Disclaimer: I do not own Camp Rock or any of its characters, Disney does. I also don't own Us Magazine, Star Magazine, or Ok! Magazine. I also don't own the song "One Song Glory"

Warnings: In this chapter there is language. It is also pre-Camp Rock so Mitchie doesn't exist in this story. There are also some errors that I most likely missed (we had this huge power outage so I almost had to push it to 4-21). They might also be out of character.

Summary: Shane Grey had it all, he was the front man of an amazing band, and had the world at his feet. But as his life continues down a road that he hates, what escapes will he make to get out?

The crowd was screaming, the lights were glistening on stage. The adrenaline was pumping throughout the whole room as the voices grew louder and louder with ever passing second. To the ones who were in the audience the screams were almost silent, all of them like dogs howling for the steak that their master was eating on the table. But to those backstage it was deafening. The band was in their dressing room, the two of them rehearsing lines and talking about guitar riffs. Everything was perfect, except one thing: they were a three piece band.

Connect3 was the biggest band to hit the stage that Camp Rock had ever produced, taking three normal boys and making them superstars. There was Jason, who was the lead guitarist, he was air-headed as hell yet no one in the band had as much spirit and camaraderie as him. There was Nate, the back-up singer and rhythm guitarist. Nate was practical; he was the one who kept the group together. Then there was Shane…

"Where the hell is Shane?" Nate asked through his teeth as he adjusted his shirt, looking over at Jason who was running his fingers through his straight brown hair.

"How should I know? I don't follow him around." Jason responded, his eyes not leaving the mirror. "But this is his concert he's bound to show up sometime tonight."

Nate shook his head as he gritted his teeth behind his lips. Shane Grey, he was all over the tabloids. He was now called the "media king" as there was always a camera on him, and not always for the best reasons, tonight was going to be no different. Shane had a habit of being late to concerts, something that had always pissed Nate off, but as he looked at the doorway to backstage, there was Shane Grey, the front man of Connect3.

"Where the hell have you been?" Nate asked as he stood up. "We were supposed to go on fifteen minutes ago. The opening act had to do three songs. Three fucking songs! Anymore and it would have been their concert."

"Why aren't they still playing?" Shane asked as he heard the lack of music on stage.

"They only had three songs!" Nate scoffed. "They didn't have to prepare more than one; you were supposed to be here fifteen minutes ago. We should have just gone on without you."

Shane shook his head. "And call yourself what? Connect2?"

"Connect to what?" Jason asked as he turned around, looking at his band mates.

Nate turned away from Shane and returned to his chair. "Well at least get ready, maybe if we go out now we won't have to refund ticket sales."

"Worried about your salary, Nate?" Shane laughed as he walked by them. "Cuz you know that's not coming out of my pay."

As Shane walked into another room, Nate pounded his fists against the wall, Jason jumping in his seat. "One of these days…"

"What? You're going to kill Shane? That would look good in Us Weekly," Jason laughed. "I can see it now on the cover Connect3: Disconnected, death of Shane Grey jeopardizes young musicians' careers," Jason looked back in the mirror. "And you know what Shane would do if he knew your face was on the cover."

"At least the story would be about him," Nate answered. "I just want one Us Weekly that isn't shitty for our appearance. We aren't party goers, we aren't thugs… he's taking over the image for all of us."

"Chill," Jason smiled. "Maybe we should just stop reading that magazine."

"I can't help it. It's not just Us. There's Star, and Ok!, and so many other tabloids with him on the front of it," Nate continued.

"Well better him than us," Jason breathed. "I always look bloated in the tabloids."

Nate moved to glance at the door that Shane was behind. He had become sick of this, to the point where he knew that this wasn't going to happen anymore. He had to make sure of it. He closed his eyes as he looked at the stage door, hearing them screaming Shane's name. No one even cared about him and Jason, all they wanted was Shane. He diverted his attention to the dressing room door one more time thinking about the night that they had ahead of him

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Shane looked at the mirror as he fixed his hair. He closed his eyes as he tried to block out all of the people who were screaming his name. Did he deserve any of this? It was the same shit over and over again, the same songs, the same routines, the same fans asking him to sign their bodies. He looked in the mirror and knew that he wanted his own image; he wanted something that he could fully put himself into. He wanted the song that was going to describe who he was, what he was feeling. As he thought about all of the lyrics to the Connect3 songs, all he saw was the money. That's all that was there for him.

"Shane, sometime this millennium!" Nate called out from behind the door.

"I'm coming," Shane scoffed; he had become bitter toward Nate. He only cared about their image and did whatever he could to make them seem squeaky clean. He didn't care about the music, he cared about the fame.

But as he opened the door and started to walk toward the stage, he didn't feel what he should have; he didn't feel the glory that everyone said had come with being famous. He felt completely hollow.

"And now who you've all been waiting for give it up for: CONNECT3!" the announcer called out.

Shane walked onto the stage as the lights were flashing on him, the fans screaming, the band starting to play, all of it echoing throughout his mind as he started to lose focus. Before he could even sing the first line to the song, he fell down into the darkness, Jason crying out as he ran toward him. Their Us Weekly was going to be shit again.

AN: I know this is a short chapter, but it is just the introduction to set the scene, they will get longer as time goes by. I watched Camp Rock once and even though I didn't care for it, I thought that the characters were something that I would like to expand upon.

I got this idea when I watched the music video for "Perfect Situation" by Weezer. I recommend you watch it if you haven't already, it's a really creative video and I think that it was very inspiring. The title comes from "One Song Glory" from Rent a song that I thought fit with Shane's personality another song that I recommend you listen to if you haven't, it's breathtaking!

In the next chapter there will be talking about how the band is going to deal with Shane's collapse and how the press is going to take to it. I hope to have the next chapter up soon.

Going to be a very strong "M" rating later on, you've been warned.

Feel free to comment about anything. I hope you enjoyed it. And please don't just say "it was bad."

And yes, I do read a lot of Us Weekly, it's a guilty pleasure in my family.

Happy 4-20!