Miley Stewart and her youngest sister Noah have one thing in common, they both think the other has this spectacular life. However one night of magic may change that as the two wake up in each others body. There is only one big problem without besides the obvious one. Miley has exactly one week before her big concert in Mississippi. The two must find a way to switch back before Literally forced to walk in each others shoes,

they begin to comprehend the others point of views and what they go through in everyday life.

A sweaty Miley walked off of the stage in her glamorous clothes that her stylist had let her loan just for this tour

. She had just finished giving the sold out crowd her breathtaking finale.

As she walked backstage people began to scurry over to her. Helping her take clothes off of her, giving

her water bottles, taking her picture, putting more clothes on her, and wiping the sweat off of her forehead.

Before she knew it she had transformed into this whole new person with new make-up and everything

. A voice popped into her ear from the tiny microphone.

"We need you on stage now."

She took a deep breath, handing somebody the water bottle that was in

her hand. Then went into this cubical piece that would make her go up in the

middle of the stage. Where thousandths of screaming fans were waiting to see her. This was always her life dream and this adrenaline just made it all worth doing

. As soon as she got on stage the crowd's pitch got higher, her heartbeat grew faster.

One of her dancers ran to her and handed her a very sparkly microphone.

"I would like to thank y'all for coming out here tonight and supporting my show."

Her voice was saying breathlessly through the microphone

She walked up to where the stage ended and the crowd began. "You guys have no clue how much

this means to me. I would have to also thank my band, my back-up dancers, all the people that made this show possible, and of course God all mighty."

The crowd continued to roar shouting her name. "Miley!" "Miley!" "Miley!"

The brunette felt like she was able to give it a few more minutes,

Miley said "How about one more before I go?" The crowd went wild.

The young girl nodded her head yes motioning for her band to give her the

okay look. Once they did she looked back at the crowd with her white smile.

"This is a song that I know all of you guys know. I want you to sing and dance along with me. It's called 'Best of Both Worlds.'"

The band began the tune. It was like the beat was pulsing through her blood.

Once her cue hit she sang the first note perfectly in tune with the band. "You

get the limo out front (ohohoh)

Hottest styles, every shoe, every color

Yeah when you're famous it can be kinda fun

It's really you but no one ever discovers"

She looked from behind her as her back up dancers hit the stage with her.

This was so unplanned she just went along with whatever they were doing.

Mostly bobbing her head and swaying her hips.

"In some ways you're just like all your friends

But on stage you're a star

You get the best of both worlds

Chill it out, take it slow

Then you rock out the show

You get the best of both worlds

Mix it all together

And you know that it's the best of both worlds"

As she did almost all the time she put her hand by her stomach so she could sing every pitch from her diaphragm. The voice in her ear piece was screaming

at her for doing this. She ignored it as she continued to move around on stage.

"You go to movie premiers (is that Orlando Bloom?)

Hear your songs on the radio

Livin' two lives is a little weird (yeah)

But school's cool 'cause nobody knows [nobody knows]

Yeah you get to be a small town girl

But big time when you play your guitar

You get the best of both worlds

Chill it out, take it slow

Then you rock out the show

You get the best of both worlds

Mix it all together

And you know that it's the best of both

You know the best of both worlds"

As the crowd began to sing louder. Her smile began to get wider. With her back up dancers in tact she walked up where the stage almost ended and did her

hair flip thing. While continuing to sing the notes...

"Pictures and autographs

You get your face in all the magazines

The best part is that

You get to be whoever you wanna be

Best...best...yeah the best of both

Best...best...you got the best of both

Best...best...c'mon the best of both

Who would have thought that a girl like me

Would double as a super staaaaaaaaaaaaaaar

Woo!"

A break from singing she put her hand out to touch some of her screaming fans hands

. "Okay, I would like you guys to help me let this end with a big bang. Sing the last chorus with me now."

"You get the best of both worlds

Chill it out, take it slow

Then you rock out the show

You get the best of both worlds

Mix it all together

And you know that it's the best

You get the best of both worlds

Without the shades and the hair

You can go anywhere

You get the best of both worlds

Mix it all together...oh yeah

It's so much better

'Cause you know you've got

The best of both worlds"

As soon as the music stopped she stayed in the pose with her microphone up in the air. Her breaths were short.

Then she looked at the crowd. "I hope you enjoyed the encore."

Then her band and dancers came up from behind her and stood in a line with her holding hands.

Before she knew it she was backstage once more changing into comfortable clothes

that fit instead of the normal outfits she wore on stage. She was wearing Aerobically sweat pants, with Uggs, and a T-shirt.

"Great show tonight, slugger." Her manager Vita said as she came up to her with a huge smile on her face.

"Thanks. I really think that the fans enjoyed it." She replied as she walked sluggishly to her tour bus. When she was up there her adrenaline was pumping

so hard that her body could not feel anything.

The worst part was after tour when her body was fully aware of what she had just done.

"Forget about the fans. People at Disney loved it. You sold out once again. This is almost the third state in a row. They are freaking loving you

to death." The middle aged woman said with stars in her eyes. "I think they are thinking about giving me a raise thanks to all of your hard work."

"Mhm." The teenager replied as she took a huge gulp of water. Her throat always had to be hydrated so that there wouldn't have to be cancellations of any of the tours.

"And because of that. I was thinking that you don't seem to be that happy when you get off of that stage."

A shocked expression came over Miley's face. Since when did Vita give a flying pig about her mood? All the women seemed to care about was the money

that she was making for her. "I guess you can say I am a little home sick."

"Okay, I know that this doesn't sound like me at all. But I think you deserve a day off. I have arranged for your tour bus to take you home after the show in New Jersey

." Her tone a little sweet. Her body feeling some weird kind of emotion that never really came over her.

"Gee Vite, thanks." Astonished was not the word to describe what she was feeling to say the least. Ever since she had started out in this business

Vita had been riding her about being the best at everything because there was always going to be somebody trying to take her spot.

"Don't think of this as a nice gesture or anything. You will still have to be on a very strict diet, no talking to the paparazzi, and most importantly there

is no staying up past eleven. You have to keep your beauty rest up."

Her mind was so tired of this. Most teenagers only had their parents to listen to . But being a star meant there were a million people always telling

her what to do and what not to do. Your parents have one opinion, the media has another

, stylists, make-up artists, managers, and even the dancers had their input. Not many people know the life of being superstar was not only draining, but very insecure.

"When you get back it is back to the road. You have three shows that are spread far from each other. Then you have to shoot for Hannah Montana, the

television show, and they want you on set for that movie right after your tour in Kentucky..."

The words just kept spinning around in her head. It was that time of the year again, when everything got so hectic. There was just nothing that she was able

to do but be publicized like some big doll. She continued to walk outside as her manager continued to talk her into the ground. Once she was in front of her bus

A little girl with blond hair and pig tails stopped her when entering her

tour bus sluggishly.

"Excuse me little girl, but the show is over." Vita told her in a ruthless manner. It was bad enough that Miley had just done an encore which wasted

money, but now this girl thought she could get autographs without standing in line. "And how did you get past security?"

"Vita, just leave the poor little girl alone." The brunette teen said as she rolled her eyes. She knew that her manager was not being too nice. "Can I help you?" She

asked the little girl as she leaned over to be her height.

The young girl nodded her head yes shyly. This was the girl that she admired the most and she was in front of her face. "C-Can I get an autograph?" Her

voice was really sheepish.

"Of course." The pop sensation said as she took the notepad and paper out of

her hands. "What is your name?"

"Brittany."

As she wrote she spoke what she was writing out loud. "Dear Brittany, Life what you make it so lets make it right." She looked at the young girl with a

smile then signed her name at the end.

"Thank you so much." The small blond said.

"No problem sweet heart."

Brittany ran over to the other side of the parking lot where her mother was. Then looked back and waved goodbye to her role model.

. Just make sure that you hit the sack in a half an hour. I am not playing with you young lady. You did a good job out there, but you still

seemed a little sluggish."

"I will." She replied as she walked on to her tour bus. Her and her father

usually rode these together, but her dad had plans of his own that he had to do. So this time she was stuck with her mother. It really wasn't bad. It was

just when she tried to talk about her music, her mom and Grandmother didn't understand like her dad did.

You had a great show tonight."

Her grandmother and Miley's mom told her all ready in their pajamas

ready for bed. This whole sleeping on a bus thing was something that her

grandmother's body hadn't gotten used to yet, but her mother's body had.

"But you know how I need to sleep before the bus actually starts moving."

.,

"Miles, did Vita say something to that little girl out there?"

"You know she did. You know how she is."

They both nodded heads and began to laugh. That woman was uptight and

insensitive.

The next day in Nashville Tennessee, Noah the youngest daughter in the Stewart family

was waiting for her Brand! to take her to school

. Since her mother and grandmother was touring with her sister and her father was taking care of business, whatever that meant, she was forced to stay here with her other oldest sister Brand!

"Are you ready to go?" The Brand! asked as she looked at the young child.

"No, I don't understand why I have to go to school. Miley got to skip

school." Her arms were crossed and she had this very smug look on her face.

"Miley didn't skip school. She just got to take it with tutors instead of in a classroom with real teachers."

Brand! exclaimed as they walked out to her car.

"I am sure that you will appreciate our parents trying to keep your grounded when you get older."

She huffed as she climbed into the back seat of the car. Her brother had to go to school before her as well

. He had started his first year of Junior High while she was still in elementary school

. They sister being a superstar had given him a lot of popularity.

"Sorry that I am late."Braison’s the only Stewart boy said as he sat in the

passengers seat of the car. "You know that I had to look good for the ladies."

"Please. I don't know what kind of girl would want a guy that still has to sleep with a night light."

A slick remark came out of her mouth before she could even do anything about it. There had always been sibling rivalry between

the two of them.

"Says the girl who still wets the bed." He mocked back without missing a beat.

"Will you two stop it. You guys all ready know this is just going to turn into a classic fight. And I am not prepared to tell our parents why one of

you is dead when they get back home." Brandi replied as she drove up the road quickly. They were all running late for school this morning.

"It's not like they will care." Noah replied to nobody but herself as she sat back. "All they care about it their precious Miley."

Nobody heard her as the Brand! drove like a maniac down a couple of roads. Before any of them knew it they were in front of the middle school.

"Have a good day at school. Make sure to bring home all of your homework so we can work on it together." Brand!; told the young boy as he walked

into the school building. As soon as she knew that he was inside safely she rushed off to make sure that she could get Noah to school on time.

Not even ten minutes later they were in front of the elementary school that Noah went too. She climbed out the car with her Hannah Montana backpack on

and slammed the car door.

"Please do not break mothers door. Why can't you just be nice to me?"

Brandi i asked the young girl who seemed to have a bit of a spoiled bratty around her.

The young girl gave no answer as she walked into her school building. How she dreaded school days. Unlike her beloved brother she was not so lucky to have

popularity

thanks to her sisters success. It was very much quite the opposite actually.

"Hey everybody. Noah decided that she was good enough to show up to school today." A young redhead named Tiffany let the whole class know as she saw the

young girl walk in late.

"Now, Tiffany. Be nice." Ms. Henry the teacher said to the young girl as she went over to help Noah put her backpack in her cubby.

Once she was finished she went back to the middle of the classroom. "Now where were we?"

"You were just about to tell us how to multiply double digits." One of the young men replied in the front of the classroom without raising his hand.

"That was before Noah came in and you had to help her."

"Ah. I remember now. Thanks for reminding me Daniel." The teacher replied as she picked up the chalk and wrote something on the board.

Noah sat next to her best friend Emily, who was all ways there to comfort her.

"Why are you late this morning?"

"My sister Brandi had to take me to school again." She huffed in annoyance.

"Parents on tour with Miley again?" She asked familiar with Noah's problems.

All though she was unable to relate to having a super star sister.

The young girl nodded her had yes.

when Emily head

one of the other girls in the class began to laugh. Of course she wanted to know what was so funny. "What's the matter?" emily asked

"Nothing." She said as she pushed her lips together to stop herself from

laughing.

Always left out. That was how she felt. Not only at school but with her own family. It was always so unfair to her that her sister got everything while

she was not able to get anything in return.

Instead of one girl laughing more people began to get in on the joke that she had been excluded from. Before she knew it the whole class was basically

laughing. The only 3 people that hadn't been in on the joke were her and Emily and the teacher.

"What is so funny?" Ms. Henry finally asked to the whole class with her hands on her hips.

A couple of students that were taught to obey what adults asked them pointed to Tiffany's desk

The young teacher went over to the girls desk and put out her hand. "Let me see what is so funny before I send you down to the principals office young

lady." Her voice was as stern as ever.

The little girl gave her a look of dissatisfaction then handed the adult a piece of paper.

When she looking at it her heart dropped as she noticed what they were trying to illustrate on the piece of paper. It was one of her students on an ice cream

stand with a pole almost naked. "Who drew this?" She demanded to know as she looked around the classroom.

Noah got out of her desk. Then snatched the piece of paper out of her teachers hand. She wanted to be included in on the joke. But once she saw what

was on it, she regretted ever seeing it.

"I am going to catch the person who did this. They will be suspended for their actions." The teacher told the young student who had just thrown the

paper on the floor and was red from embarrassment.

Tears began to spill from the young child's face as she ran out of the classroom. Thanks to her sisters dumb craziness all that she was ever called

was ho and a **. People who hated her sister were really cruel to her for no reason. It wasn't like she told her sister to become this famous star! How

come she had to be treated this way without any remorse for her feelings?

when Emily said teacher let me talk to her please

As the teacher nodded Emily ran after her. The whole classroom burst out

laughing as soon as Emily was gone.

After talking to one another. Both Emily and the teacher had both decided

that it would be a good idea of her older sister come to pick her up from school.

Noah was able to get the work that she had missed from that day so

that Brandi could help her with it. She only wished the rest of her live could be

lives that way.

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