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Lilys P O V

I layed on Mileys bed as she picked out a gold and pink outfit for Hannah Montanas adition today. Lola got to be there too, but I waited for Miley to pick an outfit before I did. She had pink pants with a gold shirt and belt and pink sunglasses. She looked really great. I sat up and got a blue tunic dress over destroyed jeans. I was feeling a little sick to my stomach but that was probably just the nerves talking, even though I never felt this sick from nerves before. I swallowed a couple tums and went back to Mileys room.

"So 'Lola', do you think these beach heels are a little much?" she asked me.

"No, I love them!" I said. Ever since we had become friends Miley had gotten a few pairs of shoes in my size. Now she grows in to them so we can share.

"Really? The view is great from up here!" she exclaimed.

"You look great in them," I said.

"Okay, let me grab my purse and we are out of here! And whatever happens I will not let anybody try to put more make-up on me," she said.

I laughed. Miley always liked the way she did her make up instead of her artist.

"Is Jackson coming?" I asked.

"Yeah, so is Oliver," she said.

I never told Miley how much I love Jackson but I think she already knows.

"Are we picking up Oliver or is he coming over?" I asked.

"I'm right here," he said opening the door.

"Hey you fool! We could have been changing!"

"Guess we are all lucky then," he said.

"Alright, your dad told me to come get you. He says we have fifteen minutes until we are supposed to be at your adition."

Oh, yeah, I forgot to tell you. Miley, I mean 'Hannah Montana' might land a movie roll in a movie. It's about a girl trying to go on with her dream of becoming a famous softball star, but her brother is very sick, so she doesn't know if she leave her hometown to go to Japan for training.

"Okay let's go," she said.

We all went downstairs to the limo and proceeded our way to the arena where the aditions where.

"Hi I'm Hannah Montana," said Miley.

"Hello," the director said shaking hands with her.

I left to go to the vending machines while they all talked.

"You okay Lil- I mean Lola?" asked Oliver.

"Why do you ask?"

"You look kind of pale," he said.

"I don't feel very good, I think it was just dinner," I lied.

"Why don't you just go sit and watch aditions?"

"I'm gonna get some apple juice for my throat," I said. Oliver knows Apple Juice was my favorite drink ever since I was five. I know it's kind of corny, since most teens like pop.

"Okay, I'll go get us some seats behind the directors," he said.

After fighting the machine to take my dollar, I finally got what I needed and found Oliver. Miley was up three people away from this lame girl on stage. I couldn't recognize her though. I guessed she wasn't famous. Three people later, and about thirty seven yawns, two sneezes, and a bottle of apple juice later, it was Mileys turn. She did awesome. I didn't know she could act. It took about four hours all together before we left. I thought it was kind of boring. Miley was the last one. The director stood up and announced they will tell who made it anywhere from three to four weeks.

"Was I good?" she asked in the limo.

"You were awesome!" I said.

We talked like that for a while before getting to Mileys at about eleven thirty.

I didn't feel like talking anymore so I changed, thanked her, congradulated her, and then walked down the street three houses to get home.

The next morning I didn't feel well at all. I went over to Mileys first thing in the morning after saying good bye to my parents. They were going to be gone for eight days for a buisness meeting in Iowa. They said to behave the next couple days at Mileys. When I got there, Miley only had to take one look at me.

"Woah," she said.

"What?" I asked.

"You don't look very good," she said.

"I don't feel very good."

"Why don't you just lay down?" she asked.

"I'm fine," I said.

"Not by the way you look," she said.

"Really, I'm fine," I protested.

"Well, Olivers coming over later."

"Okay."

I was so tired I just fell asleep within time. When I woke up about an hour later there was a bucket by me.

"What's this?" I asked Miley when I opened my eyes completely.

Jackson came in and said you didn't look very well so he brought you a puke bucket.

"Lovely."

We watched a movie before Oliver came over and laughed through it. It was a comedy of course.

"Woah," he said walking in the door.

"What?" I asked. Please don't say what I think he's going to say.

"You don't look-"

I threw a pillow at his face. Direct hit straight to the mouth.

"I wouldn't tell her that," explained Miley.

"I know I don't look good, I feel like I'm gonna throw up my breakfast."

"Eew. Atleast there's a bucket."

"Ugh," I said to him putting a pillow over my face.

Miley turned on the radio and we looked through the yearbook and talked about guys. And girls for Oliver. Then I decided it was time to surrender my breakfast to the bucket in front of me. When I turned around Oliver was holding my hair.