Play Your Music

by peace.love.jonas.kara

What happens when Tess finds Mitchie's music, and knows that Mitchie is the girl Shane's looking to find? Will Tess be the bigger person, or will she steal Mitchie's song and try to pass it off as her own? More importantly, who will Shane believe?

1. Who Will I Be?

Okay, here's chapter one! It's short, I know. And thank you so much for the reviewssss! I was shocked to see that I had gotten 12 emails with this story being favorited, reviews, alerts, and ahhhh thank you guys so much! The chapter's stupid 'cause it's just the beginning, but yeah here it is!

Who will I be?

It's up to me.

Oh, the never ending possibilities.

I woke up that morning not really knowing what to expect. Although I had secretly been hiding Camp Rock brochures all around my house, so I expected I was going to be told that I was going there! Oh no, you're probably really confused. Let's just settle some things first.

My name is Mitchie Torres. I'm 15, and live here with my mom and dad. Yes, sadly I'm an only child. I love music. It's a passion of mine. I want to succeed in the music industry in so many ways, but I just don't know how. I figure Camp Rock is a good start.

So I stood up and walked over to my closet. I pulled out a few different outfits, but settled on jeans and a cute short-sleeved babydoll shirt. I grabbed my songwriting notebook and headed downstairs. My mom was standing over the table and she put a plate with a cheese omlet at my place. I looked at the t.v. and said, " Mom, Hot Tunes is on. Turn it up, please?" My mom grabbed the remote and raised the volume. It showed a picture of that conceited singer Shane Gray. I pretended to gag, " Eh, nothing special."

My mom laughed, " Why aren't you like your normal friends and obsessed with this boy?"

I smiled, " I'm not normal, and I don't obsess over jerks. I prefer down-to-Earth people."

My mom said, " Speaking of down-to-Earth, why did I find a Camp Rock brochure on the refridgerator this morning?" Yes, she's going to say that I'm going!

I shrugged, " It must've fallen out of my bag. And what does that have to do with being down-to-Earth?"

My mom said, " How did it 'fall' onto the fridge? And I don't know."

I smiled slyly, "Well, I guess it's meant to be then, isn't it?"

My mom changed her tone, " I'm sorry, sweetie. I really, am. But.. maybe next year, okay? I'm really sorry."

I nodded, " I know.. Well, better get to school. Last day, don't wanna be late!"

My mom kissed my forehead, " Alright, honey. Have a nice day!"

I said, " Yeah, uh thanks.. I will." And I moped out of the kitchen.