Okay, heres Chapter 2 of the Hannah Montana Hater!!! Thanks for all the people that read and a special thanks to everyone that reviewed!!! I gave all the reviews to Jenni!

CHAPTER 2

I stood up with everyone else as the music started up, but only so I could get good shots. I was anything but excited.

I took two or three pictures for the first song, then as Hannah went backstage to change for her next song, I got up and went to go get a pretzel. I ran out of the big room, not wanting to miss the next part of the concert. "But only because I don't want to miss more good shots," I told myself, not really paying attention to where I was going. The next thing I knew, I was on the ground across from some brown haired guy. He got up and reached his hand to help me up.

"I'm so sorry! I wasn't looking where I was going and-" I started. He cut me off.

"No, it's my fault," he said. I took his hand and he pulled me up. "I'm Oliver," he introduced himself.

"I-I'm Reilly," I said. I realized I hadn't let go of Oliver's hand and let go, embarrassed. He blushed.

"So... um, I was just going to get a soft pretzel..." I said, wanting to get away before I did anything stupid, like mention that I hated Hannah Montana and I was only here because of my stupid boss.

"So was I!" Oliver said. We walked together silently, not knowing what to say. In the line, Oliver looked like he was about to tell me something, then he looked like he had just realized something and shut his mouth, then opened it again.

"So, why are you here?" Oliver asked.

"Um... my job..." I muttered.

"What did you say?"

"My job," I said more clearly.

"Oh, really, I knew that... why else would you have... such a nice camera!" Oliver said, just making that up on the spot. I smiled. "Where do you work?" he asked.

I was totally un-prepared for that question. "Um... Concert People..." I said, grimacing. And I swear, Oliver's jaw almost dropped off his face.

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I re-attached the headset to my ear and made sure my blonde wig was on. I felt really comfortable in the black and white polka dotted pajamas. Not to mention the pink bunny slippers. Lilly in her purple wig ran up to me.

"Where's Oliver?" I asked before she could say anything.

"Oh, don't worry, he's just getting a few soft pretzels and some sodas, so I decided to come up here," Lilly said. "So I see Pumpin' Up The Party is your next song," she added, eyeing my outfit.

"Yup," I said, heading out on stage. Lilly stayed behind. Under my blonde wig, that went wild as I jumped on the humongous couch with the two other dancers, I saw the red-haired girl take a picture, then look back a few rows at Oliver. Wait, Oliver!

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I ran backstage after the song was done, spitting white feathers out of my mouth from my pillow fight that was part of the dance for Pumpin' Up The Party. Lilly met me back there.

"Did you see the way Oliver and that girl in the front row were flirting with each other?" I cried.

"Yeah! What ever happened to Becca Weller?" Lilly asked, while I ducked into my dressing room. Lilly followed me.

"Oliver said they broke up. There just wasn't enough chemestry," I said, pulling off my wig and combing through it with my fingers, getting out all the feathers.

"Ohh... it seemed like they were perfect for each other!" Lilly said, pulling out the outfit for my next song.

"No, they were, but Oliver hates chemestry and Becca's in love with it so..." I trailed off, grabbing the outfit and locking myself in the bathroom. I stepped out a few minutes later, wearing the green shirt with a golden, sparkly shrug, jeans and brown boots. I put my wig back on, making sure all of the feathers were out. Lilly and I stepped out and I ran out as the music for The Other Side started going.

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