I do not own Camp Rock
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Story: This is Mitchie's first day at Camp Rock. All of Connect 3 came back to Camp Rock not just because of Shane's attitude, but because they missed being "normal". The story starts off when on the first day in Browns class. Shane didn't hear Mitchie sing "This is me" in the Mess Hall, Mitchie didn't lie about her mom, and Nate and Jason are there too.
I haven't really though everything through so you will be reading as I make everything up. Feel free so give me your opinion on anything. If you like it tell me, if you have it tell me why and I will see if I can make it better, if you want to see something happen tell me. Reviews help me with the storyline and gives me inspiration about what you want to see and gives me a boost to start writing the next chapter.
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"Whoa," Brown said as he came through the door and everyone stopped playing music and dancing to sit in their seats and face him. "If the class is a rockin', I'm glad I came knocking." We laughed at him. So far he seemed like a cool instructor. "So, let's see what I'm working with this year." He looked around the classroom. "Who wants to sing first?" Everybody hand went up before he could even finish his sentence. I leaned over to the left, scratched my head and looked around the classroom hoping he would over look me. "Eenie, meenie, you."
His finger stopped on me. "Me?" I pointed to myself hoping he would say no.
"Can't argue with finger."
"I'll do it!" Tess said volunteered from in front of me.
"Ah, no. The finger picked her." I slowly walked in front of the class and stood next to Brown. "Right, let it rip." I started mumbling the song, but Brown stopped me within 10 seconds. "Alright, I know you are singing a solo, but it's so low I can't hear you. Alright so sing it louder."
A quiet laugh went around the room, but I was still able to hear it. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I belted out the lyrics I wrote just yesterday.
Who will I be?
It's up to me
All the never ending possibilities
That I can see
There's nothing that I can't do
Who will I be?
Yes, I believe
I get to make the future what I want to
If I can become anyone and know the choice is up to me
Who will I be?
"It's not bad." Brown said coming up to me. "Not bad at all. Is that an original?"
"Yea, but it's mine, but—"
"No buts, it's good. Let me have it, high five." I let out my breath of air and slapped our hands together.
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After my morning class I went walking around the secluded part of camp to clear my head. I was so deep in thought that I didn't even know I was walking into the wooded area of the camp that was off limits to campers. After walking for a while I heard a faint strumming of a guitar and soft singly.
When I got closer I could make out the words they were singing. I stopped walking and hid behind a tree and listened. Whoever he was, he could sing really well and the song he was singing was meaningful. I could tell it was something extremely personal to him. I could hear it in his voice.
Feeling guilty for ease dropping I was going to turn around and try to find my way back to camp by myself, but I felt something with eight legs craw down my back. I couldn't breathe. I hated spiders. A loud scream left my mouth and I ran towards the dock fanning out my shirt trying to make it fall.
"Get it off! Get it off, get it off, get it off!" I closed my eyes still fanning out my shirt.
He ran over to me and grabbed me by the shoulders. "What's wrong?"
"Spider…Tree…Shirt…Get it off!" I screamed again and he ran behind me. I felt him lift up my shirt and take the spider off. I whipped my tears off my face and turned around to face him. When I looked up he held out the spider for me to see. I screamed again and slapped his hand away causing the spider do in the water. "Don't do that!" I yelled at him whipping more tears off my face.
"Look I'm sorry." He said. "I didn't know you would react the way you did."
"If I'm running and screaming because a spider is on me why would you think I wanted to see it up close and personal?" I him snapped at him and walk started walking away.
"Hey, what's your name?" He yelled after me.
"I'm not telling you!" I yelled back before disappearing in the woods.
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I walked around for 30 minutes trying to find my way back to camp when I gave up and walked back to the dock.
"Back so soon?" He asked not looking up from his guitar.
"How did you know it was me?" I asked folding my arms across my chest.
"You were walking the wrong way so I figured you had to come back sooner or later." He got up and walked to me. "Are you going to tell me your name?"
"No I'm not. Just tell me the way back to camp and we don't have to talk to each other ever again."
"Tell me you name and I'll tell you mine." He was seriously trying to bargain with me.
"I already know you name and I just want to get back to camp."
"You still have to tell me your name."
"If I tell you my name you have to play me the song you were playing earlier. Deal?" I asked sticking my hand out.
He looked at me before smiling and reached out for my hand. "Deal. I think we got off on the wrong foot, so can we start over?"
I nodded my head fighting off a smile. "Mitchie Torres." I said sticking my hand out again and we both chuckled.
"Nate Black." He shook my hand once again.
I walked over to the bench and he followed picking up his guitar. "What is it called?" I asked before he started playing.
"Who I am." I looked at his hands once he started strumming the guitar, but once he started singing I focused on his face and he closed his eyes.
I want someone to love me
For who I am
I want someone to need me
Is that so bad?
I wanna break all the madness
But it's all I have.
I want someone to love me
For who I am
I closed my eyes and just let the lyrics flow through me. I could feel his eyes on my but I was too focused on the sound of his voice. I could relate to what he was saying and that made the words all the more meaningful.
Nothing makes sense, nothing makes sense anymore
Nothing is right, nothing is right when you're gone.
I'm losing my breath, I'm losing my right to be wrong
I'm frightened to death, I'm frightened that I won't be strong
I started tapping my foot against the wood in tune with the beat and making little nods with my head.
I want someone to love me
For who I am
I want someone to need me
Is that so bad?
I wanna break all the madness
But it's all I have
I want someone to love me
For who I am
I opened my eyes and leaned my head back and looked at the clear blue sky. This was my new favorite song, but I would never tell him that.
I'm shaking it off, I'm shaking off all of the pain.
You're breaking my heart, breaking my heart once again
I started humming the course with him when he reached it. When I looked at his face I smiled seeing the pure joy written all over his face.
I want someone to love me
For who I am
I want someone to need me
Is that so bad?
I wanna break all the madness
But it's all I have
I want someone to love me
For who I am
When he reached the guitar solo I watched his hands move over the strings fascinated. I could play the guitar, but not like that.
(GUITAR SOLO)
(Are you gonna love me, Yeah)
(For who I am)
When the course started again I started singing along with him still looking down at his hand. I didn't even realize he stopped singing and was listening to me until he stopped playing.
I want someone to love me Yeah, who I am.
For who I am
I want someone to need me
Is that so bad?
I wanna break all the madness
But it's all I have
I want someone to love me
For who I am
When he finished he placed his guitar behind him and we sat in silence for a while looking out into the water.
"Did you like it?" He asked after a while.
I nodded my head smiling. "I loved it. Is it new?" I never heard it before so I really wanted to know.
"No. I'm not recording it either." He said. "I sing it when I need to clear my head, when it gets stressful, when I have no one to talk to, or if I'm just having a bad day." He laughed. "Now that I think about it, I sing that song a lot." He rubbed the back of his neck, something people do when they get nervous.
"Why did you write it?" I was curious. I know it was an important song to him and I could respect than, but I couldn't help myself from asking anyway.
"It's hard to trust people when you're famous. You think you can trust someone with you secrets and the next thing you know it's plastered all over the internet, talk shows, and front page on every magazine. I want to have someone outside of business and family to talk to about my problems and not have it public, someone who knows my fears, and won't judge me." I looked over at him and I saw a wistful look on his face as he stared at nothing. "I want someone to love me for who I am as a person, not my career. I want her to love Nathaniel Black the boy who grew up poor without any money or food every day. Not Nate from Connect 3. That's only a fraction of who I am and what I have been through." He looked out at the water and ran his hand through his curly hair and sighed. "I was only able to come here in the first place because Shane begged Brown to let me come for free."
I leaned a little towards him amazed that he was telling me this. "For a 17 year old, you have been through a lot."
He nodded his head in agreement, "You don't even know the half of it."
"Do you think you will find Ms. Right?" I asked after a moment of silence.
"I don't know." He looked down at the grown deep in thought. "I want to, but I stopped believing in fairytales a long time ago."
"I know what you mean." He looked up at me surprised and I stared at the water. "Growing up I use to believe I would be like Cinderella. I would dream about my wedding to Prince Charming." I chuckled to myself thinking back to when I was younger. "I had the whole thing planed out; a snow white ball gown that had a strapless sweet heart neckline. Of course in my fantasy I had her body, which means I had bigger boobs, but that's so not going to happen." I took a quick glance over at him and he had a small smile on his face. "I dad would walk me down the ale. I had the whole nine yards. Perfect husband, preface kids, perfect life etc.
"I didn't realize how hard life was then. It's like a big ass game of poker; you win some and you lose some. But you never know how bad you lost until it's too late." I closed my eyes hoping I could keep my tears from falling. I couldn't help but think about my life at home. On the surface everything was fine, but under it my life was my personal hell. "No matter how many half assed cards you are handed there is always someone who has it worse than you. That's the way I think about it. Someone always has it worse than you." I shut my eyes even tighter trying to stop the flashes I was having.
Yelling. Cursing. Hitting. Pain. Abuse. Cutting. Molestation. Touching. Pain. Bulling. Degrading. Physical, emotional, sexual, and mental abuse.
No one knows what I was going through. No one suspects anything. No one would believe me even if I told them. Someone always has it worse than you. That's what kept me going.
I snapped out of my thoughts when Nate clapped in my face. I buried my problems in myself like I always do and placed a smile on my face. "Sorry, I spaced out." I faked laughed at myself. "Anyway, I use to believe in fairytales too, but life is unexpected and you've got to play with the hand you've got; good or bad. Music is my personal escape from my problems. It doesn't stop the problems, but it sure as hell help."
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So, how do you like it? You've got a little inside on Mitchie's home life, but not much. Tell me if I should continue writing this story. It's a Nitchie (Nate and Mitchie) story. Shane might be an ass in this story; I haven't really figured anything out.
If you guys like it and want me to continue writing it will probably be undated irregular because of Cheating Boyfriend, Newfounf Love.
Let me know what you think please! I need to know your opinions on this story to see if I should go on or not.
Songs were…Who I Am: Nick Jonas and the Administration and Who Will I Be: Demi Lovato.
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