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

Hannah was hanging onto the body by a thread, and she knew that if she didn't do something huge soon, her other personality -- lame, pathetic Miley -- would resurface. Her very dominance relied on doing things Miley would never do. Bad things. Things her daddy wouldn't approve of. 

CURSE YOU, ROBBY RAY AND YOUR HORRIBLE RULES.

So tonight Hannah, in her long, pristine blonde wig, was to be found at Fandom's very own massive concert arena, where tickets were being scalped by NPC minions to see her in concert. What they didn't know was that this show... would be life-altering.
 
MUAHAHAHAHAHA.

[[So open. And OCD'd!]]

Miley? Remained oblivious to what was going on around the island, because she had yet to figure out the radio thing. Which was why she had no problem leaving the door to her empty room very slightly ajar when she went to take a shower.

And in that room, there was a closet. And in the closet, in a large garment bag with a lock on the zipper, were some clothes that were decidedly... glitterier than her usual ensembles. And in the very back of the closet, in a locked box, were a platinum-blonde wig on a mannequin head and a little pink comb.

Oh, Miley, Miley, Miley. Should've put a fingerprint scanner on that stuff.

[[Open for one and NFB!]]