Being Miley Cyrus

Get over it.

Miley entered her hotel room exhausted, but felt extremely guilty. She was overly crazy at her show last night; the craziest she's ever been and felt bad for disobeying her mother - but shortly after, she thought about the situation deeper and reassured herself that she done nothing wrong. Her mother made her  feel empty and in despair. She figured that it's her life and she's a grown ass woman - she doesn't always need her mom holding her hand. Suddenly, she felt a vibration in her back pocket. She pulled out her phone and it was her mom, Tish. Miley was excruciatingly tired and couldn't be bothered with anybody's bullshit. After her show last night, she completely ignored Tish and took a taxi to her hotel by herself. Right now it was 11pm and Miley was unable to put herself to sleep. 16 missed calls and 5 messages. Guess who they were from.

Tish: This time you crossed the line! Pick up your phone, now!

Tish: You need help!!!!! Everytime you're asked to just calm it down a little bit - you're 100x worse! Somebody needs to knock some sense into you!

There were 3 more messages but Miley didn't bother to read them. Miley opened up the twitter app and was just lurking on Twitter for about 2 hours. Smilers were making memes out of her last night show and Miley found them hilarious, she even began RTing and favouring them, she posted most of them on instagram.  She also stumbled across tons of hate. She usually would just ignore it all but because she was still infuriated by what her mum was ranting about earlier - she tweeted:

"I never asked for your opinion. If you don't like the shit I do, take a fucking seat. #Bye"

Then Miley threw her phone down and drifted off to sleep. It was 1:56am and Miley had to be up at 8am to discuss her next upcoming album.

Miley woke up that morning at 6:36 because she had to get ready and go and meet Mike Will (made it). She was ready by 7:30 and made her way to Starbucks. Mike was already there and he gave her a disappointed type look. They hoped into the car that Mike must of called earlier and they arrived at this humongous building. They took the lifts up and Mike hadn't said a single word since she met him this morning. She was baffled, she didn't know why he was being so shady. Mike escorted me into the room and he followed behind me. Tish was already here, sat around this table with at least 3 other people. We made awkward eye contact so I instantly put my head down. I had nothing  to say to her right now. I took my seat and for a good 40 seconds there was awkward tension. Then the man at the head of the table finally started speaking. He seemed to be the manager of the building or my record company and he said in a very rude, annoyed manner "Miley... You can't continue to work with this label if you continue your antics, we can't be letting you give us a bad name".  I slowly turned my head to Mike who was sat next to me and his instant response was to put his head down. "But you don't understand-"

"I understand entirely, Ms Cyrus." Miley was taken back by his tone and the manner he spoke to her in.

"You keep going over the limit and we'll have to drop you"

"My fans love what I do and plus - isn't it Mike's record label. He should be telling me this"

"Actually Miley" Mike began saying "it was my idea. I can't have other artists wanting to work with me and be put off because they heard you have work with me and that might affect my career because they might not take me seriously. The only reason that these people are here is because they're the owners of the entire building"

I could feel myself getting ready to burst.

"Mom?"

Tish slowly lowered her head

"Fine" I said, almost in tears. I stood up and basically sprinted out of the building; I could hear Tish calling my name but I didn't look back. I was overly thankful that there was not even one paparazzi. I was running and running and running - there were waterfalls and streams of tears gushing out of my eyes. I flew into the nearest cab and sooner than later I was back in my hotel room. I jumped straight onto my bed and let it all out. I cried for a good 15 minutes until there was nothing left. I thought about Floyd, I thought about my Smilers, I thought about my dogs and pig back home. I let it all out.

I hopped onto twitter, hoping to get some reassurance from my fans. My twitter blew up with loads of shade  from Perez Hilton. He responded to the tweet I posted last night ( "I never asked for your opinion. If you don't like the shit I do, take a fucking seat. #Bye") . I was very sleepy, although it was only 10:45 am. His tweet read:

"@MileyCyrus I guess we'll all be taking a seat then. #TRASH"

"@PerezHilton trash? A picture of my foot would get more RTs than all your RTs combined. #youtried"