Room 311, Monday Morning
Jul. 18th, 2011 10:14 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
its_theclimbThe 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!"
"Cool!"
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.
"Vida, wait -- "
"Now, they shoot Friday night, and I couldn't get an exact time, but I'm sure they'll send you more details. I think you should wear the blue dress and the matching pumps -- now, you're sure your roommate has no access to your closet? How do you plan to change without people seeing you? Will you need a helicoptor?"
Dammit, this was like running through a very tightly-packed crowd with very little momentum to go on. "Vida, Vida, wait," Miley blurted out. "They shoot at my school? That sounds really risky."
And then she was holding the phone further away from her ear, because Vida's voice got exponentially louder. "This is a very important appearance for you! Do you know what I had to do to book you this gig? In the course of this show's history, they've had performances from the Plain White T's and David Archuleta!"
Miley paused. Considered that. It was kind of a great gig.
"Oh, all right." And now she was wearily climbing out of bed with her blanket still wrapped around her as she unlocked her closet and started searching for something to wear. "Can you set up a Skype call with Lilly later?" she pleaded of Vida.
"I already told you!" Vida snapped. "Blue dress!"
And then she hung up.
Oh, sweet niblets.
[[Establishy. Door closed, post open. Conversation with Vida so very NFB, please.]]
...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!"
"Cool!"
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.
"Vida, wait -- "
"Now, they shoot Friday night, and I couldn't get an exact time, but I'm sure they'll send you more details. I think you should wear the blue dress and the matching pumps -- now, you're sure your roommate has no access to your closet? How do you plan to change without people seeing you? Will you need a helicoptor?"
Dammit, this was like running through a very tightly-packed crowd with very little momentum to go on. "Vida, Vida, wait," Miley blurted out. "They shoot at my school? That sounds really risky."
And then she was holding the phone further away from her ear, because Vida's voice got exponentially louder. "This is a very important appearance for you! Do you know what I had to do to book you this gig? In the course of this show's history, they've had performances from the Plain White T's and David Archuleta!"
Miley paused. Considered that. It was kind of a great gig.
"Oh, all right." And now she was wearily climbing out of bed with her blanket still wrapped around her as she unlocked her closet and started searching for something to wear. "Can you set up a Skype call with Lilly later?" she pleaded of Vida.
"I already told you!" Vida snapped. "Blue dress!"
And then she hung up.
Oh, sweet niblets.
[[Establishy. Door closed, post open. Conversation with Vida so very NFB, please.]]
