"Hey Austin, what did you pack for your big opening entrance?", Ally asks me.
I glance at her, then look back at the wet road ahead.
"Well, I was hoping Trish would sort it out for me! I mean, my style is chill, so dressy sense does not come easy!", I answer.
We're on our way to New York, for my first ever open-air concert.
It sold ten thousand tickets!
I hope it stops raining before the first act comes on.
"I bet she's fretting over it now, and her and Dez are starting a row about it!", Ally laughs, and I join in.
Suddenly, the car swerves, and stops on the breakdown part of the road, next to a wood. We are now facing the opposite way we were heading.
"Woah…", I say, "Are you alright, Ally?".
Ally's mouth is hanging open as she stares at the road. She points shakily ahead of us.
Two bright lights are racing towards us, and I realise that we're still on the road.
The lights are only about two metres away from us…
"AUSTIN!", Ally screams, and everything is black.

...

I wake up in a cold sweat, tears damp on my face.
It had seemed so real…
I could feel Ally in the dream, our arms touching on the car's arm rest. I start to cry fully.

Why am I the one in hospital?
Why couldn't Ally be the one to have survived?

I loved her so much…
But now I'll never be able to tell her.

"Austin…", a faint whisper says, "Don't cry… I'm still with you…".
I turn my head to my right, and I swear in that moment, I saw a translucent Ally… But then she is gone.

I sigh.

Why couldn't she stay longer? I want to talk to her, hear her voice again.
I glance at the clock: 5:47 am. Might as well go back to sleep.

As soon as I think about sleeping, that is what I am doing.

I'm in a white room, lying down.
"Get up, lazy bones!", a familiar voice exclaims, amused.
I jump up, seeing if the impossible is possible…
"ALLY!", I run to hug the delicate frame of my best friend.
"I knew you weren't fully gone!".

Ally laughs and hugs me back.

When she lets go, she looks up at me with serious eyes.
"You know why I'm inside your dream, don't you?", she asks.
I'm confused. Why would I know?
I shake my head."I need to come back, Austin. I'm not gone, I never will be. I need to come back.".
"Come back… As in…?", I trail off, my eyes wide.
"Yes, Austin. Come back.", she tells me.
"When you come out of hospital, on your first night, you will get a dream exactly like this. I will not visit you until then.".
I nod, a little dazed.
"Good. Now I'm going to come out of your dream. It'll switch to what you should be dreaming about.". She turns around, preparing.
"Oh, and Austin?".
"Yeah?".
"I love you too.".

And then my dream is about a mountain of hot fudge sundaes.

I wake with a start, again.
Could that of really just happened?
Can Ally come back? Does she really love me?
I look at the clock: 7:58.
Two minutes until the visiting starts, two minutes before breakfast.

Might as well sleep again!

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY, AUSTIN!", a voice shouts in my ear.
I wake with a start, for the third time.
"Knew that would wake you up.", a triumphant Trish says.
"Yeah...", I say, when I realise that we're the only ones in the room. "Next time, can you be a little, quieter?".

Trish grins evily.
"Trish...", I warn.
"Fine.", she agrees grumpily, "Guess I have to cancel the order of cowbells.".
I stare at her, eyebrows raised.
"Joking, joking!", she mutters hastily.
"Good...", I grumble.

Trish settles herself down on one of the chairs.
"Anyway, Austin.", she starts, turning business-like, "I've got ten thosound unhappy Austin Moon fans on my case. We can't afford a refund, as I spent half of the money on a celebration holiday - which I had to rebook. So, will you preform after you get out of this hell-hole? I can hire the stadium again, sort out everything...".
"I'll sing.", I confirm. "But I want my style to be different now. I'll sing love songs, sad songs, less songs about parties...".
Trish looks at me apprehensively. "Yeah, right!".
"Really,", I say, "I'm nearly sixteen... I need to grow up, mature.".
"If only Ally could hear you say that!", Trish exclaims, "She'll be having a happy fit!". She laughs for a bit.
"Okay then...", she starts, "We need to find out when you're out of here, then.".
"Tenth of July.", I inform her.
"That's in just two days!", she squeals, then coughs, "Well then, shall I book the concert for say, the twenty-fifth?".
I nod my approval.
"Okay. I'll go rub it in Demonica Dixon's face - I mean, book the concert, and everything.", she leaves the room, leaving me in a peaceful solitude.

I sigh happily.
It's good to be alone.
But my happy solitude is short-lived.

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