Epilogue: What the Index Leaves Uncatalogued Indexes are useful, but they never capture everything. They can tabulate episodes, songs, sales, and scandals, but they cannot fully archive the private, quiet moments: the first time a child hid behind a wig and felt brave, the whispered backstage counsel from an older mentor, the fleeting second when a performance felt like truth. Those moments — resident in memory rather than record — are the places where the Hannah Montana story remains unresolved: equal parts artifice and honesty, commerce and confession, costume and skin. The Index points you there; it cannot fully follow.