AN: Here's my new story, I hope you guys like it. Mitchie was forced to move to England when her mother got offered a new job at the end of Camp Rock. After an accident Mitchie ends up with amnesia, forgetting almost everything about her American life, including her summer at Camp Rock. What happens when she and Shane meet again after a Connect 3 concert? Find out in 'The Missing Piece'.
Disclaimer: I'm only putting it in this chapter: I don't own anything, except the basic idea and some of my own characters.
Chapter 1: Guess what!
"Mitchie, Mitchie, Mitchie!" Tia exclaimed as she ran down the corridor and into their usual room. Mitchie glanced up, chuckling as she noticed just how flustered her friend looked.
"Where's the fire?" She asked as Tia took a seat beside her, an excited grin plastered on her face.
"You'll never guess what I have." Tia said, gaining Mitchie's full attention.
"The new T.J Tyler album?" Mitchie suggested. They'd both pre-ordered the album and it was due to arrive any day now. The two girls were major music fans and T.J Tyler was just one of their current obsessions.
"No, but the post hadn't arrived when I left this morning, so maybe I do. This is even better than that though." Tia explained as their teacher walked into the room. "I'll tell you later." She whispered.
"I'll hold you to that." Mitchie responded as Mrs Reeves started to take attendance. Mitchie turned her attention back to the music homework she had to finish before lunch. They had to write a new song with both music and lyrics. Not a hard task in Mitchie's opinion, she'd been constantly writing songs for as long as she could remember, though granted that wasn't too long thanks to the accident, but still it came naturally to her. However this time she was stuck. She needed lyrics for the bridge so she could finish the song, but she could not think of any. What made it worse was that she sensed she'd been in exactly this position before but thanks to her little brain malfunction, she couldn't remember the solution.
"Mitchie Torres?" Mrs Reeves called out.
"Here." She responded. She sighed, closing her music book and returning it to her bag, deciding there was no point trying to finish without a piano. That was the one good thing about this whole amnesia thing, whilst she'd forgotten most of her memories, she'd retained the ability to play musical instruments as well as the usual skills learnt at a young age (reading, writing, walking, talking etc) which was apparently normal in cases like hers.
The bell rang and everyone rushed from the room, most in a hurry to get to their first class of the day.
"You have a free first right?" Tia checked as she and Mitchie casually walked down the corridor.
"Yeah, Hartley isn't in so I don't have English. Where do you want to spend it?"
"As if you have to ask." Tia said. The two girls rarely had free periods together but when they did, they usually spent them in the music room. Mr Ditune had grown fond of them over the last year and so was only too happy to allow them free use of the instruments.
As Mitchie took a seat at the piano a few minutes later, she remembered Tia's earlier excitement.
"So what were you trying to tell me earlier?" She asked whilst her fingers played a simple tune, filling the room with soft music.
"Oh yeah, I can't believe I forgot!" Tia responded as she opened her bag, searching through it. "What are you doing Friday night?" Mitchie thought for a moment.
"As far as I'm aware, nothing, though I'll have to check." One of the effects of her amnesia was an increase in forgetfulness, resulting in Mitchie repeatedly double or treble booking herself.
"Well you better make sure you're free because you're not going to want to miss out on this." Tia said as she pulled two tickets from her bag and slid them onto the piano, right into Mitchie's eye line. The seventeen year old stopped playing and inspected them, her eyes widening as she read the artist name.
"Your dad got them? I thought he said they were sold out?" Mitchie asked, excitement bubbling up inside her.
"They were, but he managed to pull a few strings and call in a few favours and voila, two front row tickets." Tia smiled proudly. It had taken a lot of persuasion to get her dad to do this for them.
"No freaking way!" Mitchie said, leaping from the piano stool and wrapping her arms around Tia.
"It's going to be the best night of our lives." Tia stated.
"And the longest week ever too. I hate having to wait for stuff, it's so frustrating." Mitchie said as she returned to the piano, starting to play the song she was working on.
"I swear I've heard that somewhere before." Tia said, taking a seat beside Mitchie.
"Please don't say that otherwise I'm screwed." Mitchie complained, hoping she wasn't accidentally writing an old pop song that she'd forgotten she'd heard before (she'd done that earlier in the year, leading to one of the most embarrassing days of her life.) Tia shrugged.
"I've probably just heard you play it. It's really good." She complimented, making Mitchie blush.
The girls continued to chat and plan for Friday as Mitchie struggled to write her song. Eventually the bell sounded, separating them for rest of the day, their schedules not matching up one bit.
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"This week has seriously dragged." Mitchie complained as she grabbed her stuff from the locker at the end of the day on Friday.
"Just think, in a few hours we'll be seeing Connect 3, live!" Tia squealed excitedly.
"Well, well, well if it isn't Miss forgetful." Mitchie glanced up from the white stiletto that had appeared beside her bag. Have you remembered that you don't have a life yet?" This girl was not very good at insults, though she liked to think she was.
"What do you wanted Steffi?" Mitchie sighed as she slammed her locker shut, standing so she was face to face with her. Steffi was the school's resident bitch. She'd hated Mitchie from her first day. She was an absolute stereotype: pretty, bitchy blond with an extreme fake tan. The type of girl every guy claimed to want to be with and who every girl who wasn't a part of her little gang made sure to try and steer clear of.
"I just wanted to say have fun at the concert tonight." Steffi said before walking away down the corridor. "Oh, and" She stopped and spun round, a nasty smirk crossing her face. "I'll see you there." She winked before strutting out of the building, leaving the two girls very unimpressed.
"She's going too? You have got to be kidding me." Mitchie moaned as she grabbed her bag and followed Tia out to the car park.
"I wouldn't worry about it Mitchie, so what if she's there, she won't have as good a time as us and it's not like we'll even see her. Wembley is huge, there's no chance we'll bump into her." Tia reasoned as she unlocked her car.
"You do realise that now you've said that, we're going to end up sitting next to her or something." Mitchie replied as she dumped her bag on the passenger seat of her own car.
"Even more so after that." Tia joked, dreading the idea of spending an entire evening with Steffi.
"So you'll get to mine at like six then I'll drive us to the stadium, right?" Mitchie asked, confirming their plans for the evening.
"I may come a bit earlier if that's cool?" Mitchie informed her it was, "You sure you're okay to drive?"
"Tia, it's been six months since the crash and I've driven almost every day for the last four. I'm pretty sure I'm capable of driving there and back safely." Mitchie stated.
"No I meant you sure you don't mind. I know you're capable of it." Tia explained, laughing at her friend's assumption. "I'll see you at about six." The girls shared a hug before getting in their respective cars and heading home.
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"What time will you be back?" Connie asked as she watched her daughter getting ready.
"I dunno, probably around midnight? I still can't believe I'm seeing Connect 3 live!" She hadn't stopped smiling since she'd gotten home, which made Connie smile too. She hadn't been sure about letting Mitchie go but after consulting the doctor about it, Connie had agreed and was hopeful that tonight could be the exact memory jog her daughter needed to remember her American life. That was why she hadn't told Mitchie about her previous encounter with Connect 3, hoping a sudden realisation would be more powerful.
The doorbell rang and Mitchie flew down the stairs in excitement. Connie chuckled as she followed her daughter at a much slower pace.
"Hey Mitch!" Tia greeted as the door opened.
"You got everything? Tickets? Money? Directions?" Mitchie asked as she allowed her friend to enter the house whilst she searched for her bag.
"Yes, yes and I borrowed my dad's sat nav so I doubt we'll get lost. Hi Connie" Tia said as Mrs Torres entered the room, Mitchie's bag in her hands.
"Looking for this?" She asked before handing the bag over.
"Thanks. We better get going, don't want to get there too late." Mitchie said, pulling Tia back over to the door.
"Remember Mitchie, if anything happens your father and I are only a phone call away." Since the accident Connie couldn't help but worry about her seventeen year old.
"We'll be fine mom, stop worrying. Bye!" She gave her a quick hug before grabbing the keys.
"Have fun girls." She waved to them until they were out of the drive. Perhaps after tonight she'd have her Mitchie back properly. She could only hope.
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"Road trip!" Tia said as the car turned out of Mitchie's road. "So, new stuff or classic?" She asked, holding up two Connect 3 albums.
"I haven't listened to the whole of the new album yet." Mitchie admitted.
"New it is." Tia said, sliding the CD into the player and turning it up.
"Do you know what songs they're doing tonight?" Mitchie asked nearly an hour later as they neared the stadium.
"No clue, I avoided it on purpose, want to be surprised, you know?"
"Same, it's not fun knowing everything beforehand."
"There it is!" Tia exclaimed pointing at the large lit up building ahead of them.
"So where do I park?" They followed the signs into the nearby multi-storey.
"We're going to see Connect 3!" The girls squealed as they walked over to the main entrance, an act most people walking towards the arena also partook in.
"Tickets?" The guy behind the desk asked. Their excitement grew as the girls watched him inspect their tickets, knowing it wasn't long until they'd be seeing the performance. "Looks like you'll be needing these too." The guy said, handing over two passes. "When the show's over go to the right-hand side of the stage and show these to the guy on security, he'll tell you where to go." Tia thanked him, taking the passes from him and dragging a stunned Mitchie toward their seats.
"Backstage?" Mitchie said, shocked, as she inspected the pass Tia had handed her.
"Did I forget to mention that fact?" Tia joked as they arrived at their seats. She knew how excited her friend would be about actually getting to meet them, especially Shane Grey, who Tia knew was Mitchie's favourite, which is why she'd taken the decision to keep quiet about the extra special aspect her dad had arranged. It had been hard to keep her mouth shut all week and she was rather proud she'd managed it.
"You rock girl!" Mitchie said as she gave her friend a massive hug. She could tell tonight was going to be one of the best of her life. She would meet the Shane Grey, the best looking guy in the music industry. How many girls could claim they'd done that?
"Well look who it is." Mitchie practically growled as she heard Steffi's annoying voice beside her. Tia laughed at her friend's reaction.
"You have got to be kidding." Mitchie muttered as she saw the blond take a seat beside her. They were in a massive arena with twelve and a half thousand seats, and the one person she wanted to avoid that evening just happened to be sat next to her. Sometimes life wasn't fair.
Before any more words could be exchanged between the two school enemies the lights dimmed, alerting the crowd that the opening act was about to start.
"Apparently this girl won some sort of competition in America to record with Shane Grey and she was so good the label signed her instantly and gave her the position on the tour. Plus she's our age! How lucky is she?" Tia whispered as the excitement built up in the stadium, the crowd waiting to see whether the warm up act would be any good. Mitchie was jealous of whoever it was. Her dream was to be a rock star standing on stage in front of thousands of screaming fans and she was about to see a girl who had already made it, working alongside a top group no less, at a ridiculously young age. She wondered if she'd ever been brave enough in her past life to enter similar competitions.
"Lucky bitch." Mitchie joked as multiple coloured lights lit the stage, before a bright white spotlight shone on the back wall which slowly slid apart revealing a long black hair girl who just exuded confidence. Those that knew her would never guess this was the same girl who had been purely a follower the summer before. The crowd cheered as the girl strummed her guitar, starting to play her single. In the front girl one girl stood confused, glimpses of a memory attacking her mind. Her head ached and her lips muttered a single word with no instruction from her brain.
"Peggy?" Mitchie whispered as she stared uncertainly at the girl on stage in front of her. She had no recollection of meeting her yet Mitchie couldn't shake the feeling there had been a time when she'd known this incredibly talented girl.