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7 things by miley cyrus in slow motion WITH lyrics in video i do not own miley cyrus or any act associated with her. I own nothing. All rights go to Miley Cyrus and her record company. please comment and/or subscribe! anything you have to say is appreciated! i made this after messing around in windows movie maker and thought the ending was hilarious so i posted it on here thanks for watching!

Song: 7 Things Arist: Miley Cyrus Album: Breakout Music video mixed up by me, mileycyrus4ever i tried to highlight the funniest parts of the video this is intended as a joke ***** I do not know why the quality of the video and sound is so bad. it sounded and looked perfectly fine in windows movie maker. i'll try to figure it out and repost the video I own nothing. I do not own Miley Cyrus, 7 Things, or Breakout. All rights belong to hollywood records.

I do not own the Jonas Brothers or any act affiliated with them. All copyright goes to the Jonas Brothers and their record company. The below story is my original work, however. (Hayden's Point of View) Emily snatched the iPhone out of my hand and marveled at it, because she was in love with the iPhone. Part of the reason why was because she knew Joe had one. "We should see if it belongs to somebody" I said to Emily and her mom. Her mom said she would walk around to see if anyone had dropped their phone by mistake. I looked down at the ground, saw my own phone, picked it up, called my mom to say we'd be a bit late, and returned to looking at the iphone. Emily had already opened an iTunes window. She saw the look I was giving her and explained. "I just wanted to check it out...see if there was any information on it about the owner. We can probably tell if the phone belongs to an adult or kid based on what they have planned." She opened the calendar application and gasped. "Hayden, you're not going to believe this! The owner is attending every single one of the Jonas Brothers' upcoming concerts and performances. They have down the dates and times of their interviews and everything. I wonder how they found out that stuff." "let me see!" I demanded, grabbing the phone. It was true. Everyday, the owner was doing something Jonas Brothers related. Talk about obsession. Opening the pictures application, I saw a folder titled "When U Look Me In The Eyes Tour 2008". It contained ...

I do not own the Jonas Brothers or any act affiliated with them. All copyright goes to the Jonas Brothers and their record company. The below story is my original work, however. (Hayden's Point of View) When Emily and I got back to her house from the radio station, we refrained from telling her mom that we thought it was Joe Jonas's phone that we had. If she knew she would probably confiscate the phone from Emily, in fear that she would investiage every single inch of it (too late for that, though). She would also demand that we return the phone since we knew who it belonged to. But we're not one hundred percent sure it belongs to Joe. It's just that he has personal pictures of himself and his family, a calendar with his schedule on it, and a contact list with contact names like Nick, Kevin, and Mandy. They are common names, but the convience of them appearing on this phone is one that we must not overlook. Everything about the phone is so...Joeish. It's currently one AM and I'm sitting in Emily's room completing our sleepover ritual where one of us (usually Emily) sneaks down to the kitcen and grabs the box of pizza that we ordered earlier that night and brings it back to her room. We then munch on the cold pizza, seeing as we haven't eaten anything in the last seven hours, and we're starving. It was dead silent in Emily's house, so when the Star Wars theme song began to play out of nowhere, we each receieved minor heart attacks. In hopes of not waking up Emily's mom, we ...

taylor swift made this beautiful video for her mom on mother's day. after seeing it, i spent the rest of the day making my own video using Post Secret post cards and the song "the best day" by taylor swift. the timing got a bit off (you'll see what i mean at the part with only text) but i still love this video, love taylor for the song, and love to frank for posting all of these wonderful post cards. happy mother's day mom. im posting this so you'll always be able to see this and know how much i love you. All rights go to Taylor Swift, Big Machine Records, Google, and Frank Warren. I own nothing except for the pictures at the end.

Chapter 3 of In Your Hands-A Jonas Brothers Story I do not own the Jonas Brothers or any act affiliated with them. All copyright goes to the Jonas Brothers and their record company. The below story is my original work, however. ************************************** (Joe's Point of View) I looked out the window as our tour bus drove onto the highway. We were supposed to be driving straight for the next eight hours until we reached our next major destination, but Dad had gotten an invitation to go see his old college roommate and for us to meet his daughter who was apparently a "HUGE" fan of us. I must have fallen asleep, because a hand snapped twice right in front of my eyes, and another hand shook my hair, while a familiar voice said, "Wakey wakey, Joe!" said Kevin, "We can't have you falling asleep on us." "And why is that?" I asked, yawning. I sat up and saw Nick and Kevin sitting on the couch acorss from me. Nick looked angelic and his hand was held behind his back. Something bad was in the making. "Nick...what are you about to do?" "Nothing," he replied, but then he pulled his arm out from behind his back. In his hand was his iPhone with a picture of a light saber present on the screen. He swung his arm in my direction, a swooshing sound coming out of the iPhone. Everyone thought Nick was this innocent little brother who didn't come out and attack his older brother while he was sleepy and defenseless. Not for long, though. I reached my hand into my pocket and pulled ...

Chapter 5 of "In Your Hands" A Jonas Brothers fan story I do not own the Jonas Brothers or any act affiliated with them. All copyright goes to the Jonas Brothers and their record company. The below story is my original work, however. *************************************** I looked at the iPhone in disbelief. Was I seriously talking to Joe Jonas? "Really? How am I supposed to believe you're not just a huge fan that's trying to get Joe Jonas's iPhone?" I asked the guy on the phone who just might be Joe Jonas. "You want proof? I'll give you proof," he declared. "Say hi guys!" "Hey. It's Nick!" said a voice as I heard the phone being handed over to another person. "And Kevin! Don't forget the amazing Kevin!" added another guy. Oh my god. Three familiar voices. In the same place. This was the best proof Joe could have given me. "Ha HA! Was THAT proof enough?" declared Joe. "Yeah...yeah it was..." I said, in shock. This really was JOE JONAS'S IPHONE!!! "Now that we've proven that I am THE Joe Jonas, king of all Jonas, can we figure out how to get my phone back to me?" "Can you spell 'DESPERATE'?" I heard Kevin say in the background and Nick laugh. "Of course. Are you guys still in Philadelphia?" "Actually, we're not...my dad wants us to visit his old college roomate who lives in some city that's like eight hours from there." "Oh. That's too bad..." "You could mail it," suggested Emily. She had been oddly quiet the whole time, probably trying to make sure her mom didn't wake up ...

i was listening to miss invisible by marie digby and i kept thinking of melinda sordino, the protagonist of speak. i thought of how her friends abandoned her and how she felt invisible. i wrote down some lyrics and created this poem/song. please comment and/or subscribe! i appreciate anything you have to say. someone guessed that this video was inspired by gay rights, and i feel like its about a girl who's friends judged her for changing. tell me what you think its about. id love to hear your ideas. rights go to google and yahoo for images and marie digby for the beautiful song

sorry it took so long to post this! ust keep the comments coming because the advice you're giving me is great! got any plot suggestions? message me. and dont forget to subscribe! :D thanks! This is a fictional story. This is not a copy of Stuck in the Suburbs. She does not trade phones with him. I own nothing. All rights go to the Jonas Brothers and Google. ****** Hayden: If you were to go to the last stall of the girls bathroom and peeked under the door, you wouldnt see anything. If you cared enough to call out my name, I wouldnt answer. If you were desperate enough to figure out why the stall door was locked but no one was supposedly in there, you could climb up on the toilet seat in the next stall and look over. Then, you would see me. I sat on the toilet with the lid down, my knees hunched against my chest. I held onto Joes cell phone, waiting for Emily to text me back. Come on, Em, please reply! I know its during school hours, but this wasnt a normal situation. I needed her help. Only reason I didnt have my cell phone was because I had left it at Emilys house. Go figure. It was probably collecting dust underneath her bed. In my text, I had been sure to clarify that it was Hayden texting from Joes phonewhy wasnt she here? I need you, Em. Please I need you. Joe: I snuck Nicks phone out of his jacket and into mine before he woke up. It felt strange not having that familiar bulge in my pocket, vibrations alerting me of emails, and wicked ringtones for when people called ...

I own nothing. All rights go to the Jonas Brothers, Hollywood Records, and Disney. This story is my own work, though. ********** (Joes Point of View) WAIT! I NEED MY PHONE! I heard Hayden hang up on the other end. I slid my finger along the screen of the iPhone, ending my end of the call and handing the phone back to Nick in disbelief. She hung up on me. What girl hangs up on THE Joe Jonas? THAT girl, Kevin laughed, pointing to the phone, has got major guts. I glared at him and plopped back down on the sofa, sighing. What am I going to do? Calm down, Nick said reassuringly. It will all work out. I leaned back, smacking the back of my head against the glass. My iPhone had everything. My organizer, my calendar, my phone numbers, my pictures Oh god, my music. I needed that. No, I dont mean the music that I sing. No musician is that self-centered. Maybe Miley... I mean the melodies and harmonies of the creative geniuses out there that I love. The music that inspired me to become a musical artistits all on my iPhone. I gulped, realizing with dread that I wouldnt be listening to any music tonight. No Clocks to carry me down the hallway to my bed and then to dreamland. No Nickelback to jam to once I woke up in the morning. What is a musician without his song? ** I fished through the DVD rack under the TV, searching for the perfect movie. I had bought it and downloaded it onto my iPhone, but I didnt exactly have that anymore, so I was resorting to hard copy. We had to have itI ...