Backstage at a Concert Arena | Los Angeles, CA | Thursday Evening Fandom Time

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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!]]

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"And everybody, I'd like to introduce you to my close personal friend, Jo--ey!"

Secret identity, Jono. Had to take one for the team.

"Come on out!" she called, waving at him as the fans shrieked.

[furnaceface]

... Joey?

Jono hadn't met Joey. Maybe someone else would be so kind as to step up and take his mic and perform this number for hi-

A good shove from one of the stage-hands had him tripping a few steps forward, barely getting his balance before one more step meant he was standing on the stage. He shot the hand a bit of a look before he squared his shoulders and strode out onto the stage, glittery bloody mic and all, to join Miley.

Oh, he would have his revenge, nameless backstage guy.

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"Joey, say hi!" Miley chirped, either oblivious to his discomfort or doing a damn good job at pretending otherwise. "And tell us about yourself!"

THIS SHOULD GO WELL.

[furnaceface]

Going to throttle her. Going to throttle her clear into next bloody--

"Hello," he said into the microphone, adopting a fairly convincing stage demeanour in a heartbeat. "I'm Joey," apparently, "and I'm just thrilled to be here, Hannah."

--month. And when he was done throttling her, he'd take her by the shoulders and shake--

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"Great!" Miley said brightly. "So this next song is originally a super popular one that I did with David Arculeta last spring." There were cheers. She paused for them. See how good she was at this, Jono? "You ready?" she asked, toning down the enthusiasm enough for it to look like she was just asking him conversationally rather than for the benefit of the fans.

Then the music started up anyway, though. So, you know. Not so much.

"When I saw you over there
I didn't mean to stare
But my mind was everywhere
I wanna know you..."

[furnaceface]

"Girl I guess that you're the kind,
To say what's on your mind,
But you listen when I have
Something to show you..."

Plotting her demise. Right now. While smiling, because this was the sort of song that demanded a smile, and people were watching. Young ones, which meant that rude gestures were completely out of the question, too.

"You smile and never shout,
You stand out in a crowd,
You make the best of every situation..."

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"Correct me if I'm wrong,
I'm fragile and you're strong
And beautiful, the perfect combination..."

She bounced over to him, bumping shoulders (because that was the way to convey stage presence and chemistry, really) before launching into the chorus. The rest of the song followed, and unbeknownst to them, one lone fan recorded it all on her cell phone camera.

Fear it, Jono. Fear it.

"So everyone give it up for Joey!" Miley encouraged once she was done, sparking a truly deafening chorus of shrieking.

Re:

[furnaceface]

For the record, this had been the farthest possibility in Jonothon's mind when Miley had invited him to come to one of her shows, hang out backstage, and get a feel for the whole 'Hannah Montana' experience.

He hated you so much right now, Miley. And with the smile that he was forcing, nobody in the world would ever be able to tell.

"Thank you, everybody. And thank you, Hannah. I never dreamed I'd get the opportunity to do something quite like that."

Miley was so damn lucky he wasn't able to kill her with his brain any more.

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"No problem," Miley said, bouncing. "See you later, Joey!"

She was left with the strange suspicion that he was maybe less than thrilled. IMAGINE THAT.