A/N: Hey Guys! Chapter One here! Am still writing Chapter 2 but it will be posted soon. Please review if you can. I DO NOT OWN TWILIGHT NOR DO I OWN CAMP ROCK. Twilight is owned by the wonderful Stephenie Meyer and Camp Rock to DISNEY! Enjoy! :)

I was just an ordinary girl who loved making songs and loved to sing—except the fact that I was the 'shy' girl…so no one really heard me sing, except my parent's of course

I was just an ordinary girl who loved making songs and loved to sing—except the fact that I was the 'shy' girl…so no one really heard me sing, except my parent's of course. It was the last day of school and I wanted so much to go to this camp called Camp Rock, where people get known.

"Bella!" I heard me mom yell from downstairs, "Last day of school, let's go!" I groaned and got out of bed. I put on a plain light purple shirt and blue jeans and got my back-pack. I arrived at the table and found my Mom's special cheese omelet.

"Aww, Mom, you shouldn't have," I smiled at her.

"Anything for you, now eat, I want to know my results," she added a laugh.

I cut a portion of the omelet and stuffed it in my mouth. It was delicious!

"You're the best Mom!" I laughed and stabbed my fork on another piece and placed it in my mouth. She sighed in relief. I reached for the remote and turned on the TV. Hot Tunes China was on and I pressed the volume up button eagerly.

"Edward Cullen made a pretty bad scene at last nights Connect 3 concert, when he stormed out of the concert, leaving the fans dumb-founded. Word is, the other members of Connect 3 are fed up! Will it ruin his reputation? What will the fans think of him now?"

I blinked twice as his face appeared on the TV. He had messy bronze hair and his face was all around flawless. He looked like the kind of guy that was all 'it's all about my world'.

"Well, yes, it will ruin his reputation," my Mom laughed, "What is wrong with that boy? He's got everything!" I nodded and grinned. "Except a clue,"

"The message is clear, he needs to clean up his act, and to give him time to do it, the Connect 3 summer tour has been cancelled."

I shook my head and turned off the T.V.

"So, Bella," she continued, biting her lip.

"So, Mom," I said, playing along.

"What's this?" she asked, raising a Camp Rock brochure in her hand. "I found one in the mail, on the table and stuck on the vacuum cleaner," her lips twitched.

"Hey, Mom, did I mention that your omelets should be in the catering menu? It will be the best selling one, I'm telling you! It's absolutely delicious!"

"Mmmhmm, so you have no idea how this brochure got stuck to the vacuum cleaner, at all?"

I shrugged and grinned sheepishly.

She sighed. "Sweetie, I know you want to go to this camp, but I'm sorry, we just can't really afford it right now, you know? With dad expanding the store and all my catering business, I'm sorry,"

I looked away. "I know…Um, gotta go to school, don't want to be late," I got up from the chair and grabbed my back pack, frowning all the way.

In School:

I opened my locker and looked at the Camp Rock brochure. I bit my lip and threw it in the trash can. "Hey Bella!" someone called from behind me.

I turned around to see Angela walk up to me. "Hey, Angela,"

"Alright, guess who got an A+ in her Math test! Me, again." She laughed. I grinned sheepishly. "So how did it go this morning?" she asked, suddenly serious.

"It didn't. Camp Rock is 'no go'." I sighed.

"But, you have to go! It's like the music camp! Anybody who wants to be somebody in music—"

I put my head down.

"Of which, you already know…Sorry…"

"Yeah, I know, I was just so excited to have a summer that was all about music! I got my hopes up! Who knew it would just come crashing down on me?"

"I know. So…what are you going to do this summer?"

I really didn't know, and the only answer I could give her was a shrug, and I walked away to attend the rest of the school, and then work after.

Back at Home:

I walked to the gate at the backyard and slid in, seeing my parents cooking something outside.

"Hey, Bella," Charlie said with a smile, "How was work?"

"Oh you know, QSC, quality, service and cleanliness," I sighed, "So what's for dinner?"

"Burgers," he chuckled.

"Well," my mom interjected with a glare at Charlie, "Our world famous burgers, of course,"

"Um, I'll pass," I told them, picking up my back pack to get inside the house and just rush to my room, play my songs or make new ones for the rest of the summer. My parent's stopped me though.

"Ok, I can't stand it anymore, tell her!" my dad cried out dramatically. "Come on, she just go home!" my mom told him.

I raised an eyebrow and said in a suspicious voice, "Tell me what?"

"Ok, honey, drum roll," she told my dad as he picked up some spatulas and hit them on the table. "Mom!" I said, suddenly excited.

"Alright already! Your going to Camp Rock!" she said with a big smile.

"WHAT?" I asked, shocked. "She said you're going to Camp Rock!" Charlie dropped his spatulas and raised his hands in the air. "Well actually, we're going," My mother corrected Charlie. "Our catering is going camping too, and can you guess where? Camp Rock!" she practically squealed. "It's a steady job and everything, business is going slow this summer and you even get to go at a discounted rate!"

I screamed. "AHHHH!!"

"But you have to help out in the kitchen," my mother said sternly.

"Thank you! Thank you like, a million times!" I ran over and hugged them. I couldn't believe it. I was going to Camp Rock. For once, I was going to be someone.

Camp Rock!

We arrived at Camp Rock. There we're tons of trees (well, of course with all the 'camping') and there was a huge lake. It was really blue and clean. I saw the cabins and tons of people. I smiled knowing once again that I'd be somebody this summer.

"Alright, we're here! Are you excited?" my mom asked me as she parked the catering car. "A little…OK A LOT! As in MAJOR! Thank you mom! I'm going to have so much fun!" I squealed.

A limo pulled up into the camp and the driver got up and opened the door. "Woah,"

A girl stepped out of the limo. She was strawberry-blonde and she looked rich. Well, with the limo, definitely rich. She carried a purse and wore a dark blue mini dress with white tight pants that reached below her knees. She smiled as she looked around. "Woah," I repeated. She probably had a little fame in the family.

We entered our cabin and my mom said, "Ok, let's get settled in,"

I went to my bed and placed my bags on top of it. "Settled!" I said, and started looking for something.

"Hello! I'm Carlisle Cullen, camp director 'slash' founding member and I play the base guitar of our band here! You must be Renee from Renee's catering!"

My mother laughed, 'That's me," I got up and exited the door, "And this is my daughter—oh, who's...already gone."

"I can't blame her! When the music calls, you've got to answer!" I heard Mr. Cullen say before I was completely away. Yes, the music was calling me. I followed a guy down to the campus. He was drumming his drum sticks on anything he saw and was making a fast beat. I nodded my head with the beat. I turned around to look at the campus ground. It was big and brown, considering the dirt, mud and all. I looked at the people and they had so many talents. Some were playing the guitar, others we're dancing and singing. I smiled. This was the place I wanted to be.

"Oof!" a girl said as I accidentally bumped into her. I noticed it was the girl who got out of the limo.

"Sorry! Sorry! I didn't…I didn't see you," I pursed my lips.

"Obviously," she sneered and rolled her eyes. Then she walked away. I stared at her as she walked away and smirked. Someone tapped my back and I turned to face a girl who was sitting down on the stage with jet-black hair and really pale skin. She smiled at me and said, "That's Tanya, daughter of the famous singer of the Denali band. The diva of Camp Rock." She added.

"Is she really good?" I asked.

"She's…really good at trying to be good." She laughed and I joined in.

"So… the daughter of the famous singer of the Denali band, huh? Isn't that the one with a trillion music awards?"

"I think it was a trillion and one," we both laughed. "Hey, I'm Alice, camper today and top selling music producer tomorrow," she held out her hand and I shook it. "Check me out," she went to her laptop and started playing funky music. "Cool!" I said, "I'm Bella!" "Hey, Bella," she smiled.

Someone went up the stage and said, "Hello everyone! I'm Esme, the musical director here at Camp Rock! You can call me 'E' for short,"

"Hi 'E'," everyone said.

"You know, in Camp Rock, we sing so let's try that again!"

"Hi 'E'," we all sang in a sing-song voice.

"Sounds good! A little pitchy in places, but we'll fix that by Final Jam, now won't we?" we all nodded in approval. "Now, this summer is not just about Final Jam! We have a lot of work to do! You're going to get new music skills, find your sound and create your own style, we're going to make you be a star, an artist and most of all have fun! HALA!"

We cheered and some guys started making beats with their mouths and we started dancing to it. This was going to be so much fun.

"And, drum roll please!" she said, and the guy with sticks drum rolled in the stage. My eyes widened, there was more? "For the first time ever, we're going to be joined by a very famous and very special celebrity instructor!"

I gasped. This was going to be so much fun!

EPOV (Edward)

"I don't want to waste my summer at some CAMP!" I growled at my brothers. "I'm Edward Cullen for crying out loud!"

"Hey man, we used to love this place," Jasper frowned. "Just three years ago we we're campers,"

"Yeah, man! This is like, where Connect 3—connected!" Emmett stared of into space. Jasper stared at him and then slowly turned to me, shaking his head, "And you even get to see Uncle Carlisle,"

"Oh yeah, definitely fun!" I hoped they noticed my sarcasm.

Jasper rolled his eyes and said, "Look man, right now, you're the bad boy of the press, and there's a really bad problem about that, which means, we have a problem with that,"

"Actually, I don't have a problem with that," Emmett interjected. Jasper faced him and looked at him with disbelief. I could almost hear the click in Emmett's brain when he figured out what he just said, "We have a problem with that," he said, raising his index finger in the air.

"This Camp thing, is supposed to fix it, this problem," Jasper frowned. I looked away. "And you should enjoy the fresh air, you know. Get a tan," he smirked.

"Oh! And can you make me a birdhouse or something?" Emmett asked me. Jasper sighed out in irritation and hit his head as he leaned back into his chair. I sighed in irritation too and said "One word…payback!"

"That's two words!" Emmett told me. I stared at him, then snatched my guitar and got out of the limo. Jasper leaned on the side of the open window and said, "By the way, we told the press that you'd be recording a duet with the winner of the Final Jam," he smiled.

"WHAT?!" I yelled.

He smirked and waved goodbye as the limo started to move. Then it was out of my view. I stared around at the camp with a face. This wasn't going to be fun.

I walked over to the cabin quietly, noticing no one was around, I hurried off, not wanting to be caught. Carlisle spotted me and opened the door. "Edward! Good to have you back!" he said with open arms. "Mmhmm, yeah," I said, walking into the cabin. He dropped his arms, sighed and closed the door.

BPOV (Bella)

"I hear there's an Open Mic tomorrow night." My mom said, as I folded the meat.

"Yup," I said, sighing.

"Are you going to sing?"

"In front of all those people?" my eyes widened. "No way!"

"Sweetie, I hear you in your room! You're really good! Mom's honor," she said, placing her hand to her heart. I chuckled. "And if your nervous," she added, "So what? Everyone is nervous, that's why I'm making so much food for tomorrow night because, people eat when they're nervous!" she laughed. "Not me! I don't think I can eat another burger!" I laughed and my mom joined in.

"Ok," she said, "why don't you take the trash out to the dumpster and set out to the hall? I'll finish up here,"

"Thanks, Mom," I smiled and walked out, hanging the apron and taking out my gloves. I carried the trash bags out. As I was walking, I passed a cabin and heard a few people singing. Their voices we're great. I walked up to the cabin and peeked through the window.

You think your hot but I'm sorry, you're not
Exactly who do you think you are
Can tell you what you haven't got
When we walk into the room

"Once again from the top girls!" the girl from the limo, Tanya, said to two other girls. One of them had brown long hair like me, except it was kind of shorter. The other one was a blonde, but not straw-berry blonde like Tanya. They sang it again, and stopped again. Tanya started to turn around so I slid down below the window. I heard her shout, "Work with me here people!" The brown-haired girl said, "Hello!? We're trying but—"

"If we want to win, you guys have to listen to me!" she told them. "Let's go again,"

I walked away from the cabin. They we're really good. I sighed. But there's no competition. They we're definitely better than me.

The Next Morning:

I woke up early to prepare the tables. Mom insisted I do it instead of cooking because she said she could handle it. I prepared the tables and placed the utensils and plates in the right areas. I turned around and saw a piano. I smiled and walked toward it, took out my songs, the ones I placed in a notebook. I looked around in case anyone was there. No one. I placed it on the ledge and started to play.

EPOV (Edward)

"Come on guys! I learned my lesson. I showered in cold water. I looked at a tree. It's been three hours and I need a hair cut or something!" I told them through the phone.

"I think it's time to embrace the natural look." Jasper told me.

"Have fun!" Emmett said.

"Guys!" too late, they hung up on me. They hung up on me! Argh!

"AHHH! THERE HE IS!" someone screamed. I turned around to see more then a dozen girls screaming. Oh God, this isn't good. I ran but they we're screaming and running and I could hear they're screaming coming closer. I took a turn near the breakfast hall and threw myself behind the plants. "WHERE DID HE GO?!" one of them asked. "I THINK HE WENT THAT WAY!" "AHHH!" and they ran where I came from. I sighed in relief. Then I started to hear a piano being played and the most beautiful voice that I have ever heard.

BPOV (Bella)

Then I started to sing the song I made.

Do you know what it's like
To feel so in the dark
To dream about a life
Where you're the shining star
Even though it seems
Like it's too far away
I have to believe in myself
It's the only way

This is real, This is me
I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be, now
Gonna let the light, shine on me
Now I've found, who I am
There's no way to hold it in
No more hiding who I want to be
This is me

I sighed and grabbed my songs and walked away. What an accomplishment! I told myself, rolling my eyes. I heard some girls screaming outside. That must mean people are awake now. I sighed once more and went out of the breakfast hall.

EPOV (Edward)

I don't think I ever head such a song, ever. I wanted to know who she was. I got up slowly, looking around to check if the girls we're back, but found no one and walked to the entrance. I opened the door only to find no one there.

"Hello?" I shouted. "Hello?" I said, a little softer. "Who's in here?" I placed my hand on the piano and looked around. I frowned. The girl wasn't here. I looked through the doors and under the tables. No one. I bit my lip as I saw people coming into the breakfast hall. I walked away in sadness. Whoever she was, she was definitely a great singer.