A Detour

"Where are we going? This is the wrong direction" Miley asked with a little concern.

"Change of plan, I'm taking you on a detour."

"Okay"

Miley had no idea why she was willing to go along with this. Some jumped up driver thinking he could just make the call to change her schedule was outrageous and she wasn't exactly known for being even tempered and accommodating. Why couldn't she seem to bring herself to refuse.

"What kind of detour?" Miley was at least able to ask.

"You will find our more when you get there. Me and some of my buddies are big fans of yours. We were hoping you would perform for us, maybe even do a few special requests. That sound good to you?"

"No, but I'll do it." Again, Miley was shocked to hear the words coming out of her mouth. This asshole expected her to sing for him for free? She should have told him to fuck off and demanded whoever he worked for hired him tomorrow. Instead she had just agreed.

"I'm glad to hear that Miley. We are all extremely excited about watching you perform."