A/N: Hey, guys! I haven't written anything in a while… my story, Breaking Point (or something like that) is on hiatus. I haven't updated it in SO long.

So, I thought I'd do another story. Yeah, it's probably going to be cheesy. Yup, it's probably not going to be original. But I wanted to write something, so here it is.

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Lilly's POV

"We're here," my best friend, Miley Stewart, said. She was currently dressed as her alter ego, Hannah Montana. Yep, that's right. Hannah Montana's real name is Miley Stewart, but you didn't hear it from me. You see, I also have an alter ego. Her name is Lola Lufnagle, and she's Hannah's very best friend. She goes to all of the events and parties and such.

Me and Miley got out of the limo and walked backstage. Miley went into her dressing room to get ready.

"Hannah Montana, to the stage" boomed out from the speakers backstage and Miley ran up to her spot, doing some more vocal exercises to warm up.

I sat back and watched the concert. Man, Miley is so lucky. She has a great voice, and tons of adoring fans. I really wish I had a voice…

I saw Miley walking off of the stage after taking her final bows. Wow, the concert is already over? I must've zone out.

"You were great!" I said as I hugged her.

"Thanks," she replied. She walked into her dressing room to change into some plain jeans, a tank, and a velour jacket.

"Come one, let's go," she said. I turned to follow her, but I ran into someone. I fell onto the cold, hard floor of the backstage area.

"Hey, watch where you're going!" I shouted at the person. And that's when I looked up to see who it was.