i can almost see it, that dream i'm dreaming

The 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. )

[[Establishy. Door closed, post open. Conversation with Vida so very NFB, please.]]

After gym class, Friday afternoon found Miley flopping down on her bed to flip through some magazines. Seventeen, M, Tiger Beat, J-14... ooh! One of them had a special on Hannah's Best Shoes! She grabbed a gel pen from her desk to circle the ones featured there, smiling as she came upon some of her favorites.

When the music coming from down the hall grew irritating, she got up, put her glittery pink iPod into her iPod speakers and retaliated with some music of her own. (It was a playlist consisting entirely of Justin Bieber. That kid had skills. And he threw great parties!) It was maybe a little bit loud, but this was a girl who was used to having her entire wing, separated from the rest of the house by a door that led outside and then to her front door, all to herself. Courtesy wasn't always something she remembered to have.

[[Door and post are open! Expecting one, but visitors are welcome!]]

After the rain and exhaustion that made up the welcome picnic, Miley was glad to get to her room and start unpacking. It was apparent that her roommate had already been living here, since all Surreal's stuff was assembled, but at least Miley could start customizing her half of it. That customization project consisted of her bed linens, a collage of photos of her and her friends, some comically large pictures of her and Lilly and Oliver, and as many of her clothes as would fit. Yeah, sorry, Surreal, it was kind of a girly room now.

Once the room was decorated to her liking, Miley plopped down on her bed with her laptop, opened Skype, and started a chat with Lilly.

"Hey, Lil," she greeted her. "You all set up in Atlanta?" 

"Yeah," came Lilly's response. "You all set up in Maryland?" 

Miley shrugged. "That or ancient Greece," she said darkly. "So what's up?" 

[[Open door, open post!]]