The cold was what woke Miley up on this fine Monday morning, and it was not something that particularly thrilled her. After curling up tighter under the covers, she reached for her cell phone, only to find that it started ringing in her hand.
...It was spooky how well her publicist knew her.
"Hey, Vida," she yawned into the phone. "What's up?"
Vida's brisk, businesslike voice sounded on the other end of the line. "Miley, hi, glad I caught you," she said. "You'll never believe what I've set up for you this Friday."
Miley took a moment to hold the phone away from her ear and flip through the calendar on her phone. Well, it didn't look like she had anything planned yet, not that that had probably factored into her publicist's thought process. "What?"
Vida left a little pause before she continued, building up the suspense. "Hannah Montana," she said steadily, "will be appearing on the number-one web show in the country
Vida waited, evidently finding that response unsatisfactory. When no further response came, she huffed and plowed on. "Yes, well," she said. "It's called iCarly. I just sent you some links." Sure enough, Miley's other cell phone, designated for Hannah Montana use only, was now vibrating in the drawer where it charged. "And here's the kicker," Vida said with pride. "They shoot on Fandom island
."( Miley KNEW that name had sounded familiar. )[[Establishy. Door closed, post open. Conversation with Vida so very NFB, please.]]