PROLOGUE-
Axel Turner had never been more furious in his entire life. Clutched in his hand was a crinkled Camp Rock brochure that looked like it had been stomped on. His blazing eyes flickered from the brochure to the actual camp itself. He could see the bright light of a campfire, which he promptly scoffed at. He also could see a bunch of shiny silver canoes, which were parked by the lake. His scowl deepened as he saw the "Camp Star" that was written on each of them.
"I just don't understand it." He grumbled, trying to suppress the anger that was bubbling up inside of him. "It wasn't supposed to play out like this. He lost. That should've been the end of it!" He spat. "So, why are MY campers over there? HIS campers should be the ones switching! Not MINE!" He took a deep breath, attempting to calm himself down, before peering over his shoulder at his now abandoned camp. "Dana!" He called. At least he knew his daughter would never leave him.
Surprisingly, there was no response. Frowning, he began walking towards her cabin. "Dana!" He reached the door and she still hadn't replied. He was starting to get a bad feeling about this. Knocking on the door, he tried one last time. "Dana!"
Once again, nothing. His hand grasped the doorknob. He hesitated before flinging the door open. Slowly, his eyes widened as he took it in. The cabin was empty. There was no sign of her anywhere. He heard noise from outside but not a sound was coming from inside the small air-conditioned building. He took a few steps back. It couldn't be. Not her too. Even his own daughter had chosen Brown over him.
His rage was too much to hold in. He stormed out of the cabin, slamming the door behind him. As soon as he left, he realized what it was he had been hearing. Joyous singing reached his ears, causing his blood to boil. Pure hatred coursed through his veins as he looked towards the sound and saw the accursed camp. Of course. It wasn't enough for Brown to see to it that he was betrayed by his own campers. Oh no. He had to make sure that those same campers celebrate his downfall.
"He's going to pay for this..." Axel growled, his mind flashing to his daughter, who was no doubt singing as well. "He's going to regret it." He kicked the dirt in frustration. "It's just not fair!" He complained, sounding like a whiny little kid. "Even when he loses, he still wins! Why am I the one that always suffers the defeat?"
A bright light went streaking across the sky overhead and Axel could hear someone shout, "Look! A shooting star!" Which was followed by: "What do you wish for?"
He blocked out the jumble of responses from the other blissful campers. He didn't want to hear their happy little screams. "Do you know what I wish for?" He asked himself, not caring if he sounded crazy. "I wish that for once in his life, Brown would lose. That I would be the one that emerges victorious. That everyone would be rushing to be on my side, not his." He glanced up, just in time to see the shooting star go zooming out of view. Sighing, he stared at the dark night sky. "I just want to be better than Brown Cesario."
Completely unaware of what was happening across the lake, Mitchie Torres snuggled up to her boyfriend. As the song they had been singing came to a conclusion, he grinned down at her. Her heart skipped a beat. He was so perfect. From his fluffy black hair to his deep brown eyes, he was just her type. Though the truth was, she had never met someone as complex as he was. When she first met him, he had seemed like a jerk. But after digging a little deeper, she found that he was the nicest guy you could ask for. And considerate too!
She smiled affectionately up at him, grateful that he was hers. Their eyes made contact and she felt a shiver go down her spine. It was like he could see into her heart. He reached down and absentmindedly took her hand, never breaking the gaze they were sharing. Unfortunately, their sweet moment was short-lived. Ella's high-pitched squeal pierced through the now still evening air, causing Mitchie to cringe.
"Look! A shooting star!" The girl yelled. Shane let go of her hand and turned away from her so he could stare at the comet that was rocketing across the inky night sky. Mitchie bit back a sigh. There goes that. Reluctantly, she sat up to as well. "What do you wish for?"
Ella looked at Mitchie curiously. Mitchie saw how genuine her smile was and knew she couldn't be mad at the fashionista for interrupting her moment with Shane. There were murmurs as everyone began discussing their wish. Shane gazed at his girlfriend, a slight smile on his face. He was clearly interested. After all, he had said multiple times that he wanted to get to know her better. Wasn't this the perfect opportunity?
She thought for a second, wanting to give a good answer. "I wish... To remember tonight forever."
He beamed. "That's a great wish." His hand found hers again. As he gave it a gentle squeeze, she stared into his eyes. To be honest, she didn't know why she had made that particular wish. Shane may have thought it was great, but she found that it was sort of lame. Not to mention cheesy. Remembering something? Really, Mitchie? That's what she had her memory for, right? But it was spur of the moment, and for some reason, she had felt like that was what she needed most. She felt like there was an important reason to ensure that she just couldn't forget. Shaking away the thought of things she couldn't yet understand, she decided she would just enjoy the night. There was nothing to worry about. Everything would be fine. After all, she had just had her happily ever after. Camp Rock had been saved, all the Camp Star campers had switched, and she and Shane were together. Everything was absolutely perfect. She should have known that if something seems too good to be true... It usually is.