Lily's POV:

I listened to the phone ring as I called Miley's house, and waited for her dad or brother to answer, "Lily landing in 5." I yelled into the phone, and continued to skateboard down the sidewalk from my house. But just before I could crash land into Miley's already open French doors, I fell down onto the concrete of her driveway.

"Are you okay?" I heard Miley's voice coming towards me. "Lily, that was a huge crash," Miley said as she held my elbow and exposed knee for me to see. There was a large gash in both, that was practically pouring out blood. I gasped at the cut, and limped my way into the house with Miley holding me up – but all I could think about was how I lost my balance at a sport that I've been doing since I was old enough to walk.

Miley sat me down on the couch when we got in, shooing Jackson off the couch and sending him to get the first aid kit. "I'm fine Miley," I said as she rested my head on a pillow and applied cream and gauze to my cuts. "Really, I am."

"Obviously you're not," Miley rolled her eyes as she sat down next to me when she was done fixing me. "That must have hurt! What happened?"

"I just lost my balance," I stammered. "I guess."

"Just don't let that happen again," Miley lowered her eyebrows, and gave me a can a soda to drink. "Or at least, do it when I'm around so that I can help."

I laughed, and tried to get up from the couch. "Hey," I let Miley sit next to me on the couch, instead of the floor she had been sitting on. "What does Hannah Montana have planned for us tonight?"

"Well," Miley seemed happy to change the subject, and started to drag me away from the couch to the closet located in her room. "We've got a concert tonight, so you best get dressed."

"How many hours do I have?" I asked, as Miley checked her watch.

"Half an hour," she smiled, and pushed me into the closet and shut the door so that I could get dressed. "Now Hurry up," she yelled through the doors.

With that, I purposely went slowly towards the clothes that were laid out for Lola, my alter ego. And I slowly picked out cute clothes to where, a purple frilly dress that, obviously, went over my jeans and favourite blue shirt with the white trim and finally, to top it all off – a wide leather belt and my trademark purple wig that I had to place over my long blonde hair. I sighed as I began to take off my shirt, to put on the new one, and to my surprise the part of my arms that weren't covered by my undershirt; we're practically covered by big bruises. Without delay, I took this off my mind, thinking it was part of the crash I'd done with my skateboard earlier on, and I got dressed.

"Wow Lily," Miley smiled as I came out of the large closet.

"You like?" I turned around in a circle really fast, making myself dizzy as I did so. As I stopped turning, I held my head, and sat down on the bed with Miley when a sudden burst of drowsiness hit me. I sighed, "Maybe I should skip the concert tonight."

"No," Miley held onto my arm. "I need you there with me, you're my good luck charm!" Miley threw a puppy dog face and got me to turn to her. "Please?"

I sighed again and lay down onto the bed and tried to close my eyes. "Alright I'll go," I agreed, although I knew I was getting really tired – tired enough that my vision was constantly changing, and a ringing could be heard in my ears.