The picture was a very high quality shot of me standing in my hotel room partially and talking to Nick Jonas. The picture wouldn't have been a threat if I hadn't been holding a blonde wig that stood out vividly. I couldn't help myself; I burst in to tears. My best-kept secret was in the hands of the girls who could make my life miserable with their popularity and their cold hearts.

"W-w-what do you want-t-t?" I stuttered through my heavy sobs. Massie shot a look at Alicia, who had opened her mouth as if she were about to say something, then wrapped her arm around me in a comforting fashion. "Don't worry, Miles!" she cooed. "We aren't going to hurt you. We were just a little angry that you didn't tell us. But we can be understandable—I get why you didn't. We're not your closest friends, I know. And you didn't know if it was safe. Trust me, it is! And now that we know, we can go to some of your concerts and hang backstage with you as little good luck charms, right? I've always wanted to go to a Hannah Montana concert. She's—I mean, you're my favorite singer."

I looked up, sniffled a bit, and smiled at Massie. Massie wiped my cheek with her thumb. "There we go," she said. "There's my little popstar." I grinned and threw my arms around her. "Thanks, Mass," I whispered. "I'm so lucky to have you guys. My next concert is tomorrow night. Would you like to come? You can bring a friend." Massie broke the hug and stared at me with her hands on her hips. I replayed what I had said in my head—had I offended her somehow? "Miley," she spat seriously. "I already have all of my friends right here." She threw her arms around Kristen, Dylan, Alicia, and me as her smile reappeared.

"I have the best friends I could ever wish for," I cried. Massie smiled. "So do we."

AT THE CONCERT THE NEXT NIGHT (this is in third-person point of view—Miley is not telling the story)

"Ehmagawsh!" Massie cried as she snapped pictures of backstage at the concert with her iPhone. "I cannot believe this place! It's totally gorgeous. I belong here!" Alicia nodded eagerly. "This is, like, the feature beholding!" she shouted, inspecting her glittering backstage pass. "I'll be an honored guest back here when I'm a reporter! All the celebrities will be dying to have me backstage to interview and review their shows! My opinion will be super important to them."

Kristen smiled thoughtfully. "I wonder how much all of this costs." Dylan bit into a chocolate-covered strawberry and attempted conversation with her mouth full. "Wwaa khras?"

"Excuse me?" Massie giggled-asked, laughing at her crazy friend. Dylan swallowed dramatically and repeated what she'd said earlier: "Who cares?" Kristen rolled her eyes. "I'm just wondering." Alicia changed the subject and turned her attention to Massie: "So, Mass, why did you pull that whole 'we-come-in-peace' act yesterday?" We all know that you have no intentions of coming in peace. What's up with that?" she asked, hands on hips. Massie flashed her the "be-quiet" sign and discreetly indicated Hannah's silhouette exiting left stage, where they were sitting. All girls instinctively sat up straight and orderly, cheesy smiles replacing their all-business frowns.

"Hi, hi!" chirped Hannah eagerly as she plopped down on a plush couch right next to Massie. "Hi, hi!" echoed Massie, quickly hugging the celebrity. Hannah breathed loudly and exaggeratedly and said, "Man, I am beat! This crowd is demanding! How do you like the show so far?"

The five (Claire was there, but silent) girls nodded eagerly. Before Hannah could reply, the crowd began chanting her name. "I guess break's over. See you guys soon," she shouted, dashing out.

Massie began talking: "So what should we ask from her first? We have to do it nicely so she doesn't realize what we're doing, got it?" Alicia twiddled her fake-nailed thumbs and looked thoughtful. "Well, it's not like we need money," she pointed out honestly. "Or popularity."

"But if we get Hannah to agree to show up with the Pretty Committee, our popularity would be set in stone until we're old ladies!" Dylan interrupted, also offering a valid point. "Exactly," Massie said importantly. "Dylan is correct. If we get Miley to talk about us on a radio show or an interview or get some paparazzi to photograph her hanging out with us, our popularity will never die down! Everyone will be thinking of the Pretty Committee as legends. That's what we want. There's not much else we could ask for, if you ask me. We already have cash, Alicia could supply concert tickets cause of her 'connections,' and we're already gorgeous—there's nothing missing except eternal popularity—which we most likely would have anyway, but just to be safe—and Hannah could hand that to us just by being seen with us for a little while."

Half of Massie's audience nodded. The two blondes were preoccupied with something else—Claire was tugging on her short bangs and Kristen was "studying" a nearby insect.

All five girls put their hands in the middle (after a Look from Massie at the blondes) and Massie called, "1, 2, 3!"

"Gorgeous, glamorous, filled with glee! We're your neighborhood, not-so-friendly T-P-C!" the other girls chanted, throwing their arms in the air when they reached the end.

A/N: The cheer stinks I know, but I was in an odd mood. Hehe.