its_theclimb: (fact: scrapbook)
Miley was... not crying anymore. Which was good. Jono had comforted her a little and now she was feeling better. Not, say, get-up-and-dance better. More... flop-on-the-bed-and-flip-through-her-scrapbook better.

Which, really, was still pretty maudlin.

And then her Pandora station, which was supposed to give her JBiebz, started playing the most annoying song ever instead. Seriously, Pandora? Her mortal enemy? That was who you decided to play?

Rude, was what it was.

But getting up seemed like a lot of work, so she just tried to block it out as she kept flipping through pages of her best and worst moments as Hannah, wincing at some and half-smiling at others.

The first photo in the book showed Miley at twelve. Looking at it now, she couldn't remember where or when it had been taken. Which made sense -- that whole first year'd been a blur, even while it was happening. Her mom's death, Jackson's middle school graduation, that first song she'd written that had somehow managed to get noticed. Moving to LA.

Meeting Lilly and Oliver.

And that -- that -- was because of Hannah. She'd met them as Miley, but... talking to people, making friends? Back then? She hadn't been so good at that. But Hannah had given her confidence, made her able to do that, and without her, Miley didn't know where she'd be.

Jono was wrong. Hannah was a part of her, Miley decided. Maybe not all of her, but -- a part. And now she was gone.

[[Door is closed, post is open. That Miley looked at a scrapbook is fine, but the contents are NFB; similarly, it's okay for broadcast that Dave stopped by and they talked, but the topic of discussion is NFB as well.]]
its_theclimb: (fact: scrapbook)
Miley was... not crying anymore. Which was good. Jono had comforted her a little and now she was feeling better. Not, say, get-up-and-dance better. More... flop-on-the-bed-and-flip-through-her-scrapbook better.

Which, really, was still pretty maudlin.

And then her Pandora station, which was supposed to give her JBiebz, started playing the most annoying song ever instead. Seriously, Pandora? Her mortal enemy? That was who you decided to play?

Rude, was what it was.

But getting up seemed like a lot of work, so she just tried to block it out as she kept flipping through pages of her best and worst moments as Hannah, wincing at some and half-smiling at others.

The first photo in the book showed Miley at twelve. Looking at it now, she couldn't remember where or when it had been taken. Which made sense -- that whole first year'd been a blur, even while it was happening. Her mom's death, Jackson's middle school graduation, that first song she'd written that had somehow managed to get noticed. Moving to LA.

Meeting Lilly and Oliver.

And that -- that -- was because of Hannah. She'd met them as Miley, but... talking to people, making friends? Back then? She hadn't been so good at that. But Hannah had given her confidence, made her able to do that, and without her, Miley didn't know where she'd be.

Jono was wrong. Hannah was a part of her, Miley decided. Maybe not all of her, but -- a part. And now she was gone.

[[Door is closed, post is open. That Miley looked at a scrapbook is fine, but the contents are NFB; similarly, it's okay for broadcast that Dave stopped by and they talked, but the topic of discussion is NFB as well.]]
its_theclimb: (fact: reading)
Miley hadn't had any classes today, and Lilly was at school (dang time difference between Fandom and home!) and therefore untextable, so today had been something of an introspective day. She'd watched some of her old music videos on her iPod and gone through old AIM chat logs that she'd saved of her and Lilly and Oliver goofing off together, back in eighth and ninth grade. Everything had been so easy then. 

And now she was going through a scrapbook. Mamaw had made it for her -- actually, it was one of the few real-grandmotherly things Mamaw ever did, scrapbooking. It was filled with clippings and cutouts of Hannah Montana in magazines and newspapers, photos, old concert tickets. Most of it made her smile, but a few things (like the snapshots of performing for the queen, and Lilly's sixteenth birthday, god what a train wreck) just made her feel a little sad. 

This week? Hadn't been the greatest.

[[Door closed, post is for the Fandom BFF, and it's NFB for secretage.]]
its_theclimb: (fact: reading)
Miley hadn't had any classes today, and Lilly was at school (dang time difference between Fandom and home!) and therefore untextable, so today had been something of an introspective day. She'd watched some of her old music videos on her iPod and gone through old AIM chat logs that she'd saved of her and Lilly and Oliver goofing off together, back in eighth and ninth grade. Everything had been so easy then. 

And now she was going through a scrapbook. Mamaw had made it for her -- actually, it was one of the few real-grandmotherly things Mamaw ever did, scrapbooking. It was filled with clippings and cutouts of Hannah Montana in magazines and newspapers, photos, old concert tickets. Most of it made her smile, but a few things (like the snapshots of performing for the queen, and Lilly's sixteenth birthday, god what a train wreck) just made her feel a little sad. 

This week? Hadn't been the greatest.

[[Door closed, post is for the Fandom BFF, and it's NFB for secretage.]]
its_theclimb: (♫: solemn guitar)
Fresh from her second handwavy day spent exploring Disney, Miley collapsed in her room and flopped down on her bed around ten, laden with shopping bags and sporting a brand-new tan. Amusement parks always wore her out -- though this was the first time in a long time that she'd been to one without Lilly and Oliver.

That was... not a fun thought.

Okay, no, she wasn't going to think about that. She had just come from the happiest place on earth, in the best city on earth. Her window was open and she could make out a few vaguely French-looking buildings in the distance, which served to brighten her mood a bit. But the only thing that could really cheer her up was just off to the side of the bed.

She reached down and grabbed her acoustic guitar from its stand behind her headboard. It was the only one she'd brought to Fandom -- the flashier ones were too much of a giveaway, even hidden in the closet. Anyway, quiet songwriting helped her think. With her tab book open in front of her and a purple gel pen tossed casually on top of it, she started strumming softly and composing a song. She kept interrupting herself to cross out and rewrite the lyrics, but her attempts came out clear and pure, even if they were occasionally punctuated by mutters of "Dangflabbit!" and "Sweet niblets!"

Enjoy the free concert, third floor. And the... Disneyfied profanity.

[[Door is cracked because Miley is LE DUMB, post is open.]]
its_theclimb: (♫: solemn guitar)
Fresh from her second handwavy day spent exploring Disney, Miley collapsed in her room and flopped down on her bed around ten, laden with shopping bags and sporting a brand-new tan. Amusement parks always wore her out -- though this was the first time in a long time that she'd been to one without Lilly and Oliver.

That was... not a fun thought.

Okay, no, she wasn't going to think about that. She had just come from the happiest place on earth, in the best city on earth. Her window was open and she could make out a few vaguely French-looking buildings in the distance, which served to brighten her mood a bit. But the only thing that could really cheer her up was just off to the side of the bed.

She reached down and grabbed her acoustic guitar from its stand behind her headboard. It was the only one she'd brought to Fandom -- the flashier ones were too much of a giveaway, even hidden in the closet. Anyway, quiet songwriting helped her think. With her tab book open in front of her and a purple gel pen tossed casually on top of it, she started strumming softly and composing a song. She kept interrupting herself to cross out and rewrite the lyrics, but her attempts came out clear and pure, even if they were occasionally punctuated by mutters of "Dangflabbit!" and "Sweet niblets!"

Enjoy the free concert, third floor. And the... Disneyfied profanity.

[[Door is cracked because Miley is LE DUMB, post is open.]]

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