my head.

I got the wig into my hands and put it into the right position before pulling it on top of my hair. I got it into position and the smoothed it down before pulling the same brush lightly through it.

I smoothed down the clothes that I'd put on for school that morning, and then stood up from the chair.

"Right," I breathed out slowly. "Ready."

xoxox

Rehearsal was slow and tedious. It wasn't even a proper rehearsal, it never is. It's basically a sound and lighting check and me singing a few notes to make sure everything is working. I know all the songs that I'm singing and everything I'm supposed to do, from a rehearsal before we moved.

Ugh, it's all just ridiculous.

"Hey B!"

I jumped round at the voice only to find Bradley standing right in front of me, grinning like an idiot.

"What are you doing here?! I thought you were staying at home?" I whisper hissed. I was then on my way back to my dressing room to pick my stuff up before going to the hotel, and my brother comes along and makes the day worse. Wonderful.

"Dad said I could come." He smiled smugly and started walking beside me.

I made an ungrateful noise and opened the door to the dressing room. I walked in and then slammed shut in Bradley's face.

"Hey!"

I giggled to myself as I picked everything up I needed to take with me, before walking back to the door and pulling it open. He was still stood there, looking less than slightly unimpressed with my gesture.

"Something wrong, bro?"

I think he growled at me, but I wasn't entirely sure.

"Stop you two, right now!" Dad shouted from down the corridor.

"Can we just go? I'm really tired."

Brad tried to mimic what I said in a high pitched, squeaky voice. All he did was make himself sound like a chipmunk on LSD.

"Oh, that was so good, wasn't it?!"

He frowned and growled at me again.

"Okay, stop with the growling thing. It doesn't make you more masculine, it just makes you sound like a complete tool."

"What did I just say?" Dad came and stood beside us, arms folded and frowning. That was the 'I've told you to stop, so stop now', look. When you get that, you not it's not funny anymore.

Nothing else was said after that, but it didn't stop Bradley and I from just glaring at each other.

"Good. Let's go then."

I started to follow Dad back to the car that was taking us to the hotel. Apparently we couldn't use the normal car in case we get spotted. We get spotted using the limo anyway so I don't see how it makes a difference.

Bradley kept a distance from me, and I just walked next to Dad. I hated arguing with my brother, but it just happened most of the time.

"Good rehearsal today, honey."

"Hmm? Oh, yeah. I guess it was okay. Not a lot happened though."

"It's better than not doing anything at all though."

"Yeah." I mumbled.

We reached the car thankfully without seeing anybody. I knew that it wouldn't like that tomorrow though. It would be horribly hectic with too many people.

Oh, I was looking forward to every second.

xoxox

The beginning of Saturday was hectic, not only did I have to wake up exceptionally early; I had Bradley on my case all day.

I lost it at about 4pm. "Bradley! Just leave me the hell alone!"

"Woah, calm down Pop star." He smiled smugly at me again, and I went back to packing my stuff.

"Jerk." I muttered. "You didn't have to come you know, you could have stayed at home."

"Well, maybe I wanted to come and support you B. But if this is how you're going to be every time I do, then I will stop coming."

I turned round only to find him standing there with his arms folded.

"I'm sorry. I just...yeah, I'm sorry."

He smiled at me and then walked forward to muss up my hair.

"Hey!" I ran to stand in front of the mirror and smooth it down again. I'd got my wig on for when we went back to the arena, and I didn't need it messed up.

"Bells!" Dad's voice came through the door and then he opened it and walked in. "We gotta go, honey."

"'Kay." I ran back to my bag and picked it up and walked to the door. I turned round to make sure I hadn't left anything behind and then made my way out of the door, pulling my hood and sticking my shades on my face as I did so.

The hotel lobby was quiet; it was when we got outside of the hotel that it was a problem. I was thankful that I'd got my sunglasses on as the flashes that began to go off were extreme. Questions were thrown at me and microphones thrust into my face we made our way back to the car.

I looked up at one point and thought for a moment that I saw somebody I recognised, or people for that matter. I put my head back down and carried on walking, trying to shake the thought away.

The flashes from the cameras were still going off as we climbed into the car and it sped off back towards the arena. I knew that all of the press would only be climbing into their cars and following us, but at least my eyes could have a rest.

I pulled my hood down and took my shades off once we got going. I had to blink a few times before my vision corrected itself and I could see properly again.

"Okay. Maybe that is why I'll stop coming. So I can keep my vision." Bradley sighed.

I laughed quietly to myself and then he punched me lightly in the arm.

"You don't get used to it. Why do you think I wear glasses now?" I laughed again.

Bradley only gave me a disbelieving look before turning back to look out of the car window. "I could have sworn I saw somebody that we know back there." He mumbled against the window.

"Really?" I mumbled back, not really paying attention.

"Yeah, that dude that you keep getting all worked up about. I coulda sworn it was him."

That made me pay attention. I turned round to face Bradley, and gaped at him. He turned back around and laughed lightly at me.

"You mean you saw Edward Cullen back there?" My voice went through about 4 different octaves as I spoke.

"Woah. Chill out, B. I don't know if I actually did see him. Stop fretting."

I hadn't even realised that we'd stopped moving until the door was opened for me to step out of the car. I pulled my hood up again, but didn't bother with my sunglasses, as I stepped out of the car.

"You cannot spring information on me like that and expect me not to say anything!" I'd been right. I had seen somebody that we knew, and most of all it had been him.

The chanting and loud shrieking began just as I stepped out and followed my Dad and Bradley towards the arena.

Today was just becoming worse and worse.

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