A/N: I'm telling you, eleven is the hardest age I have ever gone through. So much pressure from the parents. I hate it. So I'm sorry for not updating much, and that's my excuse. And this is for you short chapter loving people.

Gordo POV

"Oh, my gosh!" Lizzie exclaimed. "I-I can't do this. What if I mess up? What if I forget something? What if I trip?"

It was seven o'clock on Friday night, I was visiting in her Lizzie's room, and she was totally freaking out.

"What should I wear? Oh, yeah, I know that. Wait. What if I spill something on it? What if we crash when we're driving there? What if..."

"Lizzie, calm down. You're hysterical." I bit my lower lip.

"I don't care. Do you think I care? Do I look like I care? Of course I care. This could change my life forever and... You know what? I'm not going." She folded her arms stubbornly and sat down on a couch in her room.

"WHAT?" I was shocked. "You can't!"

"Yes, I can. I can not do this, Gordo! It's too hard!"

"Lizzie, you worked so hard. It's time for it to pay off."

"Okay... I'll go.

I came up to her and gave her a gigantic hug. She stopped talking.

"Hey, what was that for?"

"To shut you up."

"I can't help it. I'm so nervous." She sat down.

"You look beautiful, Lizzie. And you sing great, too. There's nothing to worry about." I said reassuringly.

She took a deep breath. "You're right." She nodded. "I'm going to get through this night."

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(A/N: I love to torture you guys, so all the stuff about her being nervous and her singing, I'm saving that for last. Yup, I skipped the concert! Just wait until the Grand Ilandra...)

I walked off stage quietly, holding roses and other things the crowd had tossed to me at the end of our performance. Paolo waved to everyone and took his fifty-hundredth bow.

"Lizzie, Lizzie!" He exclaimed. "We did it!"

Then was when it hit me. "OH,MY GOSH! WE DID! I WENT IN STAGE AND I SANG IN FRONT OF THE AUDIENCE!"

Animated Lizzie: Me? Lizzie McGuire? This is a dream, right?

Sergei went up onto the stage as Paolo and I settled into our seats in the front. "Now, I'm very proud to say that Paolo and Isabella have made it into the Grand Ilandra concert!"

I didn't listen to what he said next. I covered my mouth with my hand and started squealing. Gordo, who was sitting next to me, rolled his eyes. Paolo, who was sitting on the other side of me, was just as shocked as I was.

"Lizzie, we did it!" He said for the second time that day.

"I know! This is a dream come true!"

The audience started clapping, and I started to cry tears of joy.

"Hey, I thought you said only adults cry in times of happiness." Gordo pointed out. I smiled through my tears and hugged him tight. Then I hugged Paolo.

It was probably the best day of my life.