Third Floor Hallway, Sunday Morning

[its_theclimb]

There were auditions today. Auditions to sing and dance and do fun things in front of everyone!

So naturally, Miley had to practice. It was important to practice! Daddy did it all the time for his concerts, and Aunt Dolly did it for hers, and Mom and Jackson... well, they didn't like singing. But Jackson practiced for his volleyball team!

But Miley didn't want to be a volleyball player; she wanted to be a rock star. So she ran around the hallways with a glittery pink microphone that said HM on it and sang and danced to a song she was making up on the spot. That way she'd be ready for her audition and she could meet the other kids who might be wandering around! Yay!

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[twintuitionist.livejournal.com]

"You sing really pretty!" Juliet said, as she came out of her room in a red t-shirt with a rainbow on it, bright pink tutu, and rainbow-flowered pants.

Her tastes wouldn't change much after she was six, no.

"Can I have a turn?"

[its-theclimb.livejournal.com]

"Thanks!" Miley exclaimed, bouncing over to Juliet to deliver the microphone. "Here! It's really pink and glittery!"

Juliet was probably aware of that, Miley, yes.

[twintuitionist.livejournal.com]

"I love pink and glittery things. My whole room at home is pink and glittery and has princesses all over it and we should be princesses, okay?" Juliet said, all in one breath, as she took the microphone.

"Tomorrow, tomorrow, I love you, tomorrow...."

She could ... carry a tune. Sort of.

[its-theclimb.livejournal.com]

"We should!" Miley exclaimed, but then she was leaning forward to try to steal the microphone back (or as she called it, "sharing") to belt out, "You're always a daaaaaay... a....waaaaaaaaay!"

You're welcome, Juliet.

[twintuitionist.livejournal.com]

Juliet frowned hard and tightened her grip on the microphone. "You said I could have a turn!"

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"You did!" Miley pointed out reasonably.

[twintuitionist.livejournal.com]

"Nuh-uh, I wasn't done," Juliet said, yanking on the microphone. "Let me finish the soooooong, then you can have it back."

She was one of the youngest of five. Being possessive was the only way she ever got to hold on to anything.

[its-theclimb.livejournal.com]

Miley sulked. She was the youngest of two and by far the favorite, so she was maybe a little spoiled.

"Fine," she said begrudgingly, thrusting the mic back at Juliet. "But then I haveta sing Hilary Duff!"

[twintuitionist.livejournal.com]

"Thaaaank you," Juliet chirped, and ran through the rest of the lyrics before giving the microphone back.

"Okay, now you can have a turn. Then me again."

[its-theclimb.livejournal.com]

"Okay," Miley said dubiously. "But you gotta sit on the floor and clap when I'm done, okay? Like an audience!"

[twintuitionist.livejournal.com]

"Sure," Juliet agreed, and plopped herself cross-legged on the floor.

Sorry, anybody who wanted to do anything silly like walk down the hall.

[its-theclimb.livejournal.com]

Psh. Walking was overrated. People should just dance everywhere!

"Okay, listen careful," Miley instructed her.

And then she launched into her song. Her majestic, majestic song.

[iwishiwasbig.livejournal.com]

Dave wandered out into the hallway in search of cocoa, still clutching his mug from yesterday. No, he wasn't willing to let it go. But when he heard the singing, he had to stop and shout a request. "Sing I Want You Back!" Yes, he was going all the way back to the Jackson 5. Look, that's why was popular when he was a kid!

[its-theclimb.livejournal.com]

"I don't know that one," Miley said, slightly disappointedly, tilting her head. Generously, she held out the sparkly microphone and offered, "Do you wanna sing?"

[iwishiwasbig.livejournal.com]

"No, I need cocoa," Dave said, his shyness starting to act up when a girl actually spoke to him.

[its-theclimb.livejournal.com]

"I know how to make cocoa!" Miley announced proudly. "It's my daddy's loco hot cocoa. It has real cinnamons in it."

[iwishiwasbig.livejournal.com]

"Oooh. I'll sing if you make some," Dave negotiated. COCOA TRUMPED NERVOUSNESS.

[its-theclimb.livejournal.com]

"Okay!"

This would lead to some terrible hand-burning.

"Come on in my room," she encouraged him, heading down the hall back toward 311. "I gots chocolate milk in the fridge and probably some cinnamons and you can stand on the bed and sing if you want!"

[iwishiwasbig.livejournal.com]

"Why would I stand on the bed?" Dave asked. He didn't really get the concept of stages, no.

[its-theclimb.livejournal.com]

"So even your fans who are short can see you, silly!"

Meanwhile Miley was pouring chocolate milk into a glass. It was going to overflow. A lot.

[iwishiwasbig.livejournal.com]

"But there's nobody else here," Dave pointed out.

[its-theclimb.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, but pretend," she explained. "Duh."

[iwishiwasbig.livejournal.com]

"Oh!" Dave said. He started to climb onto the bed. "Any requests?"

[its-theclimb.livejournal.com]

"Ummm... whatever you said before!"

[iwishiwasbig.livejournal.com]

"I don't know the words," Dave shrugged. "But I do know this other song...."