Welcome to the sequel of The Reason That I'm Singing. You may want to read that story first in order to understand this one properly.

I really hope you guys enjoy this first chapter and that this story is as successful as my other one.

Someone I know passed away a few days ago which is why I didn't upload this chapter straight away as I really wasn't in the mood to. I have several chapters written out though so I'll try and update as frequentely as possible, depending on how much you guys motivate me to. Just kidding haha.

Anyway; I guess I should let everyone know that I do not own Camp Rock, I simply own my own original characters and the plot ;)

Here we go again :)

Here We Go Again: Chapter 1

"That was Mitchie Torres performing 'Get Back' from her debut album, 'Don't Forget', which is in stores tomorrow. Good night everyone, we will see you next week." The host said.

As soon as the red light on the camera was off I ran off the stage into Shane's arms.

"You did amazing, how do you feel about going to a Wal-Mart to buy your album at midnight?"

"I feel as if we should be heading over there already." I responded, smiling.

I thanked the producers of the show before going to my dressing room to get my belongings; Caitlyn and Savannah followed me.

I had gotten my driver's licence a couple weeks beforehand, surprisingly on my first attempt. I honestly thought I wouldn't pass on my first go. I hadn't gotten a car yet, I hadn't gotten around to looking at cars because I had gotten busier and busier as the days went on.

I also had filmed my music video for 'Get Back' and it had just been released to promote the album.

Caitlyn and I had been off school for the past few weeks to promote the album and had been having a tutor again. We would go back to school as soon as the need to promote my album died down a little bit.

Savannah was now almost three months pregnant; she still had some morning sickness but she didn't need to pee all the time like she had been doing. There was the slightest bump on her stomach which was barely visible, it was only noticeable if you lifted up her shirt and placed your hand on her stomach to feel it.

"Can you believe that your album comes out in not even an hour?" Caitlyn asked.

"I can't! I'm so excited!" I squealed.

Savannah laughed at me, "Okay, let's get your stuff and go already, I want to see your album on the shelves."

Nate and Jason were back at the apartment, they wanted to come but Nate thought it would be better if all of Connect 3 didn't come. He was worried they'd take the spotlight off me, even though I assured him otherwise.

We were escorted out the stage door by security and made our way through the crowd until we got into the safety of our limo.

There was a crowd of about fifty waiting outside of Wal-Mart when we got there, they had temporarily shut the store for the release. I couldn't believe they were doing that just for my album.

There was a staff member outside the store trying to keep the crowd in check as there was about fifteen minutes until midnight.

We all got out the limousine and that's when everyone seemed to notice us.

The security guard, that was with us, got us to the front door without the fans swarming us.

The staff member, recognizing us, instantly let us in to the empty store where there were only a few workers inside.

It didn't take long at all to find the rack loads of c-ds that had my face on them.

We each grabbed one and took them to the registers to pay.

"Wow, I just bought my own album. My own album is on a shelf in a store!" I squealed, jumping up and down.

Shane kissed my forehead, "Congrats, Mitch."

"I think we should warn you, your fans are about to come in." One of the staff members told me.

"No, that's fine. I'll sign their c-d's if they want." I told him.

"I'm going to go slip outside and wait in the limo for you girls. I want the attention solely on you."

Before I could object, he pecked me on the lips and disappeared from my sight.

Sure enough, fans rushed inside not long later and noticed us girls standing off slightly to the side.

I gladly signed everyone's' c-ds and took photos with some before Caitlyn, Savannah and I had to go.

We got back out to the limousine where Shane was waiting for us, "How'd it go?" He asked.

"Great, it feels so good to know you have loyal fans." I sighed dreamily.

Shane had gotten a copy for each Nate and Jason, when we got back to the apartment Jason opened his happily to look at the booklet inside.

"I signed everyone's c-ds." I told Nate.

"Why didn't you sign mine?" Jason pouted.

I giggled and grabbed a pen.

'To Jason. Love always, Mitchie.'

"Mommy tired?" Shane asked as Savannah let out a yawn.

"Mommy had a long day today; I was up at seven for school." She reminded him.

"I know, go get some rest."

Shane and I went to bed not too long later, I went into his room to get all my make-up off my face.

"What's up panda-eyes?" He smirked, coming into the bathroom.

I had all black smeared around me eyes as I was in the middle of removing it. I did look like a panda.

I laughed and continued to get it all off.

I was glad to get into his bed only a few minutes later, I just needed to lie down; I had been on my feet all day.

"So it's your birthday on Monday." Shane pointed out.

"Really?" I teased.

"You will be eighteen, you are getting old."

"Not as old as you." I pointed out.

He laughed at this, "You will be an adult."

"I know, which means I'm legally allowed to marry you. We really could go off to Vegas if need be." I proposed.

"As enticing as that sounds, I know you want a proper wedding."

"So when will we get married? I mean I need to try and schedule it in to my now-busy life."

"Nice try, I've told you before I won't say anything."

"Whatever, Pop Star. I'm going to sleep then." I huffed.

He chuckled and kissed my forehead, "Night, Mitchie."

...

I had interviews galore the first week of my album's release, as well as my own show at the Gramercy Theater.

I hadn't done my own shown before without the guys, however they would be there to support me.

My sound check went smoothly and I ended up chilling in my own dressing room that had my name written on the door.

"You are a star." Caitlyn laughed.

I was nervous to say the least. I had become so confident in performing at concerts, but I guess that was because people were there to see Connect 3 as well as me. So if I sucked, they at least had Connect 3 on after me to make up for it.

"Don't be stupid, Mitchie." Shane told me.

"Yeah," Nate agreed, "You are an awesome performer. They are your fans and they want to hear you sing."

Okay, so maybe I wasn't thinking clearly. The performance went amazing; it was so good to hold a concert where I was the only performer people were paying to see. I still couldn't wrap my head around the idea that people loved listening to my music, even though it had been over a year since 'This Is Me' came out.

I was completely dead when we got home, I was and exhausted and just wanted to climb into bed.

"No fancy after parties?" Shane chuckled at me.

"God, no." I groaned, falling backwards onto Shane's bed. I had no intention of getting up.

"You did great." He said, shutting his door and coming over to the foot of the bed.

"Not to sound up myself but I think I did too." I agreed.

He laughed at this and lifted up my right foot and pulled my knee-high boot off it before doing the same with my other one.

He then got on top of me and began kissing along my neck, making his way up to my mouth.

I used my remaining energy to kiss him back but soon pulled away, leaving my eyes closed and burying my head into my pillow.

"Mitchie." He whined.

"It's not like we're married and I'm your wife saying no to sex." I yawned.

"No, but you are my girlfriend who is saying no to making out." He retorted.

"I'm tired." I complained, opening my eyes to meet his.

"You need to get changed." He murmured, looking down at my skinny-leg jeans and band shirt.

"Tired." I repeated myself, grinning.

Shane took this as permission to unzip my jeans and pull them off. He grabbed my pyjama pants and I helped him get them on me.

"I'll just sleep in the shirt." I whispered, closing my eyes again.

Shane must have got changed because it took him at least a minute to get into the bed, then pulling the covers back so I could get under them too.

"Love you." I whispered.

"Love you too."

...

Monday morning I woke up in my bed, I had been brought home the day before.

My mom was in the kitchen making breakfast and mydad was home for the morning to spend some time with me before going to work.

"How's my birthday girl?" My dad asked, hugging me.

"My little girl is eighteen!" My mom squealed, joining in on the hug.

"I feel old." I admitted.

"Just wait until you graduate and get married. You will feel old then." My mom warned me.

I spent the morning with both of my parents until my dad had to go to work.

"You'll get your present tonight." Dad told me, as he hugged me goodbye.

"You and I are going shopping." Mom told me once he left.

"For anything in particular?" I asked.

"A dress for you for tonight."

Shane was taking me out for dinner that night to celebrate. I had celebrated the day before with the others.

"Any ideas as to what he got me?" I asked.

"You know I can't tell you."

"What can you tell me?"

She laughed at my eagerness, "I can't tell you anything."

"I'm supposed to be the favourite." I pouted, playfully.

"Well maybe my son is the new favourite." She teased.

I smiled at her calling Shane her son, he would be one day.

That's what made me stop to think, perhaps he was going to propose tonight and my mom was trying to find a way around telling me directly.

When we got to the shops we went into a brand new dress shop where my mom and in began to scale the racks.

I tried on a few dresses; the green one (although Shane's favourite colour) was too big around my waist, the orange one didn't suit my complexion and the white one my mom said no to.

"What's wrong with it?" I questioned her.

"You can't wear white tonight." She answered simply.

I knew why, a bride couldn't expect that she was going to get proposed to. I saw 'Legally Blonde', it makes sense. You can't expect that you're going to be proposed to.

"Why?" I smirked.

"You can't wear white to dinner; you will spill something on yourself." She laughed.

I rolled my eyes.

"May I recommend something?" One of the sales assistants asked, coming over to me.

"Sure."

"It's new and very simple. Yet, it's timeless; you'd be able to wear it again and again." She informed me grabbing a dress off the racks and handing it to me.

It was pretty simple and black; you could never have enough black though.

I went back into the changing room and slipped it on, discarding the white dress.

I looked at myself in the mirror; I had to admit that it looked good.

It had thins black straps and was a square-cut across my chest. It really emphasized my boobs, which rarely happened with me. Under my boobs, the material crossed over itself (making it a little tighter) before flowing out a little. It was fairly short, yet classy.

I stepped out of the dressing room and I swore my mom looked like she was about to cry, "That's the one."

The sales assistant nodded in agreement.

"I love it." I admitted.

...

I got ready in anticipation of what the night could hold for me.

My beautiful black dress was hanging up on the back of my door so it wouldn't wrinkle and I had pulled a pair of black stilettos out of my closet to wear with it.

I sat down at my mirror and began to curl my hair, styling my bangs to the side for the night.

I did my eyes in black, making sure to not over-do it.

I put on the necklace that Shane had got me last Christmas as well as the earrings he got me the Christmas before that.

It was ten minutes before Shane was due to arrive, so I quickly got changed into my dress and grabbed a small silver clutch in the process to put my lip-gloss and cell phone in.

I heard a car pull up a little over ten minutes later and I went over to my window to see Shane getting out his car.

I took one last glance in the mirror and slipped into my heels.

"Shane's here." My mom yelled out, after I heard the front door open and close.

I left my room and walked downstairs where my mom, dad and Shane were waiting for me.

Shane looked at me in awe, "You look hot." He gasped.

My dad cleared his throat, coughing.

"Nice, you look nice." Shane corrected himself rather quickly.

"You look nice too." I said, kissing him on the cheek once I got downstairs. He was wearing a black suit with a black shirt and a silver tie. His hair was perfectly styled of course.

"When do you want us home?" Shane asked my parents.

"No curfew tonight." My mom answered.

I was a bit surprised at this and said goodbye before they could change their minds.

"So where are we going?" I asked as Shane shut the front door behind us.

"You'll see." He grinned, looking over at the limousine at the front of the house.

"So you drove down and had a limo follow you?" I asked, incredulously.

"No, this is a local one I hired for tonight. Nothing is too good for you on your birthday; you only turn eighteen once after all."

We went to a romantic Italian restaurant that was quite intimate, it had candles lighting up the whole place and roses everywhere.

After dinner and desert we simply chatted before Shane brought up my birthday again.

"Mitchie, you are eighteen now. You've grown so much since I met you and you've made me a much better person. I love you more than anything on this earth so I wanted to get you the best gift I could think of. The guys, the girls and your parents are all in on this by the way." He told me whilst reaching into his jacket pocket, "You mean the world to me Mitchie Torres."

He pulled out a small box and held it out across the table to me.

Could Shane be proposing to me right now even though I had just turned eighteen?

Could this be it, right now?

Do I keep writing? What did you think?