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its_theclimb) wrote2011-12-22 05:52 pm
its_theclimb) wrote2011-12-22 05:52 pm
Backstage at a Concert Arena | Los Angeles, CA | Thursday Evening Fandom Time
As Miley knew well by now after four years of pop stardom, doing concerts every night -- even with the occasional break for dinner with the boyfriend or having friends come backstage -- was exhausting, especially during a time that was supposedly her winter break.
But it was pretty fun anyway. And without having just done a full week of concerts, Miley wouldn't've had the leeway (or the pouting practice) necessary to encourage her makeup artist, Fermaine, to give her friend a makeover.
So. With an hour to go until tonight's showtime, Miley-as-Hannah lay on her back on a couch backstage and texted Lilly, wondering when she would just get here already, then prodded the dressing room door with her shoe.
"Jooooono," she called. "Are you done yet?"
[[For he who isn't blue right now, and NFB for distance!]]
But it was pretty fun anyway. And without having just done a full week of concerts, Miley wouldn't've had the leeway (or the pouting practice) necessary to encourage her makeup artist, Fermaine, to give her friend a makeover.
So. With an hour to go until tonight's showtime, Miley-as-Hannah lay on her back on a couch backstage and texted Lilly, wondering when she would just get here already, then prodded the dressing room door with her shoe.
"Jooooono," she called. "Are you done yet?"
[[For he who isn't blue right now, and NFB for distance!]]
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She was left with the strange suspicion that he was maybe less than thrilled. IMAGINE THAT.