A/N: Last chapter, guys. Well, here goes. I wrote it a while ago when my friend got back from seeing Mary Poppins on Broadway. She says she loved the song about the birds. That's my favorite song from the movie. Anyway, I hope I don't mess up TOO much, I checked the lyrics on the Broadway websites and everything… wish me luck. This chapter skips around a lot, because I got sick of details.

Disclaimer: Nothing has changed in the past three days.

Previously:

"Could you get me two tickets to see Mary Poppins on Broadway?"

"Sure, Bud. Do I get to know why?"

"No. Well, Dolly's going to take me and Jake over there some time if we get tickets. It's his favorite movie."

"Alright. Sounds good, Bud. I'll see what I can do."

Chapter 11

"Miley, sweetie, good news!" Aunt Dolly said as she opened the door to Miley's room early the next morning.

"What?" Miley said groggily. She was still laying on her bed, evidently just having woken up.

"Get up, Pop Princess. You've still got to shoot today. Up, Miles," Dolly said, pulling Miley out of bed. "But I got you two tickets—front and center—to see Mary Poppins!"

"No way!" Miley shouted as she jumped out of bed.

"Really," Dolly said. "The second I told them that Hannah Montana and Jake Ryan wanted to see the show, they gave me exclusive tickets."

"This is so great, Aunt Dolly!" Miley said, hugging her aunt.

"I'm gonna let you get dressed now, Miles. Have fun shooting, we're leaving this evening."

"Alright. I'll pack when I get back, then."

"Okay, Miles."

--

"Hey, cutie," Jake said as Miley jumped into the passenger seat of the golf cart. Jake had been asked to drive today, and was sitting with his arm around Miley. Today, he was wearing a plain tan hoodie that had designs on the inside, and a pair of dark jeans. Miley was wearing a pair of dark, tight jeans that fell down past her white Converse shoes, and a long, pink, tunic-styled shirt.

"Hey, Jake," Miley said. She tossed her blonde hair and kissed his cheek. Holly, who had stalked into the back of the cart, scoffed disgustedly.

"What's up?" Jake said as he started the cart.

"I did something that I think you'll like," Miley grinned. She leaned in and whispered, "I got two tickets, front and center, to see Mary Poppins."

At these words, Jake was so surprised that he fell completely out of the golf cart, pulling Miley with him. She landed totally on top of him, and Holly shrieked.

"Oh my goodness, Jakie! Hannah get off him, you're squishing him!" Holly said, pulling Miley's arm.

"Hey," Jake said, holding Miley against him. "I'm fine."

"Slut!" Holly screamed. "Ah! You don't know the first thing about Jake Ryan! The day he left to come here, he made out with some Malibu Barbie chick!"

"That's okay. I'm fine with it," Miley said as Jake flipped on top of her and stood up, pulling her with him. Holly instantly got into the golf cart and drove to the set, leaving Jake and Miley behind.

"Well, the set's only a mile away," Jake suggested.

"Oh, no. I look pretty," Miley said, gesturing at her curly hair.

"Fine, I'll call," Jake said, flipping out his cell phone.

--

Shortly later, Miley and Jake were sitting in a room with the casting directors.

"Well, Holly, if you can't get along with Jake and Hannah, I may need to ask you to leave," one of them said.

"I agree," replied another.

"But we've already shot the first scene. And with Jake and Hannah being away for the weekend, we may need to elongate our process by a week at least!" Henry, the normal director, said.

"Then we'll do that," the said a third man. "We want this movie to be the best it can be. We'll hold open auditions when Jake and Hannah get back."

"Okay," Miley grinned, squeezing Jake's hand.

"Sounds good," Holly said stiffly. "I'll go pack."

--

"Ready?" Miley asked, slinging her duffel bag over her shoulder.

"As I'll ever be," Jake said, trying—and failing—to hide his excitement.

"Come on," Miley said as she stepped on to the plane.

"You two be good," Aunt Dolly called. "I'll have someone pick you up at the airport!" Dolly shouted after them. She had only procured two tickets, and sent Jake and Miley alone.

"Please, not Uncle Earl," Miley called back.

--

"I'm practically perfect, from head to toe. I'm practically perfect…" Mary Poppins sang, making the audience laugh.

"You're practically perfect," Michael and Jane sang back at her.

"I guarantee," Mary replied.

"You're practically perfect," Jake whispered to Miley. He ran his hands through her currently-blonde hair, and she smiled at him. To her, it seemed like the audience was more interested in watching her and Jake then they were in actually watching the show.

--

"And I think that it will prove to be a very useful word," Mary Poppins said. It was close to the end of the first act, and the lights were completely dark, other than a single spotlight that was hitting the top of Mary's head. As she began to sing Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious, the crowd finally pulled their eyes away from Miley and Jake.

--

"Here we are," Jake said as their limo dropped them off at a Marriot hotel in the middle of Broadway. The two stepped out and ran inside to the huge, glass elevator. They sped up thirty six floors (A/N: I've stayed at this hotel. I can't describe it. But I was on floor thirty six.), and raced each other down the hallway to their suite.

Jake pulled open the door, but Miley ran inside first, jumping onto the bed, with Jake following after her. "Hey, get you own bed," Miley laughed.

"I have my own bed. It's down the hall. But I'm not going to sleep just yet," He replied.

"Let's watch American TV!" Miley shouted. She threw off her blonde wig and turned on the TV.

"Jake Ryan was spotted with Hannah Montana today in New York City. Rumor has it that they saw the new hit show Mary Poppins. More information will come at 11. This is your news source, Channel 18."

"Hey, guess what," Miley said, as Jake pulled her against his chest and she flipped off the TV.

"What?"

"Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious," Miley said, as he kissed her. A few moments later, Jake pulled away.

"I knew that word would prove to be 'very useful'," Jake said, quoting Mary Poppins. "Guess what."

"What?" Miley asked.

"Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious."

END.

Okay, guys. I know. I suck at endings. I gave you a warning.

Want a sequel about the movie? I already started writing it.

But I left out one part. Miley needs a new best friend. So does Jake.

If you are female and would like to be "Violet Sawyer's BFF", review with your name (or a false name to save your identity), hair color, and favorite quote. I am happy to make up last names, if need be. Or, you could make a fake name because I'm not too sure if that many guys are into this story. Just since, ya know, I've talked with some people, and they've all been girls. So, whatever rocks.

If you're male and would like to be "James Wagner's BFF", give me your name (or a false name to save your identity), hair color and favorite quote. I am happy to make up last names, if need be.

So, Review if you want to be in the moviee. The first five people get parts—just since that's how many I left open.