Chapter One: Thanks, Sacramento

“Thank you Sacramento,” 15 year old teen pop star Hannah Montana yelled into the microphone at Handel Concert Hall in Sacramento. She ran off stage and into her dressing room. 15 minutes later she walked out as a regular teenager with brown hair.

“Daddy, I’m ready, lets go,” she said to her dad and manager, Robbie Ray.

“Kay, Miles, just one sec bud, we gotta go out the main doors so no one thinks we know Hannah. Lord knows we could get mobbed,” her dad said as he pulled her the other way.

“Daddy, you’re getting a little over-dramatic,” Miley said, laughing, as she went the other way, with her dad by her side. They walked out, and into a regular Honda car; it was the first time Miley had ever gone home from a Hannah concert without the limo.

“Shoot, I hate these little cars,” said her dad, who preferred large vehicles, such as pick-up trucks.

“Yeah, but Daddy, we can’t drive out of here looking like hillbilly’s, so stop complaining.”

“I ain’t complaining, I just don’t like these cars, how the heck’d your mom drive ‘em, I’ll always wonder.” Robbie said this with a hint of sadness in his voice, for Miley’s mom had passed away 4 years ago. (a/n: remember, Miley is 15 in this story, even though she’s fourteen in the series)

Miley let the silence stay there. She casually put her iPod earphones in her ears and started listening. A Hannah song, ‘If We Were A Movie’, came on. Miley remembered she had written that song for Jake Ryan, back in her middle school days when she had had a crush on him. Neither of them had actually taken their feelings for serious feelings, but eventually they got together. However, they had broken up two days before, when Miley had found out Jake had kissed another girl in Romania while he was shooting his movie ‘Turn on Ends’. (a/n: I just gave his movie a random name)

Miley started singing along to the song, however, she changed the lyrics.

If we were a movie

You’d be the sad guy

And I’d be the best friend
Who’d fall for someone else

In the end you’d be crying

Watching the sunset

Fade to black

Show the names

Play that lonely song

Wish I could say you didn’t miss

But words are only in my mind

I see it

Could make you crazy

If we were a movie

You’d be the sad guy

And I’d be the best friend
Who’d fall for someone else

In the end you’d be crying

Watching the sunset

Fade to black

Show the names

Play that lonely song

Miley replayed the song over and over as she slowly drifted off to sleep, prepared for the ride from Sacramento to Malibu.

It was a dull crash that opened Miley’s eyes. She looked beside her. Her dad was lying on the steering wheel, his head bloody.

“Daddy!” Miley screamed. She tried to shake him, but nothing worked. “Daddy wake up!”

Another dull crash threw Miley forward. She hit her head on the front of the car. The airbag opened up. It gave Miley air to breathe. Unfortunately, the airbag was broken, so it went in, and then out, then in again, where it fell limply against the floor.

Another crash and Miley once again hit her head. Blood was dripping down the side of her head. Two more hits to her head, then one crash and her whole body flew forward against the windshield. Miley moaned, and blacked out.

“No, no, it can’t be,” said Miley’s dad, shaking his head. It had been two days after the accident. He had just received news that Miley, his daughter, may never wake again.

“It is. I’m really sorry, Mr. Stewart, but we’ve done everything we can. Miley is in a coma, and there’s nothing we can do,” said Dr. Eleanor Travis, the doctor who was treating Miley.

“There must be something,” Robbie Ray said.

“Well, there are a few things. We could take your daughter off life support, and let her body fight, since she probably won’t ever be awake again.”

“No, I’m not giving up on her.”

“Well, we could always give her a surgery. However, it’s extremely risky, and even if she lives through it, she won’t know anything, not who she is, who you are, or even basic things, such as colors and numbers. However, very few people survive this surgery. And of course, we could leave her like she is now.”

“I’m not going to lose anyone else. For now lets leave her like this, see what happens,” Mr. Stewart said.

“Wise choice,” said Dr. Travis. “And Mr. Stewart, if it makes you feel better, we’re not going to give up on her either. The world needs Hannah Montana.”

“How’d you know?” Robbie asked, surprised.

“Hospitals know these things,” Dr. Travis said, winking, as she left the room.