I love camp rock and anyone that is a Camp rock/Jonas- connect three/ Demi- Mitchie/ Selena fan should definiately read this story! I promise that it's going to live up to higher expectations each chapter. The story is set around best friends, Selena and Mitchie, meeting pop stars, Connect Three at camp, learning to love, trust, and follw their dreams. They might win the best summer of their lives. Warning: First chapter, Shane gets a little annoyed and acts toally out of character. I promise, the real Shane will come around. Romance/Friendship/Drama. Please review and give me your opinions. The more reviews the faster I update. :) Thanks.

One word: dance. My life had been a book full of blank pages, a story waiting to be written, the discovery of who Selena Margarita-Madison-Connie Rodriguez really was. One day my mind had heard the rhythm of the music and it took over my body. The moves flowed out of me in seconds, the room was somewhat quiet with the exception of the bold rare beat of the song. I had experienced the passion of dancing that day, alone in a small studio my mother had owned since she married my father. The dance studio and me were the only things she had after my father had left, both of which she guards with her life. When my mom noticed my passion for dance, she enrolled me in a private performing arts school. Now as the school year comes to an end, it's my time to really show what I have inside me. I'll be spending the next few months at the one place that truly feels like home to me, Camp Rock.

"Sel, could you possibly pack any less stuff?" Mitchie asked, lifting my purple suitcase into the trunk with one hand.

Mitchie had been my friend since before we were born. Our mothers had gone to high school together and were the best of friends, both majorettes, dancers, and in the school's select choir. They went their seperate ways after college, but no sooner than two years aferwards did they meet up again to share the news that they were both pregnant. They moved to New Jersey together and made the decison to open the studio. October came and on the sixteenth day, Mitchie was born. February 14, 1992. The most romantic of all the holidays, and I, Selena was born. Ever since, we have been inseperable. When my dad had left our family, Mitchie and her mother Connie (yes, that's where I got the third part of my middle name) moved in with us. Mitchie's father had been traveling the world since she was seven, and now it was basically the four of us facing the world together. That year symbolized an even more special bond between us, a sisterly bond, one that would never diminish. We would always be there for each other, when it came to boys, school, family, dramatic 'friends', or following our dreams.

"Well sorry, I decided to pack light, unlike you." I motioned towards her three bags, adding a sarcastic chuckle.

Mitchie rolled her eyes as she opened the car door. "Well it won't be me complaining when nature gets to your hair, leaving a frizzy, unattractive, slightly Nicole Richie in her mugg shot look behind." She reached out and felt my hair, it left a sour look on her face.

"What?" I frowned.

"You are in desperate need of a straightener and something that can possibly tame THAT." She smiled and pulled a piece of her hair back with a flower clip. She was sure to rub it in my face jokingly, using a bold tone when she said 'that.'

She was right. My hair was frizzed out and pulled into a pony tail, not the slightest bit attractive. I was a dancer, I wasn't supposed to look good every second. The point was to be focused, not look gorgeous. I guess I was a bit envious of her beautiful long, straight, brown hair, but she already knew that. I didn't need to point it out.

"I'll fix it up nicer when we get to camp." I gave in.

"Yay." She smiled and hugged me. We both got into the car and began driving north. Camp was always expensive, but money was extra tight this year, the only way was to drive.

"Mom, turn up the music." I asked, slipping on my sunglasses.

"Oh hot damn! This is my jam!" Mitch sang at the top of her lungs.

Within the limits my seatbelt allowed, I began to dance, and sing along quietly.

"Keep me partyin' till' the a.m." She kept singing, and for a fifteen year old girl, she sounded quite good next to the voice of Flo-Rida.

"Mitch, you're going to be amazing at camp this summer." I said loudly, even though the music had long ago faded.

"What about those moves of yours? I've seen you practicing missy." She waggled her finger at me teasingly.

"Uh, thanks." I blushed, slightly embarrassed that she had seen some of my newer moves.

"So I here some celebrities are going to be guest counselors this year." Mitchie said secretively, inching closer to me.

"No way, really? Who?" I asked with an excited tone. I was desperately hoping it would be a famous dancer. Dancing was what my summer was supposed to be about.

"I'm not sure." She sounded dissapointed in herself.

"Maybe like someone from American Idol! Or dancing with the stars!

"Or a super cool band." I added cooly, finding myself clenching my fists with excitement.

Mitchie flashed one of her huge smiles. "Whoever it is, I hope they make this summer one to really remember."

Joe's P.O.V

"You cannot be serious!" I exclaimed, my words could not express my annoyance at the moment.

"Come on Shane, It's gonna be fun!" Jason said, looking up from his playstation. Delayed, he hit the pause button and the music to "Bop To the Top." faded.

"Coming from the nineteen year old who's playing High School Muscial Sing It." I snapped back sarcastically.

Trying to ease the tention, Nate opened the bathroom door and jumped out.

"Guess who?"

"Nate I can see you." I was getting fed up with these stupid childish games.

"Hey! I can see you too! Weird. . . " Jason trailed off in amazement.

"Nate, you can't actually want to go to camp too." My tone was becoming a bit more threatening.

"Uh, actually, maybe, yeah." He opened a can of diet coke and took a huge sip.

"It's a waste of time!" My voice boomed throuoghout the bus.

"No it's not, It's a great time to finger paint and build a birdhouse." Jason added, turning off the playstation and picking up a blue plastic recorder.

"And re-discover our sound." Nate added seriously.

Could they be serious about going back? "Dude, we have our sound, we found that years ago."

He put down his soda and ran his hands through his brown curls. "Shane, it just isn't that same sound anymore. We need to play stuff that matters to us, something from the heart, like we used to."

"Whatever." I shook my head and stormed out. Why couldn't our little brother be wrong?

"Do, Re, Mi, Fa, Sol, La, Ti, Do!" Jason sang at the top of his lungs, playing each note on the recorder as well. Nate clamped his hands over his ears and winced.

" Moe, May, Be, Blah, So, . . ." He stopped, getting himself confused as he tried to match words with each note.

"Jason!" Nick shouted over his singing.

"Sorrrrrryyyyy!" He said sarcastically.

Nate rolled his eyes and sat down on a couch. He taped on his soda can for some inspiration. A thought came to his head and he smiled.

"Hey Shane, want to hear a joke?" Nate yelled into the other room.

"Sure why not." I said, not really caring.

"Your music." The bus stopped. Nate angerily exited the bus with Jason.

Jason smiled as he breathed the fresh air. "Yay! Camp Rock! Where everything having to do with camp, rocks!" Nate rolled his eyes at his oldest brother and turned towards the bus door.

I grabbed my guitar and raced out of the bus, pushing Nate lightly.

"What is your deal? What is that supposed to mean?" I was turning red, but was so far controlling my anger.

"Your music isn't coming from the heart, it means nothing. We're here to find our sound again, remember the whole meaning behind what we do. We want to relive those days when music was the only thing we loved. If you aren't going to join us, then you have a problem with us." Nate shot back. For the first time ever, I had heard Nate stand up against me. It might have also been the first time we had fought over music or anything for that matter.

"Actually I don't have a problem with Shane." Jason said, giving him a quick brotherly hug. I shrugged him off and turned back to Nate, ready to fire back.

Nate glared at him. "I have a problem." Jason quickly changed.

"What's it going to be Shane?" Nate asked, staring me straight in the eyes.

Thank you so much for reading guys! I really want your opinions so it would amazing if you reviewed the story for me! Also, I'm going to give you some options and find out what you guys want to happen.

1) Selena hears Nate's sing a new song and he tells her about a secret he's been keeping from his brothers.
2) Mitchie and Shane get lost in the woods during a hike and she tries to change his mood about Camp.
4) Tess makes fun of Mitchie and Selena fights her, risking her spot in the homecoming dance competiton.
5) Jason/ Nate and Selena sneak around, secretly practicing for the upcoming dance competiton, which they will be doing together.
6) Jason makes a birdhouse for his new crush.