Disney Star 4ever (Miley Cyrus Fanfic)

A/N: Okay, nobody hate because this is starring Miley Cyrus... Actually I'm writing this because she's one of the stars that people hate because she "grows up too fast" and all. Also, this is a fanfic so remember its not based on anything in reality. Anyway, if you like it, comment/vote/fan!

"Thank you and good night Phoenix!" I yelled into the microphone over the thunderous applause before walking off stage. The band started playing 'Fly on the Wall' one last time.  My dad was waiting in the wings for me with his arms held open. "Great show, Smiley," he teased me by using my childhood nickname.

"Thanks," I replied and wrapped my arms around his waist.  He hugged me for a moment before I left to go to my dressing room/tour bus. I walked into my small bedroom and locked the door behind me. My room was black and red, my two favorite colors. I sat at the small vanity and gladly took off all the heavy make up my personal stylist had put on me. Fishtail eyeliner, black eyeshadow, the works. Then, I hopped in the private shower in my room (yeah, I know, my tour bus is awesome) and scrubbed the ten tons of hairspray that held my hair stiff as a board while I performed out of my hair. I dried myself off, put on some nice comfy pajamas and combed my hair out. My hair auburn hair fell a little bit past my shoulders in slight waves. I walked out of my bedroom to find the band chilling in the main area of the bus that served as their bedroom. As soon as he saw me, Jesse, my drummer, stuck his tounge out at me. "Hey!" I exclaimed. "What was that for?"

"We," he said, gesturing to himself and the rest of the band, "got tackled by about fifteen different fan girls who were all just begging to meet you."

"Oh," I replied thoughtfully. "Well, better you then me!" I beamed at him. He fake-pouted while I got a bottle of water out of our fridge and took a large gulp out of it. "Seriously," Ryan agreed with Jesse. "They were doing all but ripping our clothes off!" I laughed at that.

"Well I don't think Ryan would mind being naked," I teased him. All of the band 'oooooh'ed and Ryan blushed. He was definitely the player of the group. "I would too!" he defended himself.

"Suuure," I replied in a disbelieving tone. His blush grew deeper. I collapsed onto the couch beside Jesse and sighed. "Well," I said tiredly, "good job everyone." We were all relaxed when suddenly, my dad barreled in with two girls on his tail. They looked about 13 years old and 16 years old. "Umm..." I hesitated. You don't exactly know what to say when two girls come uninvited into your living quarters. "Oh my God!" the girls exclaimed in unison.

"You're like, Miley freaking Cyrus!" the 13 year old one said.

"Um, yeah." I replied. "Hi." I waved my hand. I'm sure I looked a slight bit freaked out.

"Could you like sign this shirt? And me?" the 16 year old one replied.

"Um... sure," I replied.  That was an odd request.  The 13 year old and the 16 year old both shoved a T-shirt with my picture on the front. I grabbed a silver Sharpie out of a drawer in the kitchen and signed the shirts. Then, I took a black Sharpie and asked, "Uh... where do you want me to sign... uh... you?" Both girls thrusted their left arm out at me. I stepped onto the 13 year old's left side and braced her elbow with my left hand. She squealed softly, and I ignored it though and quickly signed my name and moved on to the 16 year old. I quickly signed my name on her arm, and she started another sentence. "Can you--?" Jesse cut her off. 

"No. Now out!" Ryan and Jesse both gently herded the girls out of our tour bus and locked the door. They leaned against it. "Thanks, guys," I sighed in relief. "Oh, my God, I'm exhausted," I continued.  "I'm crashing! Night, see you in the morning!"  Choruses of 'Night' followed me into my bedroom until I shut my door.

I flipped back my covers and crawled into bed. I stifled a yawn and flicked off the lamp beside my bed. I curled up into a ball and felt myself drifting.