Reality

2

Nick's POV

The next morning after I told Phil about our decision he immediately set up a meeting that afternoon for us to see Ryan, and after hearing this Miley got a panic attack amidst the newly arrived furniture.

"I'm having second thoughts," She declared "I...need time to think, okay? This feels way too fast. We were supposed to have some time off from the spotlight!"

"Miley, calm down." I said collectively "We're just going to see Ryan, alright? We're just going to talk to him, to get some insight...look, you know if whatever he said doesn't seem right we'll back off from the whole thing. We haven't made a decision, it's not too late to go back but we need to hear out the man first."

She sucked in a dramatic breath "How about we don't go and forget the whole thing?"

"Miley," I said with a tone.

"Seriously, Nick we're not even done setting the house up we should do things one by one," She shrugged and then gestured towards the movers.

I sighed and rubbed my temples "What's the worst thing that could happen?"

"Oh, I don't know...us getting completely tricked or brainwashed into thinking that everything Ryan says is a good idea and before you know it we're doing things for publicity and to stay famously relevant again!"

"We are not that stupid." I said sternly.

"But are you that desperate?" She shot back.

"I—desperate for what?!" I snapped "I don't care about publicity! I care about us and what people make us to be,"

"That's your first mistake," She said and placed her hand on her hip "We shouldn't care. Okay? I never cared and look where it's got me—"

"Alright, then how about this? If we don't take our chances how are we expected to continue to sell? And make a living? That's just the logical reason, and what about my artistic reason? I want people to listen to my music, Miley. I want my songs to be heard and to be out there...but it won't if I don't work hard enough to be important enough for people to want to give me a chance."

"First it was about our image, but now it's about the music. Nick you're confusing me."

"Well...it's about everything! It's about life! It's about the steps we take so we can get somewhere, but Miley if we don't take this chance then we'll just miss out on what could be our biggest leap!"

"Nick," She said sharply, but then her passion died down and she looked at me speechless "You're right, okay? You're right! But you are not careful. I am trying to be careful." She pointed to her chest "I've made way too many mistakes in my life. I've made them in the public eye. What if I'm scared to handle one more?"

"Miley," I cooed, my limbs softening as I went over to hold her hand tenderly "That's what makes us good together. I'm right and you're careful. What could go wrong? I promised it won't, didn't I?"

"I just had all these anxiety," She admitted sheepishly.

"We all do." I told her "But come on, Miley. If you hadn't taken all those risks in your career you wouldn't be here. With me...you'd probably won't be here at all, you'd have given up 10 years ago."

She nodded "That's true. Fine...we'll go, just um...just don't let Phil do all the talking, alright? Ask questions. Interrogate. We need to know what we're getting into or we're not getting in at all."

"Yes, Ma'am." I said and pecked her quickly on the cheek "Go rest and wash up, I'll take care of things down here." She nodded in agreement, she needed that rest to calm her nerves, and I understand her worries...I have them too, but I do believe what I said. It's about everything.