A/N: I seriously can't believe I'm posting a Camp Rock fic. I mean, I'm a college graduate; I should be into far more mature things than this. But alas, here I am, completely obsessed.

This is kinda just a short musing on what I think might have been going through Shane's mind when Mitchie started singing. I've never written this type of fic before, and while it was kind of fun, I doubt I'll be doing it again. I'd much rather make up my own scenario than have to work off of someone else's. But, I hope you find some sort of enjoyment in it.

Disclaimer: I don't own Camp Rock. That's Disney…duh.

It's the end of Final Jam, and I can't believe that girl didn't sing tonight. It's a shame for that talent to be unnoticed, and now I have no idea how I will ever find her. But, I can't dwell on that now. Uncle Brown is herding us toward the back, and we need to decide on the winner who will sing with me on our next record.

I've always been the kind of girl
That hid my face
So afraid to tell the world
What I've got to say
But I have this dream
Right in front of me
I'm gonna let it show
It's time
To let you know

I wonder who Brown talked into singing for everyone while we judge. The song is timid at first, and I can't hear the voice of whoever is singing. I'm sure it's probably one of the young ones who weren't up to being judged yet. Hopefully we will pick a winner before they finish, so I can see who it is.

This is real
This is me
I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be now
Gonna let the light
Shine on me

I stop talking to Nate. I have to be going crazy. Yeah, I was, am, disappointed that I didn't hear the song, or the girl, tonight, but am I really so obsessed that it's playing perfectly, and loudly, in my head? I shake my head to clear it, but the song continues. Then I see Uncle Brown watching me with an odd look on his face. I brace myself and turn around to face the main stage.

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

"That's the song."

And it's Mitchie singing it. I can feel my brain short circuit as it tries to comprehend the fact that Mitchie is the girl I've been looking for all summer. I feel my hand reaching for and taking Brown's microphone as I keep my eyes trained on her face. I have no idea what I'm supposed to do with the mic now that I have it. I'm still not exactly sure what it means that Mitchie is my mystery girl. I mean, am I really expected to just forget all of the lies just because she has a good voice?

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

But those lyrics. They're just so real. I can't help but think that maybe it wasn't all a lie. She did seem so different from every other girl in my life. And, if I'm completely honest with myself, I really can't believe she was faking all of it. Girls are good, but this one deserves an Oscar if that was all an act.

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

I finally figure out why I grabbed Brown's mic. My apprehension is gone, replaced by pure happiness. She's the girl I've been looking for. But she's also Mitchie, the girl I found without even trying. I can't let her go again, not without letting her know:

You're the voice I hear inside my head
The reason that I'm singing
I need to find you
I've gotta find you

The true shock that crosses her face when I start to sing confirms that I made the right decision. She slowly walks toward me, and I think that I might not be the only one who can't believe this is happening.

You're the missing piece I need
The song inside of me
I need to find you
I've gotta find you

The short walk to reach her feels like it is taking forever. Now that my head is clear, I just want to be close to her again. I can feel the smile spreading across my face, but I don't care how ridiculous I might look. Mitchie is all that matters right now. And when we meet in the middle of the stage, and she joins in on the song that I wrote for her, I almost feel as if my heart could burst.

This is real
This is me

She's singing with such force and conviction that I am momentarily taken aback. She is trying to convince me that her lie was nothing, that the Mitchie I met was real. Like she even needs to try. I knew it all along, no matter how hard I tried to fight it, to run away from it.

I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be now
Gonna let the light shine on me

My feelings are so strong as I look into her eyes and try to really convey this to her. I need to convince her that I'm not going to run again. I have to convince her.

Now I've found
Who I am
There's no way to hold it in
No more hiding who I wanna be

And then we're both singing our songs at the same time. I'm sure the smile on my face matches the one on hers, although mine is not nearly as beautiful. I grab her hand as we get deeper into the song. There have been songs for girls before, but never have I felt something this strong and powerful. I need to touch her; to get close to her; to know her.

(This is me)
You're the missing piece I need
The song inside of me
(This is me)
You're the voice I hear inside my head
The reason that I'm singing

There's a desperation as I sing to her. I need her to understand. I need her to forgive. But mostly, I need her to be back in my life. I have never felt this way before, and whether or not this connection is strictly platonic or the start of something more, I know that I have to to have it in my life, and I pray that she needs it just as much.

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

We finish the song calmly, staring into each others eyes, and I've completely forgotten about everyone else watching us. I entwine my fingers in hers, and as I squeeze her hand, she smiles. A smile that reaches all the way to her eyes. A smile that is genuine and real. A smile that takes my breath away.

I was so stupid to give her up. I should have listened. I should have let her explain. But, I'm going to make it up to her now. I have to make it up to her because I can't imagine living without her in my life. We have so much to talk about, but right now it doesn't matter. As I look into her eyes, I know: we have the rest of our lives to figure it out.

A/N 2: That's it. The end of my very first fan fic. It's not the best, but I hope you liked at least part of it (even if it's just the lyrics to "This is Me"). :D

If you did like it, click on that little button down there and let me know. If reviews are good, I might just continue on in this fandom. But don't worry: if you hate it, I won't subject you to more torture. :)