AN: This is just a preview for my new story. AU WOWP and Camp Rock crossover Alex/Mitchie.

Set in the year 3000 (heeheehee)

P.S. If someone has an accent, I'll write their conversation parts differently, using spelling errors. Just sound it out and that'll be how it's suppose to sound. (And the guys from Camp Rock never went to Camp Rock. The only characters that know each other are Alex and Justin.) And I had to make up names for Nate, Jason, and I didn't know if Barry or Sander had last names so I just made some up. And Peggy's name I got off Wikipedia.

A lot of the tech stuff comes from Surviving Antartica. Nice little book, check it out.

The whole story is in Alex's POV

If something is double spaced, I did that to show that in the actual story more things happen. It's just cut up so this preview is short and simple. Bold is a big, scary dramatic voice. (heeheehee)

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In the Year 3000, there's a game show watched around the world.

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"You guys suck so much! I can't believe you made it on to the show. This is so not fair. Stupid age limit." Max crossed his arms and slouched down on the family couch.

"I can't believe my babies are going away to be on some stupid life-risking game show. And just for money." Our mother shook her head and pulled us into another group hug.

"Mom, we need that money." Justin whispered as she released us.

"Max's surgery. We all know what'll happen if he doesn't get it within the next year." I added, a silence falling over us.

"Your lives are important, too." She crossed her arms and gave us a sad smile. "But I guess I can't stop you. I believe in you kids. I've always had a feeling you'd go on to do great things. And who knows, if you stay on long enough, you might even get famous. You can win. You can win."

I looked over at Justin and sighed.

"We have to."

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Billions of viewers, twenty contestants, one winner.

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"We've got lots of variety this year! Teens from America, Canada, England, Australia, Japan, Mexico, Russia, and Spain!"

"I think it's time to meet our contestants!"

"You're one of the siblings aren't you?" A girl asked, holding out her hand. "I'm Caitlyn Gellar."

"Since we're doing introductions, I'm Tess Tyler." A blond girl, who was sitting on the single bed, said. She waited, her eyebrows raised as if we should know who she was. "...daughter of TJ Tyler?"

"Oh, right. I thought that was you. It must suck that your mom hasn't won any awards in two decades. You must Hannah Montanna for taking her spotlight." A tall girl who had taken the bed under Mitchie Torres' said.

"And you are?" Tess asked, attitude flowing off her.

"Peggy Warburton." She replied, smiling.

"I'm Ella Pador!" A girl standing in the doorway exclaimed, smiling and waving at us.

"What about you?" Tess questioned to the girl on the other top bunk.

"Oh, I'm Mitchie Torres." She shrugged.

My eyes were glued to her.

She was beautiful.

"Ladies, let's go! You're blocking the hall." A guy with nice hair and bad mood exclaimed.

"That's Shane Gray." Mitchie whispered.

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Who will win?

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I barely had enough strength to keep my sweaty hands grasped around the corner of the platform. I couldn't hear the screams from the live audience, I only heard the roaring wind that constantly swung my body around in the air. The audience and ground were a blur of colors and more then once I couldn't tell which way was up and which was down. My whole body hurt, sweat rolled down my face, but I gritted my teeth and used all of the strength I could to try and pull myself back up.

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And what are they willing to do for it?

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"Yeah, secret challenges. You've never heard of them? Last season contestants had to, like, backstab friends, dump boyfriends, or do really mean stuff on purpose. It's for the viewers delight, that's all." Justin informed me.

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A game show, ready to show people that money is everything.

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She sighed, looking at me and biting her bottom lip as she thought it over.

"Maybe you were just afraid, knowing you were miles away...from the place you needed to be...and that's right here with me." She whispered, even though we were alone in the dark room.

Our lips touched. Softly, then harder. Our desire no longer needing to hide.

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What are you playing for?

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"Mitchie!" I screamed, my voice hoarse as the wind roared and blew my hair around my face. Tears streamed down my face and I tried to keep it together. "Mitchie, I love you!"

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Fly With Me

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...coming to a computer screen near you.