heyyy people!! thanks for taking the time out of your day to read my story. =] this is my first camp rock one. and i am in love with this story. its roughly based off of camp rock. but theres no camp. and no mean girls. haha i didnt use the same last names for any of the characters expect for shane. thats just cause i wanted to have fun and change them up. =]

i do not own camp rock or its people or music.

hope you like it! i would love to hear your thoughts about it too.

Chapter One: The Voice

Friday – 11:30 am

"Oh boy, it's finally Friday," Mitchie Jordan sighed happily. "Hasn't this week felt like it's been going on for about a month?"

"It really does," one of her best friends, Caitlyn Connor, agreed.

Her other best friend, Lola Tanner, plopped down on the seat next to Caitlyn. She threw her brown paper lunch bag on the table.

"Woah, Lo, what's got you all riled up?" Mitchie asked, taking a bite of her peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

"Ugh! She is so infuriating!" complained the dark blond beauty. "She is making me waste my whole entire study hall to work on my solo. My WHOLE study hall."

Caitlyn and Mitchie shared a look. "Why? Study hall isn't that important."

"This was going to be the day that Derek finally asked me to prom. And now since I won't be there, that is never going to happen."

"Can he only ask you in study hall?" wondered Mitchie sarcastically.

"Oh, shut it. This is terrible."

"Hey, I have an idea," Mitchie stated. "I can meet you in the choir room during your study hall, and I can practice while you practice."

"Yeah right, you think she would actually go for that. She wants me to be in the band room."

Caitlyn chuckled. "Oh, I love hearing you two bicker about singing and instruments."

"You're just jealous you have no musical talent," Lola said.

"No, I'm pretty good with having no musical talent."

"Whatever," Lola turned to Mitchie. "I can try to meet you, but I really doubt I will be able too."

"That's fine; I'll be in there anyway. I got to practice."

An eruption of squeals broke out at the table in the farthest corner of the room; the Teeny Bopper Table is what the girls called them. "What's going on with them? Has N*SYNC come out with a new CD? Or are they celebrating the gayness of Lance Bass?"

The three snickered. "Actually, I think they are freaking out because apparently Connect 3 and their entourage are going to be in school today."

"Wait, they are finally going to school! Yeah for their education!" shouted Mitchie.

Lola rolled her dark brown eyes at her friend.

"Why?" asked Caitlyn, seeming more interested than Mitchie.

"Who knows really? They picked some random school to come in and just talk to I guess. They will probably sing some."

"Who is Connect 3 exactly?" Mitchie asked.

"Some boy band, no one special," Caitlyn said. "My sister freaks out about them all the time. Obviously they are popular among the young and innocent."

"Unless they sing classic rock, I've never heard of them," said Mitchie.

"More of your pop stuff."

"How do you know all this Lo?"

"I love Connect 3!" the 18 year-old shrieked. "They are so cute! And all of them are really amazing singers."

"You're too old to like them," Mitchie pointed out.

"I like to think I haven't grown out of my youth yet."

Mitchie shook her head. The bell signaling the end of lunch rang. Lola groaned loudly. "Ugh, I do not wanna go practice the flute. I feel so dumb when I practice by myself."

"Ask Band Nazi if you can come to the choir room," instructed Mitchie.

"I will, not promising anything," Lola said. She gathered her books up and said, "I'll see you after school."

Caitlyn waved goodbye to her. "Come on Mo; let's get to our lockers before the mass of Teeny Boppers run us over."

Mitchie laughed. "That would be an unfortunate death."

The two girls pushed their way through the crowded halls. "This is absolutely ridiculous. I feel like I'm at the mall when a sale is going on."

Mitchie haphazardly grabbed three books in hope that she would need them during her last three classes. "Okay, I'll see you last period; I gotta go get my practice done."

"Good luck, I'm sure you will do fine."

"Bye CC!"

After saying bye to Caitlyn, Mitchie found it extremely difficult to get to her next class. She practically dropped all of her books in attempt to dodge a screaming/singing freshman.

'Utterly insane,' she thought to herself, as she scampered off quickly in the direction of the choir room.

She noticed that everywhere she went there was some talk going on about the arrivals of the teen pop stars. All she could do was roll her emerald green eyes at the star struck students.

The choir room was in the far part of the building, away from all the noises and distractions. The hallway to the choir room was far more deserted than all the others. Mitchie loved the quiet, peaceful air of the music wing. She felt that all her worries and fears went away when she walked into her choir room. Yes, her choir room is what she called it.

"Hey Mitchie, how are you doing today?" her choir teacher, Mrs. Malone greeted.

"Good, it's madness out there."

"People tend to get a little crazy when celebrities are around. I'll be out of your way in a moment. I gotta finish putting these grades in the computer."

"Take your time, I'm in no rush," she said, placing her bag on one of the empty chairs.

"Okay Lark, I'm done," Mrs. Malone said, grabbing her lunch bag. "I'll be back in twenty minutes. I want to hear your progress when I get back."

Mitchie nodded. "I can't promise anything."

"You will do fine," said Mrs. Malone smiling as she exited the room.

Friday – 11:31 am

"This is madness," Shane Gray whispered to his brothers.

They were walking into Passaic High School and already the sounds of screaming girls could be heard.

"Get used to it boys," their agent said. "This is what fame brings."

Nodding together, the boys put smiles on their faces. Some person came running at them from the school. The boys' parents informed them that is was the principal of the school.

"Good afternoon! Welcome to Passaic High School! We are very glad that you could come today," the short, plump man said happily.

"No problem," Kevin said happily. "It's our pleasure."

He smiled. "I have a room setup for Connect 3; I will have someone show you there. You are allowed to roam the school as pleased. We will have an assembly at the end of the day."

The principal said this all very fast, either because he was extremely nervous or just because he usually talked that fast. Shane didn't know, but he did know that he wasn't looking forward to this day. High school students were much different than middle school or elementary students. Most high school students didn't even know about them and could rather careless. He had a feeling this was going to be a long day.

The brother's were shown their room; it was actually a rather large classroom with stadium seating. "If you need anything at all, please feel free to call me right away."

With his final words, the principal left the three brothers' in peace with their parents. The brothers' mother and father quickly decided that they were going to go talk to the principal about the assembly later. They were gone in a flash.

"Well, what do you want to do now?"

"What is there to do in a school?" Jason asked, looking bored.

A bell sounded throughout the school. The shuffling of feet and whooping of students floated into the classroom they were in. "How about we wait until the next bell rings so we can wander around?" suggested Nate.

"This depresses me, I always hated school. Being here makes me feel like I'm back at school," Jason said.

The bell rang again. The boys looked at each other. "Shall we?"

"Let's get this over with."

"Which way?" Jason asked once in the hallway.

Shane glanced to the sign on the wall. "Oh, let's go to the music wing!"

"How about not, let's go to the gym," said Jason.

Nate nodded, agreeing with Jason.

"You two can go to the gym, I'm gonna go to the music wing," said Shane.

He walked away from his brothers, glad to be alone for once. Walking the halls of the school brought memories back to him of his own school days – before he became famous that is. He didn't mind school, but it was just too boring for his own taste. He would rather have been out playing music than be stuck in school.

A door opened ahead, a middle-aged woman exited the room. "Aren't you supposed to be in class, young man?" she wondered, waging a disapproving finger at him.

Shane practically fell on the floor laughing. That was a first. "I'm on my way, just a little late," he ad-libbed.

"I'll let you slide since it's nearing the end of the school year. Now get to class."

"It won't happen again Mam," promised Shane, smiling.

The teacher sauntered away, leaving a laughing Shane. Wait until he told his brothers that someone mistook him for a student. Shane walked over to the classroom she had just left, peering through the door and saw the back of a girl. He put his ear up to the door, she was playing a guitar.

Intrigued, Shane opened the door a crack so he could hear her play. The girl had her wavy brown hair pulled up into a high ponytail. One purple streak traced up into her ponytail, he already loved it. He could tell that she was already beautiful, without even having to see her face. She sat on a stool, facing the windows. Music sprung off the guitar in her lap. She was good.

She started singing, Shane could barely hear her but he didn't want to go any farther. He didn't want to disrupt her playing. She stopped abruptly, sounding frustrated.

"This sucks!" she exclaimed. "Why can't I get this right?"

Shane wanted to tell her to keep going, that she wasn't terrible. He wanted to hear her sing. He silently begged her to start again.

After a moment of gathering her thoughts, she played again. This time louder than the first, her fingers stumbled over a few chords but she quickly fixed her mistake. Finally she began to sing.

'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.'

Every fiber in his body hummed. Her voice and words made his whole body shiver with chills. She had an amazing voice. The words were kind of sad, but they must have been true. He couldn't believe how good she was. Everything in him told him to move out of the shadows and introduce himself. He didn't want to see like a creeper though, that wouldn't be a good move. And then it hit him, the best idea he's had in ages. He turned around so suddenly that the door slammed shut.

"Oh crap," he said softly. Without turning around, he raced back to the classroom. He had to tell his brothers the idea.

Friday – 11:43 am

The door slammed shut, shaking Mitchie out of her singing trance.

"Whose there?" she asked worriedly. "Anybody there?"

Somewhat freaked out now, she placed the guitar back on its stand. She didn't feel like waiting for Mrs. Malone to return, so she gathered her bag and books and walked out of the classroom quickly.

Someone had been listening to her. She could feel it. Someone had been spying on her while she was practicing. The thought of someone else listening to her while she sang scared her. She hated to sing in front of other people. The idea of having every single person listen to you and then criticize your ever word and tone didn't appeal to her at all. Singing in private was much more her thing. She knew she wasn't anything good, but the feeling she got when she sang stopped herself from thinking she was extremely bad.

Still, she was never going to sing in front of a crowd.

During her next class, Principal Wallens came over the system for an announcement. "Students and teachers, as you all know, today Passaic High is Connect 3." He paused, people began whooping and hollering. "Yes, very exciting I know. We are having an assembly in the auditorium during sixth and seventh periods. All students must attend. The boys have just informed me that they have a contest idea for you students." Again with the whooping and hollering. "They are going to hold open auditions to find the voice they are looking for. I'm not exactly sure what that means. But they told me that they want anyone and everyone to audition. The auditions will be held in the chorus rooms during sixth and seventh period. Thank you students, and have a good rest of the afternoon."

Mitchie groaned. There was no way she was going to stay the rest of the day and listen to a punch of terrible singers try to win over the hearts of the pop sensations. She quickly decided that she was going to skip out on the rest of the day, not caring if she got in trouble.

The bell rang and Mitchie went on a search to find Lola and Caitlyn. Lucky her, she found them both standing at Caitlyn's locker.

"You guys wanna skip out on this thing?" she asked them.

Caitlyn nodded quickly, but Lola was more reluctant. "I kind of want to see the Jonas Brothers and Hannah Montana."

"You would," laughed Caitlyn. "Well, you can stay. Me and Mo will go have fun on the town."

Lola's face caved slightly. Mitchie knew that would make her change her mind. "Come on Lo, they are just some teenage pop stars. You can watch them on TV."

"Okay, I guess so," sighed Lola. "Since we're going into town, can we by chance stop at Kohls? I've been meaning to swing by and get some new clothes."

"Of course," Mitchie agreed. "Let's slip out now."

Friday – 12:00 pm

"Do you really think this is going to work Shane?" asked Jason skeptically. "This seems way too difficult."

"Yeah man. You should have just walked in on her by accident or something."

"I didn't want to disturb her."

"Well, you better hope we find her, otherwise we're going to look like idiots that don't even find the voice."

Shane nodded, hoping with all his heart he would find that girl with the voice.

After two grueling periods of listening to endless songs about lord knows what, the boys had had enough. Shane didn't find the voice, or girl, he was looking for, which made him very upset.

"Did you find her?" wondered Nate.

Shane shook his head sadly. "I can't believe it. Why is it this one time I actually find some good talent, and they don't even bother to show up for the auditions?"

"Maybe it's just not her thing. Don't blame her."

"I know, I know. I just wish I would have found the girl," he said, silently promising himself that he would do whatever it takes to find her.