Title: Live Like Music

Genre: Drama/Romance

Rating: T (Maybe it'll change later)

Summary: Mitchie never went to CR. Mitchie's life is falling apart and music is the only thing holding it together. But even the music is slipping away. With finding out about her father's affair and discovering a shocking truth, nothing will be the same for this teen. But can one down and out popstar help her gain control?

Disclaimer: Camp Rock is not mine. I don't own any of the characters or songs used.

Chapter One:

Mitchie's POV:

I've always believed there was a song for everything. When someone breaks your heart, loss, sadness, happiness, partying, being yourself, justice, love, anger, depression…ECT. And yeah, I defiantly believed everyone has a heart song.

Growing up all I wanted to do was sing, become a famous singer. Get my music out there, but music became more. It became an outlet, my way to get down what I feel and be me. Music couldn't judge me it'd comfort me. It'd tell me, it's okay to like what you like and it's okay to be yourself. But…who am I? That's the questioned that I never knew the answer to…

People however, they talk, they all think they know who I am. Kimberly, the popular cheerleader at school, she says I'm the girl who's father is having an affair on my mom. Chelsea, Kimberly's right hand cheerwhore, also thinks the same. What a clone. And then…there's Bobby, the guy I am in love with. He doesn't know I exist, so he doesn't really say anything about who I am. He's the jock of the school, yeah…cliché, I know.

So yeah, if you've paid attention to the above you would see that my father is having an affair. He is, everyone knows, it's the reason for the divorce. The divorce was a sore topic, it was like poison. It was killing all of us. My mom especially, she acted normal…like everything was okay. Like life would just…go on, she didn't cry. She wouldn't show any emotion, just went on with her catering business. Dad of course just left, and well, we haven't heard from him for months.

Summer was just ending and I was glad. I didn't get to go to the most awesomeest, amazingest, magical, musical place ever: Camp Rock! I had wanted to go so bad, but with the divorce money was tighter than ever. And plus, I had to put my mom first, who knows what she's going through and what she's thinking. Right? She could need me at any moment and I had to be there for her – no matter what.

I played a few keys on my keyboard in my room, trying to finish this song. It wasn't good, my songs were never good. But they were just that, my songs, and that made them special to me. I didn't sing in front of people, but my mom and dad always heard me from my room. They thought I had talent, maybe not enough to go to Camp Rock though.

My mom had said there was more to life than Camp Rock, and there is, but Camp Rock was special, why? Because it was where I could be me, where the music would run through my veins, where I'd fall in love even deeper with the sounds of the piano and even deeper into the music. There, in my dreams, I'd find my voice. But Camp Rock was in the past now because in two days, I'll be going to school. Lucky me, I'd be the invisible loser crushing hard to Bobby, the girl that's picked on by Kimberly and her cheer clones, and my only friend – Sierra, wouldn't even be there. She had moved in July, and we hadn't talked since. I was truly alone. But maybe that would change…ha, I doubt it'd be anytime soon.

"Mitchie!" My mom yelled, I heard her walking up the stairs and stopped playing the key on the keyboard. I stood up from my chair and walked to the door to see my mom standing in front of me.

"Yeah, mom?"

"It's getting late; you should get ready for bed. We're going to the mall to pick out your school clothes. You're going to look so beautiful."

"You're my mom," I remarked. "You're supposed to think that."

"I'm not saying it because I'm your mom. I think this is your year."

I smiled sadly. My year? Yeah right.

Caitlyn's POV:

"I hate this." I said bluntly as I sat in my Aunt's car. We were driving to her house from the airport.

"I'm sorry, honey. But this is for the best. They're doing what's best for them and they need the money to send you off to camp next year."

"Riiight. So they don't want to see their child grow up and just send her off to live with their Aunt?" I replied bitterly. "Not that you aren't great."

"It's okay, I understand."

Did she really? Grandma and grandpa were always there for her when she grew up, and not that I don't mind it or anything, but my parents were always away singing on a cruise ship, it was what they loved. I just wish they took more time to take care of me. I guess I'm lucky; I could be like evil diva, Tess Tyler, who doesn't see her mom. But she seems okay with that. I wouldn't be okay with that, I see my parents every break from school, not including weekends and summers.

Summers were amazing, always, ever since I was old enough to go to Camp Rock. Camp Rock was the most amazing place ever. People came from all over America to go there, if you wanted to be anybody in music, that's where you go. A part of me is there, and when I become a famous music producer I will go back to that Camp and help the next musical generation.

That sounded lame and corny, I know.

My aunt Lisa was my mom's sister. They were super close growing up, though, my Aunt was the popular spoiled cheerleader one. She was a single mother raising her daughter, who was one year older than me, Kimberly. She and I were exact opposites but we got a long when we were little. We hadn't spoken in years. I hope time hasn't changed her too much.

A/n: Did you like it so far? Trust me, Shane is going to come in soon, within the next two chapters. And he comes in with a bang...I hope, lol. Review if you want the next chap. Thanks for reading - Tyllie.