【英日対訳】ミュージシャン達の言葉what's in their mind


第15話Believe: Miles to Go by マイリー・サイラス

Disney HYPERION BOOKS (currently, Hachette Books)  

MILES TO GO  by MILEY CYRUS  with Hilary Liftin 



MILES TO GO(題意:沢山の思い出と、やりたいこと) 

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Just because they shot a pilot ― the first episode of the show ― didn't mean Hannah Montana would ever see the light of day. Lots of executives had to decide if it was good enough. If they approved it, then they'd “pick it up.” That meant we'd make more episodes, and the show would go on the air. Which was what we all wanted. 



We were back in Nashville when the news came that Hannah Montana had been picked up for thirteen episodes. Disney wanted me in L. A. in seven days. Seven days! My mom didn't want to uproot the whole family so quickly without putting us in a place that would feel like a home. She didn't want the move to be hard or to feel like a sacrifice for my brothers and sisters. She isn't the type to get caught up in Hollywood or the idea of my being a star. She always thinks about the big picture. The whole family. How we can be stable and normal. Mom went online★ and bought the smallest house in La Canada she could find. Just like that. As if it were a T-shirt from a catalogue. Mom is so twenty-first century. 





One of the first things we did when we arrived in L. A. was to go to the Disney offices to say thank you. We had lunch with my agents, then drove in a convertible to Disney. My dad and I always rode four-wheelers around our farm, redneck style. Wasn't I glamorous in my convertible? A TV star, on her way to thank the producers. Except when I walked into Gary Marsh's office, a look of horror crossed his face. “What happened to you?” he asked. Riding in the convertible had messed up★ my hair. Which was dyed a weird blond color. I'd had two teeth pulled. And oh yeah, the braces. I had braces. It was not a pretty sight. I got off my high horse pretty fast.  





The hair went back to brown. The braces came off. I got a little retainer with fake teeth to fill in the holes while my grown-up teeth grew in. That was my first perk as a TV star: having an excuse to ditch the braces. 



After they “fixed” me, there was still more to accomplish before we started shooting the series. They had to do my wardrobe. I had go into a studio to record music for the whole first season. Oh, and they had to fit me for wigs. The pilot wig was a joke. Now I would get real, expensive wigs that were molded to my head. If you've never experienced a wig fitting, let me tell you ― it's not very glamorous. They put you in a wig cap, which is like a swimming cap made of stocking: they put Scotch tape all around it until it's a hard form: then they use that to make a mold.  



Wigs done, the series got rolling. Soon after, there was a party at the set for the premiere of the show. Emily and I both wore black dresses. We were so excited to watch the final version of the pilot ― the version that millions of viewers would watch on Disney Channel. We hoped.  



The show was far better than I expected it to be. You say a line six times, sixty times, and you end up with no idea which one they'll pick in the editing room, how it will sound, and how you'll look saying it. You sing a song in a studio and only imagine how it will come out with sound production and lip-synching. But there we are, up on screen. Me, Dad, and all my new friends. I have to say, I thought we were pretty awesome. No matter what happened, that moment was mine, and I will never let it go.  



The very next day I went to an amusement park with my aunt. We weren't thinking about the show. We had no idea what the ratings were. It didn't occur to us that people had actually seen my face on television the night before. We were on our way to the roller coaster, when six thirteen-year-old girls ran up to me and asked me for my autograph.★ I did an internal roundoff ― back handspring ― back flip for joy! “Sure!” I said, so hyperenthsiastically that I'm pretty sure I scared my very first fans (who were taller than I was). That was the moment when I realized that Hannah Montana wasn't just a new job that I loved. There were people out there watching us. Real people, who recognized me on the street. I wasn't just Miley Cyrus anymore. I was carrying Miley Stewart and Hannah Montana around with me. It was weird . It was cool. I was twelve.  



Haven't you practiced your signature in school notebooks or when you're talking on the phone? I have. Page after page where I should have been taking notes is covered with my name, accompanied by all different doodles and flourishes. I knew how to sign my name, but what else did I want to tell these girls, my first fans? I thought back to what I would have wanted to hear when I was just one of fifty Hannah Montana wannabes sitting nervously in a waiting room. I thought back to what I would have wanted hear when I was crouched alone in the school bathroom, at the end of my rope. I thought back to what my fish would have wanted to hear after his best friend bit the dust. Now I knew exactly what I wanted to write. I took a long time with those first six signatures, making sure I did them perfectly.  



Believe [heart] Miley Cyrus 

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