Okay, so just to let you know, this story has taken an interesting turn. At first, I thought this story would be a normal Moliver story but things have changed a little (kinda funny considering the title is Changes) and I think before it gets to the true juicy moliver part, there's going to be some Miley x Will action. I can pretty much promise you the ending will be very worthwhile so…please continue to read even though the moliver isn't really immediate. By the way, sorry I haven't posted lately and thanks for all the reviews!

OLIVER AKA OMAR POV

After FINALLY being able to get ready after the girls invaded the bathroom, I started to head over to the stadium. I could hear all the yelling from the stadium already in the parking lot and adrenaline was pumping through me. I had no real reason to be excited; I mean I wasn't doing anything except watching Miley perform. Not that that wasn't exciting. She always looked so breathtakingly beautiful onstage; always so poised, so perfect.

But it seemed like excitement was in the air and that maybe everything could go as planned tonight. Like maybe….just maybe I could tell Miley how I felt. I knew I had to do it and I wasn't scared. By now, I had tried at least five times to tell so all nervousness had left me and been replaced by the frustration of not being able to get it out. If the moment presented itself tonight, really presented itself, I would tell her. If it didn't, I would keep it contained inside for another day, the right day. I wasn't going to push it anymore I was just going to try a new approach, a much more natural approach.

I was in the parking lot, getting closer to the backstage door, when I saw Lilly peering out of it. She called to a bodyguard and both came quickly towards me.

She was talking a mile a minute. "Where have you been? Don't you know the concert has already started? Redemption just finished opening, they were awesome by the way, and now Will's just about to go on. And why don't you have a bodyguard or police officer with you or something?" she asked

"Why should I need one? I'm not famous." I said

Just as I said that five overly excited teenage girls came squealing towards me and Lilly.

"You're Omar O'Keefe, from the AIDS concert I caught on the tele a few days ago right? Hannah Montana's good friend." the one that looked to be the oldest said breathlessly.

I nodded, a little dumbfounded. They immediately all gave out a dreamy sigh.

"You were so good and I really think Hannah Montana thought so too or at least she looked pretty stunned by your voice. But who wouldn't be, right? You are AMAZING! Could we get your autograph?" one of them said, looking like she couldn't breathe.

"Uh…Sure I guess that'd be okay." I said putting on a smile and trying to hide my inner fear.

Again, they let out a dreamy sigh. They each handed me colorful autograph books which I took and signed my name on. I started to write Oliver but stopped myself before I made enough damage to have to cross it out.

"Oh Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" the only brunette told me.

"Okay ladies, how about you go and enjoy yourselves at the concert now? It's time for Omar and Lola to get backstage." The deep bass voice of the bodyguard told them.

"Oh! Could we please get Lola's autograph too?!" One whined

"Sorry, ladies maybe after the concert is over." The bodyguard said stepping in front of Lilly and I.

They let out a disappointed groan but left quickly all the same.

"That was weird." I told Lilly as they left.

"Dear boy, you must watch yourself a little more carefully. You're pretty famous right now for that song you sang with Hannah. It really touched people. Make sure you have a bodyguard with you at all times, do you understand?" The burly man preached at me.

I nodded. "Hannah's bodyguard, Roxie, is usually with all of us but she's doing Hannah's makeup right now."

"OH!' Lilly exclaimed "I was just going to tell you! Hannah's in there with Will and you need to get in there and tell her you like her before it's too late and Will asks her out."

"What?" I said "Why would he ask her out now? They barely know each other."

"It's just…the way he looks at her. He may be cute, but I think he's only trouble for her. I don't know there's just something weird about him. But Miley really likes him and…"

She must've seen my face fall because she stopped and said as if I was an idiot "That doesn't mean she doesn't like you. She's just trying to replace you because she thinks you don't like her."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah so what do I do about it?"

"What do you do about it?! You go in there and sweep her off her feet, that's what!"

"Not during a concert!"

"Well…just tell her you love her already and get it over with!"

"I don't love her…"

Lilly glared at me

"Okay, okay I love her. Happy now? How did you know anyway?" I said trying to look wounded.

Lilly gave a proud grin "I have my sources. So…you're going to tell her right?

"Of course I am! I was just thinking of waiting 'til…"

"NO!" she interrupted "No waiting. Tell her now! By the time the 'right' moment comes Will will already be married to her!"

I sent a "stop pressuring me" look over to Lilly. She knew that I didn't work well under pressure, and I knew that I couldn't just tell her on the spot. But Lilly was adamant.

"When we get in there either you're telling her or I'm telling her for you."

I let out a frustrated sigh. "Okay."

"Good boy Omar." She said patting me on the head.

So, once again I prepared in my mind exactly what I was going to say, desperately hoping that maybe this time she would listen to me.