its_theclimb: (bfflz: omg i missed you hug)

Miley tried to stay on top of her scheduled appearances most of the time. You know, she did her best. But sometimes by the time her phone vibrated to signal that she had a flight out of Paris to an awards show in four hours, she was completely unprepared.

Fortunately, figuring out the portal situation wasn’t the hard part. Her dad paid Vida the big bucks for a reason, and that reason had a lot to do with her ability to take just about any challenge in stride, wacky or otherwise. So, garment bag over one arm, Miley hopped into a very expensive portal on the causeway and promptly found herself in a cushy first-class seat on a flight headed for Nashville.

She could get used to this.

From the airport, she was shuttled by limo to her hotel. Upon swiping her key card and tipping the bellman, Miley opened the door to discover – 

“Oh my god, Lilly?!” she shrieked.

“Hi!” Lilly squealed, dashing forward to hug her best friend. 

They shrieked and hugged for a full minute before Miley pulled back in amazement. “But – but how are you – ” 

She was cut off by someone’s voice coming from the adjoining room. “DAD, DO WE HAVE ANY FOOT CREAM?” 

Miley raised her eyebrows. 

“Jackson called,” Lilly admitted. “And Atlanta’s not too far, so I got my mom to send me up by train for the day!” 

“Thanks, Jackson!” Miley called through the wall. 

“You owe me!” came his response. 

After looking at Lilly and bursting out into mutual giggles, Miley flopped down on one of the enormous beds,  shimmering pink makeup bag strewn next to her. 

“So,” Lilly said after a minute, a look of mischevious consideration on her face. “What are you gonna wear? You have to look cuter than Taylor, or else people will feel bad for her when you beat her to Best Female Artist again.” 

And Miley was right back up again. 

“So, I was thinking this yellow dress I got in Paris, but maybe it doesn’t work with the – ” 

“You were in Paris?” Lilly cut her off, clearly amazed. 

“Yeah!” 

“JEALOUS!”

And it continued like that for the rest of the day.

[[NFB/NFI for distance! Nope, as far as I know, there’s no actual awards show tonight, but Miley’s a few months in the future so she gets magical futuristic CMA awards.]]

its_theclimb: (bfflz: omg i missed you hug)

Miley tried to stay on top of her scheduled appearances most of the time. You know, she did her best. But sometimes by the time her phone vibrated to signal that she had a flight out of Paris to an awards show in four hours, she was completely unprepared.

Fortunately, figuring out the portal situation wasn’t the hard part. Her dad paid Vida the big bucks for a reason, and that reason had a lot to do with her ability to take just about any challenge in stride, wacky or otherwise. So, garment bag over one arm, Miley hopped into a very expensive portal on the causeway and promptly found herself in a cushy first-class seat on a flight headed for Nashville.

She could get used to this.

From the airport, she was shuttled by limo to her hotel. Upon swiping her key card and tipping the bellman, Miley opened the door to discover – 

“Oh my god, Lilly?!” she shrieked.

“Hi!” Lilly squealed, dashing forward to hug her best friend. 

They shrieked and hugged for a full minute before Miley pulled back in amazement. “But – but how are you – ” 

She was cut off by someone’s voice coming from the adjoining room. “DAD, DO WE HAVE ANY FOOT CREAM?” 

Miley raised her eyebrows. 

“Jackson called,” Lilly admitted. “And Atlanta’s not too far, so I got my mom to send me up by train for the day!” 

“Thanks, Jackson!” Miley called through the wall. 

“You owe me!” came his response. 

After looking at Lilly and bursting out into mutual giggles, Miley flopped down on one of the enormous beds,  shimmering pink makeup bag strewn next to her. 

“So,” Lilly said after a minute, a look of mischevious consideration on her face. “What are you gonna wear? You have to look cuter than Taylor, or else people will feel bad for her when you beat her to Best Female Artist again.” 

And Miley was right back up again. 

“So, I was thinking this yellow dress I got in Paris, but maybe it doesn’t work with the – ” 

“You were in Paris?” Lilly cut her off, clearly amazed. 

“Yeah!” 

“JEALOUS!”

And it continued like that for the rest of the day.

[[NFB/NFI for distance! Nope, as far as I know, there’s no actual awards show tonight, but Miley’s a few months in the future so she gets magical futuristic CMA awards.]]

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