Hello, everyone! I've decided to write my own version of Camp Rock, after reading so many awesome stories. Hope you enjoy!
PS. I do not own Camp Rock, or the songs that I will use.
"So, Mitchie... how excited are you to be going to the Connect 3 concert tonight?" Caitlyn, my best friend, asked me as we were shutting our lockers.
"Eh, not so much." I replied. She smacked my arm lightly. "I'm kidding! I'm majorly excited. Thank you again for letting me come with you."
"Well of course, Mitchie. You're my best friend. My amigo. You're like the peanut butter to my jelly, the Tom to my Jerry, th-"
"Okay, you made your point." I laughed at her. Today was the last day of school and to celebrate our last year of high school Caitlyn's dad bought us tickets to see Connect 3. We have been fans of the band for a while now and to actually see them in concert was pretty awesome.
"Do you think Shane will storm off the stage? I'm not going to lie, I'd be a little excited to see his famous I'm-better-than-everyone-attitude." Caitlyn said, as we got into her car.
"Who knows. That boy has it all yet he would rather throw it all away and be a brat." I said, bitterly. My dream since I could remember has always been to sing. It wasn't for the fortune or the fame. I just wanted people to hear me. Relate to my songs and know that there is someone out there who could relate and make them not feel so alone. The only problem was that I had horrible stage fright and the worst confidence ever. Caitlyn helped me produce my songs and always helped me if I was stuck on music, but I wrote all my songs.
"They always pull someone on stage their last show of their tour, which just so happens to be in our cute little hometown. What if it was you?" Caitlyn said, as she pulled out of the school parking lot and started toward my house.
"They won't pick me. They always pick little girls to go up there. Even if they did pick me, I'd probably throw up everywhere or pass out." I laughed.
"Oh my God. Could you imagine? 'Hey, how ya doin'? What's your name?' 'My name is... bleaahhhh!'"
"Ha ha, I'd just make sure to aim it at you."
Caitlyn stuck her tongue out in response and we both laughed as she pulled into my driveway. We grabbed our stuff from Caitlyn's car and walked into my house. My mom was working late at a wedding that she was catering and my dad was doing inventory at his hardware store. We decided to get ready for the concert at my house since it was closer to the arena and Caitlyn's little sister wouldn't bother us. She was upset that we got the tickets and she couldn't go.
"What are you going to wear, Mitch?" asked Caitlyn. She was already putting on her outfit: A Caitlyn Gellar Classic. It was a gold sequined top with white skinny jeans, and gladiator sandals. She always looked on point.
"I don't know. I was thinking just my normal black floral dress with my studded jean jacket and combat boots."
"Yeah, wear that! I love that outfit on you! Plus, maybe Shane will see it and you'll sweep him off his feet!" Caitlyn winked at me.
"Well maybe the lights will reflect off your top and blind Nate and then you'll be the one they pick." I retorted.
"Good one... Not."
We were doing our hair and make-up. Caitlyn always opted for a more glam look with her makeup and hair while I always went for the natural look. Tonight, however, I decided to make my eyes a little darker and eventually decided to curl my hair a little bit more since it fell some at school. Two hours later we were done.
"Alright, butthead, let's hit the road!" Caitlyn said, while marching to the car. I laughed at her and hopped in, feeling pretty anxious about seeing Connect 3.
Hope you enjoyed the first chapter! I realize it's a little short but I wanted to set it up and get some feedback before I keep going.
