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Chapter 152: Music II
🕑 Added 2025-07-06 10:08:46 +0000 UTCThe music was still pulsing through the speakers when I stepped to the side with Tasha to grab another drink. Paige was with us too, lingering just behind.
I reached into the cooler and pulled out a cold can of Monster. Everyone else grabbed one too—Tasha, Paige, even Freddie. Cracking mine open, I took a long sip, letting the caffeine hit as we leaned against the side, watching the chaos unfold. The dance floor was now a sea of movement and flashing lights, Britney in full command of the crowd.
Monster had been gaining a lot of traction lately, especially with all the Marshmello ads everywhere. It had become incredibly popular at parties and night outings. It helped that the latest Marshmello music videos featured Monster prominently (it was becoming part of the scene).
Just then, Britney grabbed the mic again, her voice cutting through the beat.
"This is my new song—'Party In The U.S.A.' feat Marshmello" she said, her voice confident and electric.
The crowd exploded in cheers as the opening chords kicked in and she started to sing.
♪I hopped off the plane at LAX
With a dream and my cardigan
Welcome to the land of fame excess (whoa)
Am I gonna fit in?♪
♪Jumped in the cab
Here I am for the first time
Look to my right and I see the Hollywood sign
This is all so crazy
Everybody seems so famous♪
♪My tummys turnin' and I'm feelin' kinda homesick
Too much pressure and I'm nervous
That's when the taxi man turned on the radio
And a Jay.Lo song was on
And a Jay.Lo song was on
And a Jay.Lo song was on♪
The crowd went wild, people raised their drinks and arms in sync with the beat. Paige and Tasha danced beside me, laughing and spinning. Even Freddie threw in a few clumsy but enthusiastic moves.
Yeah, I gave Britney one of Miley’s greatest hits.
and the music kept going
♪My tummy's turnin' and I'm feelin kinda home sick
Too much pressure and I'm nervous
That's when the DJ dropped my favorite tune
And a Marshmello song was on
And a Marshmello song was on
And a Marshmello song was on♪
Paige sneaked a look at me and murmured, "Not even when you're giving away a song you forget to put yourself in it, huh?"
Britney went on to sing seven more songs, keeping the crowd energized and dancing nonstop. It was a little over half the length of one of her full shows. Finally, with a bright smile and a wave, she said her goodbyes, the cheers echoing even after she left the stage.
Right after the last beat faded, I felt a sudden weight hit me. Regina had finally found me—and quite literally threw herself at me. She jumped into my arms, laughing, almost knocking us both to the ground.
"Best birthday ever!!" she exclaimed, beaming.
"Thank you," she added, nearly out of breath.
We stayed there for a moment, then she went off to join her friends. I made my way back to my group—Freddie, Carly, and Sam. Paige and Tasha were hanging out with Regina and Cher too.
"So, any of you want something like that for your birthday?" I asked, grinning.
"Nah, I'm good," Sam replied, completely unfazed.
"Me too," said Freddie.
Carly didn’t answer right away. She just stood there, looking a little thoughtful.
"Come on, Carly, I’ve been your friend longer than theirs," I teased. "Ask me anything."
"What about a big party and we record it on iCarly?" she suggested, testing the waters.
"Deal," I said.
Later, Tasha reappeared by my side, and we decided to walk around the party together. The atmosphere was still buzzing, and lights flickered across the crowd like a music video set.
As we moved through the room, Tasha suddenly froze, eyes wide.
"Wow, that’s Ralph Lauren," she said, clearly surprised to see someone she idolized (well, another one besides Britney).
At that moment, the DJ switched tracks, and the unmistakable beat of a Marshmello song took over the speakers, sending another ripple of excitement across the dance floor.
"You admire him?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.
"I want to be a model," she replied. "So obviously, I’d love to meet him.”
"Let's go," I told her.
"What??" she blinked, stunned.
"Come on," I added with a grin. "I know him." Not really (just said hello and a few words)—but I do know the woman sitting next to him, talking to him like an old friend.
"Ralph, Pepper," I greeted as we approached. "This is Tasha."
They exchanged polite hellos as we took our seats at the round table, directly across from them.
We started talking, and I casually introduced the idea that Tasha wanted to be a model. Pepper picked up on it right away and helped steer the conversation in that direction.
While Tasha and Ralph began exchanging ideas, I leaned toward Pepper and whispered, "You like them older?"
A sharp kick landed on my shin under the table.
"Ouch, I was just asking..."
Then a new song started playing, and my eyes widened a little as I recognized it. I stood up from the table and excused myself politely.
Before walking away, I leaned toward Pepper and said quietly, "Help her if you can, please. But you don't need to try too hard."
Tasha's a nice girl—I don't mind helping her, but I wouldn’t go that far.
I made my way across the room and spotted Regina again. I leaned in and asked, "Hey, do you know what song this is?"
"The song's called 'Ordinary Girl,'" she said with a smirk. "It's from a small singer named Hannah Montana. But this single is becoming popular among teenage girls. It's good, isn’t it?"
"Yeeah..." I replied absentmindedly.
Another one from a series just popped up. I didn’t watch Hannah Montana, but I remembered it was Miley Cyrus’s show on Disney. A teenager living a double life—as a popstar and a high school student.
Huh. Isn’t that just like me?
And wait—is she just wearing a blonde wig?
My eyes twitched. And I went through all the trouble of using an entire costume...
A/N: This is an idea I had, but Hannah Montana won’t be as unbelievable as she is in the original show (iCarly is also very cartoonish)
No Lola and no dad with a fake mustache by her side in the shows.
Hannah won't be nearly as famous.
In addition to the blonde wig, she’ll use brown contact lenses and a bit more makeup. She also uses a microphone with built-in voice modulation.
Few interviews.
And the public’s reaction if they discovered her true identity would be more like: "Oh, she’s actually a brunette and has a different name..." The only real shock would be from people close to Miley.
