Oh my dear readers. I hope you didn't die of shock when you saw this. Yes. I am posting a Camp Rock fic. It wasn't my idea, okay? For this you can all blame Genevieve Evelyn. And, while you're hating her, you can go check out her Camp Rock fic. (It's a gazillion times better than mine, I swear.) She's pretty amazing. It's a one shot, for which she'll kill me. But I really don't have a Camp Rock muse. Sorry. (Not.)

One thing people don't tend to understand about fame: it changes you. It changes who you are. Who you can trust. But, most tragically, it changes the way people regard you. Shane Gray is a great example of just how doleful renown has grown to be.

Just as he hangs up the phone, screams invade his ears and his first reaction: run. It was a bit more complicated than Can I have your autograph?. It was more along the lines of Let me kill you with hugs and shrieks. Shane had intended to jump into the bushes, seeking a solace he knew would be difficult to achieve. But tripping is a much more accurate description.

As he's hiding, someone behind him begins to play the piano. He's crouching next to a building, so the only assumption he can make is that the person playing is in the building.

Music has a way beckoning to you, of captivating you with its audacity. It was that spirit that had driven a different Shane. Now…Well things are different now. Shane Gray isn't a small-town teenager playing music in his basement anymore. Shane Gray is a star. And he shines with arrogance.

The piano player sings. It's a girl, and Shane can't deny the talent he hears. This girl…she's like him. Like the old him. She is who he used to be. The shy talent, just biding time until discovery.

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 wanna be.

This is me.

As soon as the fans had run in the opposite direction, Shane climbs out of the bushes and opens the door. He walks in, feeling an odd sense that he's intruding.

"Hello? Hello? Who's in here?" No one answers. Shane heard the footsteps, and the creak of the bench. He knows she's gone. He doesn't know who she is. But he knows she's gone.

I know you didn't like it, so I won't even say I hope you do. But, you know, review anyways. Tell me to stick to the fandoms I know. (Which I have every intention of doing.) Ha! I love you guys. And I love you, Genevieve/Evelyn/Logan.

Anyhoww...Review. I command you. xP Love Always, Mirder