Slow Dance
Don't let this end now
Slow this dance down
I could stay here all night
Forever
Framing Hanley-Slow Dance
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AN: This is my first Camp Rock story. I hope its not too terrible. I don't have a beta reader, so please excuse my mistakes. I read over anything, but I couldn't find anything wrong, so if you do, I'm sorry. This story was inspired by Metro Station's song "Wish We Were Older" and Framing Hanley's song "Slow Dance" (hence the title) and Aly and AJ's "Chemicals React". If you haven't heard the songs, go Youtube them, they are amazing! This story will get angsty at some points, but the angst will be nothing more severe than teenage drama. If you get my drift. The updates might be a little slow becuase I'm really busy, but they won't be more than two weeks apart except under extreme circumstances and I will let you know beforehand and provide you with a filler chapter. But the chapters will be loonnnggg, this is just short because it's the prologue. So, enjoy!
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Prologue: Underneath This Smile
What I'm standing on is sinking in/And I don't have a clue how to get off of it
"Since Bruce Springstein, Madonna, way before Nirvana." Mitchie Torres sang along to the radio as her family's van sped down the tree-covered path leading to Camp Rock. An aspiring singer, Mitchie was thrilled when her mother got offered the position as Camp Rock's main cook because it meant that Mitchie could get in for free. She had never been so excited in her life. Camp Rock was the place for aspiring singers, musicians, and dancers, and if you went, you were almost guaranteed to be famous one day.
Mitchie squealed as she saw the Camp Rock sign appear in front of her. Her mother laughed and turned the car to the left, following the arrows to the staff parking lot. "Mom, I can't believe I'm really here!" Mitchie exclaimed, already un-buckling her seat belt. She opened the door of the car and climbed out, breathing in the fresh air blowing off the lake. It's perfect, Mitchie thought and smiled. She looked around eagerly, taking everything in.
On the other side of the camp, kids were piling out of buses and cars and racing to their cabins. Suddenly, a shiny black limosine pulled up and parked. Mitchie's breath caught in her throat as she stared at the vehicle. Could it be a celebrity? A young blonde girl stepped out of the limo, her cell pressed to her ear. She was dressed in designer clothes. Mitchie stared at her enviously as she walked over to two other girls and embraced them.
"Mitchie!"
"Huh?" Mitchie turned around to face her mother who was carrying a box full of food.
"Grab something and come on. They'll be plenty of time to meet new people later."
Sighing, Mitchie trudged to the trunk of the car and grabbed a box. As she followed her mother to the camp's kitchen, she looked back one last time, just in time to see another limo pull up. But she brushed it off as just another rich kid's car. After all, what would a celebrity be doing at Camp Rock anyway?
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Shane Gray glared out of the window of the limousine in disgust. He did not want to be at Camp Rock. And he especially didn't want to teach dance classes either. But ever since his mother had found him in bed with her assistant, his life had been all wrong.
First, his mother made him go to therapy, claiming that it would heal him. But then he just drowned his sorrows in alcohol. When his mom realized that therapy didn't work, she sent him to his dad in England. That didn't work either, mainly due to the fact that he stayed out partying every night so his mother sent him to his uncle, the director of Camp Rock, with the threat that she would pull him out of the music buisness if he didn't get his act together.
See, Shane was the lead singer of the hottest band in the world, Connect Three. But he was sick amd tired of being famous. That's why he rebelled against everyone. He was sick of the fame and all the shady people that came with it. Sure, he loved performing and he loved his fans, but the industry was just shit. You couldn't trust anybody. The only friends Shane had were his two bandmates Nate and Jason. It was a lonely life.
And now he was being sent to Camp Rock, where no doubt he would just meet more stuck-up wannabes.
Shane opened the door of the limo and got out, wincing from the harsh sunlight. He scanned the crowd of teenagers gathered around some girl who was standing on a tree stump singing. He rolled his eyes when he recognized her and debated on whether or not he would get in trouble if he got back in the limo and told the driver to take him to the airport so he could go to the Bahamas. The girl was Tess Tyler and her mother was Shane's mother's best friend. She was also the famous singer TJ Tyler. Tess had been throwing herself at Shane ever since she met him and it annoyed him to no end. Sure she was pretty, but she was so stuck-up and snobby.
Shane sighed. It was going to be a long summer.
