Note: I'm using their real names. Miley may be in Lily's body, but I will still call her Miley. And the person in Oliver's body is Lily, and the person in Miley's body will be called Oliver. Get it?
The three (all in their different bodies) met at the Stewarts' house. "What are we going to do?" Miley sighed. "Oliver can't go on tour as Hannah! The whole tour is live!" Her words felt weird coming out of Lily's voice box. Oliver looked at her skeptically. "Why not? I have your incredibly high-pitched girly voice. And I know how to sing. I just couldn't sing well as Oliver."
Miley still felt uncomfortable. "You can't dance," she pointed out. "Actually," Lily inferred, "he can." Miley and Oliver stared at her. "Huh?"
"We can access everything that the other has ever thought of, plus what we remember from being in our own bodies," she explained patiently. "I can remember kissing Becca." She shivered uncomfortably. "That's what's bad about being in a guy's body. So, Oliver, basically, all you have to do is try to remember how to dance. Just use the dances Miley's used previously. It's a slice of cake. Try it."
Oliver slowly rose from his seat. "Um…alright. But don't laugh." He burst out into a dancing frenzy, nailing all of the moves Hannah had ever performed in the time span of a year or two. "You got a great memory," he commented in the middle of a dip spin.
Miley stopped him. "Okay, so I guess he could go on tour as me, but I don't want you to. I guess touring is just really special to me." Lily looked at her. "Miley, it's either A: Oliver goes as you or B: Hannah Montana cancels a tour for the first time ever." Miley put up her palm. "Ah, but you're wrong. There's another choice; C: We figure out why we and what the heck caused us switched places and we reverse it." She formed a fist with her right hand and brought it down on her open left hand for dramatic effect. "I like that plan better," Oliver agreed.
"Alright, so it's settled. We have a week to figure out what happened to us and fix it," Lily said importantly. "Miley, Oliver…Can you think of any leads?" Miley stared at her blankly. "Why can't I think of anything cute and witty?" she asked herself. "Because I have your brain," Oliver smirked, "and it just thought out a plan. Remember what that fortune cookie said? 'Because of past and feature feuds, what you've found, here in this food, will transform you until you see, from the other's P-O-V?' Or something along those lines. Apparently, we have to see from each other's P-O-V. What's a P-O-V?"
"I may not have my brain, but it's obviously point of view, stupid."
"Miley, be nice. Fighting is the whole reason we're here, in these bodies."
"You're right. But I just want my brain back. Oh, and my singing voice. Yeah, and my hair," Miley pouted. "Trust me, you will," Lily promised. "Oliver's onto something." She turned to address him. "We're going to need to see from each other's point of view, apparently. But how? I wonder if they can tell if we're being genuine. Actually seeing from someone's point of view could take forever. And we don't have school because of 'Healthy Mind Week,' so we won't be able to see ourselves working in school and be able to take pity or something."
"I'm sure it's more than school," Miley slowly ventured, "because I bet it has to do with other stuff. Like family, living conditions, etc. This is gonna be tough."
Again, sorry for the bad leaving point, but I have to go. AGAIN.