Okay, so I got really inspired for a HM fic when I was listening to music before bed last night. I love writing songs based around music, and I thought it would be cool if I could actually incorporate them into the fic. So I decided to write a story based mainly around Lilly, who agrees to attend a school masque with Miley. While there, she meets a masked fellow. The story will be split up into the prologue and epilogue, along with seven chapters in-between, each based around one of the seven songs that Lilly and the guy dance to. At the end of each chapter, I will tell you the song for the NEXT chapter, so you can download and listen if you want.

Ready?

Oh, and I should probably mention that I do not own Hannah Montana, nor do I own any of the artists whose songs I will so shamelessly plaster on these pages.

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“I would really rather not go,” Lilly said for about the fourteenth time that day. She and Miley were at the mall, dress/shoe/accessory shopping for the school dance that week-end. Somehow, the young pop-star had convinced her best friend to attend, and there had been nothing but arguments ever since.

Miley swung around, accidently smacking Lilly with the particularly heavy skirt of a Renaissance-styled linen dress. “How can you not be excited about this? I mean, even you have to admit that, out of all the dumb ideas our school has come up with, this is definitely one of the cooler ones.”

“I do?”

“Lilly,” the country girl hung the dress back up, fixing a stern look on her face, bottom row of teeth jutting out the way they did when she got aggravated, “It’s a masquerade; don’t you see the potential in that? Being able to meet someone and dance and laugh and learn about each other without the stupid clique boundaries that we have to worry about every day in school.” She began examining another dress, “Do you really want to risk missing Amber falling for Dandruff Danny, or Marcus Platy fawning over Saint Sarah?”

Lilly couldn’t resist laughing at the mental picture of the captain of the football team making out with the resident Earth-child, and she gave a reluctant nod and a sigh, “Fine, I’ll go.” She half-heartedly began running through the dresses, trying to find one that was cute enough to get her noticed, but conservative enough to keep her from sacrificing her tomboy persona.

Miley smiled, “Great!” She yanked a dress from the rack and held it to her shoulders, examining the skirt against her legs, “What do you think of this?”

Lilly looked up briefly, then did a double-take, eyes wide and mouth turned in a crooked disgust, “Yikes.”

“I would really, really rather not go,” the blonde girl whined again, staring at herself in the mirror. “I look like a giant string bean.” She was wearing a flowing dress of dark green silk, cut straight against her sternum—so as to still be modest, but not incredibly so—and held up by braided straps; the dress stopped just above her dyed-green ballet flats and hugged the girl’s body perfectly, showing off curves she wasn’t even aware she had. Miley had done her make-up to her request—barely noticeable, with a dark brown eyeliner, light eye shadow, and a soft pink lip-gloss—and fashioned her hair so that it hung over her shoulders, straight at the tops and wavy at the bottoms. She wore about a dozen pewter bangles, a pair of heart earrings, and a short silver chain with a clover on it—a good-luck gift from her grandmother. She was frowning at herself, self-consciousness seeping through her.

Miley rolled her eyes and stood behind Lilly, looking at their reflection, “Then string beans are the hottest vegetables in the world.”

“Depends on how long you leave them in the microwave.”

“You get so literal when you’re nervous,” the pop-star draped a matching green shawl from the Hannah closet over her friend’s shoulders and pressed a purse and a mask into her hands, “Tonight is going to be great.” She began messing with her own hair, tucking a stray curl back into her bun, and then looked over her knee-length blue dress, smiling at herself.

Lilly slid her purse over her arm until the straps rested in the crook of her elbow, “Promise?”

“Promise,” Miley affirmed, shrugging on her jacket and gathering up her own purse and mask. “It’ll be fun just because we’re there together. But who knows? Maybe you’ll actually meet some nice masked boy and fall in lo-o-ove,” she sang the last line.

“And when he turns about to be smelly and snaggle-toothed?”

Miley brushed this off with a laugh, “Don’t be silly, Lilly… The masks don’t cover mouths or body odor. Let’s go!” She grabbed her friend by the arm and began pulling her out the door and down the stairs before she could protest. In the living room, they were greeted by Robby Ray and a very impatient looking Jackson, who had reluctantly agreed to drive them.

“Hoo-doggy,” Robby Ray laughed when he saw them, “You girls look nicer’en a slice-a chocolate cake after a three mile jog.”

“Thank you, Daddy,” Miley moved forward to hug him.

“Yeah,” Lilly added from the bottom of the stairs, fidgeting with her shawl, “Thanks, Mister Stewart.”

He nodded at them, “Now, y’all have fun tonight, all right? But not too much. And, uh,” he looked at them, as if just noticing something, “Say, where’s Oliver at? Ain’t he goin’ with you?”

Miley shook her head sadly, “He’s grounded,” and Lilly made a face.

“For good reason,” the blonde grumbled, “Broke—“

“Your heart?” Robby Ray guessed, frown on his face.

“My skateboard,” Lilly rolled her eyes at him.

“I was close.”

“He ran over it while he was practicing driving.”

“Without his mama’s permission,” Miley added.

Jackson rolled his eyes, “Fascinating as this is, do you think we could move it along? I got my own plans tonight, you know.”

Miley narrowed her eyes at him, voice dropping to a low tone, “Like what: Treating yourself to dinner and then taking your car through the wash? We’ll be ready when we’re ready.”

Her older brother wrinkled his nose, aggravated, shaking his keys at her, “Okay, you know what? I’m leaving right now. If you want a ride, you best get yourself a running start because you’re gonna have to jump into a moving car.” He turned on his heel and stomped for the door.

The pop-star straightened, eyes wide, “No! Jackson, wait! I’m sorry; I was just kidding!” She tightened her jacket around her, leaned up, and pressed a kiss to her father’s cheek, “Love you, Daddy. Gotta run!” With that, she hiked up her skirt and bolted out the door as fast as her heeled feet could carry her.

Lilly just stared, then called out, “Does that mean I don’t have to go?”

Miley raced back it, expression annoyed, and grabbed her friend at the wrist, “Oh, sweet nibblets; run, girl!” And then they were both sprinting out the door and Robby Ray was left to shake his head and laugh.

Standing outside of the school, the two girls did one last double-check of their appearances. “All right,” Miley said with a happy sigh, pulling her mask over her eyes and nose, “You ready?”

Lilly put her own mask in place and replied with a mocking sigh, “No.”

“Too late and too bad,” Miley grabbed her wrist, “Here we go!"

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The song for the first true chapter will be "Hypnotize the Moon," by Clay Walker. So go download it and have a listen!