A/N: Sorry it took so long! I have been so busy that I haven't been able to put up Jenni's new Chapter! So again, I am so sorry!

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Chapter 3

I groaned and slumped down in my seat. I had stayed put while Oliver had left during Hannah's changing. By now, I had tuned out Rache's babbling. I felt so embarrassed at Oliver's reaction to what I had said. I didn't realize it when Hannah started singing Who Said. When I finally woke up from my embarrassment, I was even more embarrassed and took about seven pictures in the next 30 seconds. I glanced up at Oliver, and caught his eye. His big, brown, eyes... I tore out of his gaze and kept taking pictures.

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I ran backstage and into my dressing room, blinking like mad. My eyeballs were fried! That red-haired girl had taken who-knows-how-many pictures in half a minute! And that light bulb in her flash must've just been replaced 'cause that thing was bright! Lilly was back in my dressing room, laying out my clothes for the next song. They were a black shirt, a white and pink and black polka dotted dress that came up to my calves, black pants and shimmery gold high heels.

"Lemme guess, paparatzzi flashies?" Lilly asked. I nodded, still trying to get the white light out of my eyes. I changed in the bathroom, giving myself a little privacy. Not that Lilly hadn't seen me in a bra and underwear before, but...

Oliver burst in as I was putting my headset and wig back on. "Miley! Lilly!" We both turned to face him, knowing that he knew what the danger was if someone heard him call us by our real names. "Sorry, but you guys need to know about this!"

"What is it? I have another song in twenty seconds!" I said, heading towards the door.

"I just met this girl in the concessions area and-" he started. I cut him off.

"Does she happen to have red hair, hazel eyes and a big camera around her neck?"

"Yeah, how'd you know?"

"I saw her looking at you," I replied, running onstage to sing I Got Nerve.

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After the concert I climbed up the stairs to get backstage. I fingered my camera. I hadn't see Oliver during the rest of the concert. In a way, I was disappointed, but glad at the same time. And I was mad again. I didn't see why my friends had skipped my birthday for this. Honestly, Hannah was running back and forth throughout the whole concert, undergoing a full makeover every two minuites. And the songs were OK, not that great though.

I showed my pass to the guards, and they let me in. I brushed a strand of hair away, and pulled ot my tape-recorder so that if I had to go over the interveiw again, I could just play the tape. I saw Hannah, some purple haired girl who was eating a Hershey's bar and Oliver.

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