A/N So this might seem totally out of character for me to do ,but this fandom is like my guilty pleasure and at like 5:30 in the morning I was hit with a stroke of brilliance and HAD to write it. I know a certain author by the name of MirderMystery is going to like hate me for this ,but I still love her :D Remember Mird, I named you!

Also, I'm not going to follow the plot exactly because it doesn't really work well with this plot. But some things are the same.

Disclaimer: I don't own Camp Rock. I mean I would LOVE to own Shane Gray...but I don't

Mitchie POV

I slowly padded my way towards the grand piano. I could almost feel it whispering my name, begging me to play something. So I did. I succumbed to its begging and let my fingers take the lead and play the first thing I thought of.

This is real

This is me

I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be now

Gonna let the light, Shine on me!

I sighed feeling a little stupid. Here I was at the most prestigious camp for musicians and I was sitting in a room alone, playing a song that probably wasn't even that good. I slowly rose and walked out, relishing in the cool air. Behind me I heard someone else enter the practise room and was glad I had left when I had. If they had heard me, no doubt I would have been made fun of.

I walked around, humming a random tune that had popped into my head. It was peaceful out here, all alone. I wasn't lonely exactly, I almost liked it.

"Mitchie?" I turned to face a high-pitched voice. Tess. "We're practising Too Cool for the campfire. We need your backup vocals."

I nodded and smiled, feeling honoured that she needed my vocals. This was Tess Tyler daughter of T.J. Tyler. She was bound to become famous no matter if she had talent or if she was just going to become a socialite. We trekked back to our cabin and began to practise. Turns out she had talent. A bit forced but talent nonetheless.

By the time Tess had declared it perfect and we were dressed, it was time for the campfire. I smiled as we sauntered down towards the stage. Everyone gave us looks mixed with envy and...anger? Maybe it was just my imagination but it seemed that people had started to like my less and less as my time with Tess increased.

"Mitchie!" Tess shouted. I snapped back into reality and mumbled sorries. "Get ready to go on."

I nodded; slowly losing that feeling of confidence and happiness that was there only moments before. I felt my broad smile turn into a small scowl. Up on stage, Ella and Peggy gave their all with broad smiles on their face. I barely sang, a look of displease on my face. Until I caught sight of Shane Gray.

He gave a small smile, and I could have sworn it was directed at me. I was probably imagining it though. Why would Shane Gray be staring at me? He was probably directing his attention at Tess and had glanced over at me just the moment I chose to look at him. That was it.

We finished our song and stepped off stage. I started to walk to sit with Tess when I felt someone pull my arm. I turned.

"What are you doing?" Caitlyn stared me straight in the eyes. "I've heard you sing, Mitchie. Why are you singing backup to...Tess?"

"She's better than me." I shrugged as if it was obvious. "I'm lucky to even be included in her group. You have to understand, Caitlyn."

Her eyes showed disappointment. I almost regretted being friends with Tess just from the look on Caitlyn's face. I felt like a traitor. Was I? I suppose I kind of had ditched Caitlyn ,but just because I was hanging with Tess didn't mean that we couldn't be friends. Right?

"Mitchie. Tess...isn't good enough for you. " Caitlyn lifted her eyes up to the sky as if trying to hide her expression. "She's not good enough for anyone here. Trust me."

"Why should I, Caitlyn?" I shook my head slowly. "I mean I bet back at home you have tons of friends that you can look to and everyone likes you. But that isn't the case with me."

"Mitchie," Caitlyn began ,but I cut her off and stormed away almost fuming. How dare she act like I should trust her? What did she know about Tess? Jealousy. She was probably just jealous that she wasn't as popular as Tess. I sighed. I knew this wasn't true. Maybe I had overreacted. Caitlyn has been here before.

"Mitchie!" Tess shouted my name. I rushed over to her, expecting some sort of emergency only to find her snapping her fingers impatiently. "Gosh, so slow. Okay so we have to prepare for the Pygama Jam."

"Tess, that's like forever away..." I pointed out. Tess gave me a look that sent chills down my spine. "I mean don't you think we should like focus more on the classes?"

"Mitchie, it's never bad to be early." Tess flipped her hair as she said this, giving me a look that almost said pity. "Gosh, that's why you shouldn't sing solo. You're still an amateur."

I felt my face turning red as a tomato. My throat tightened up and my eyes bugged out.

"Excuse me?"

"Oh it's not, like, an insult. I'm just saying it's best that you sing backup for now. I mean your voice probably isn't as good as mine anyway."

"Tess. I may not be the daughter of someone famous and I may not be the queen bee on this camp ,but I'm positive that I can sing with more soul and passion than you ever will." I squinted my eyes. "In case you hadn't guessed, I'm so out of the pyjama jam and out of your cabin."

I stormed off, tears of anger threatening to spill. Had I just told off Tess Tyler? God, why I had I fallen for her tricks. Why hadn't I stuck with Caitlyn and Lola and them? They probably hated me now. I rushed back to Tess's cabin before they arrived, grabbed my stuff and raced over to my mom's cabin. I knocked softly and heard my mother's voice beckon me in.

"Mom?" I sniffled, the anger tears had come. My mom turned to face me, her face turning into confusion. "I...Caitlyn was right. Tess...she...she...she just wanted to get me out of the picture."

I collapsed on the bed, trying hard to stay focused on the ceiling. I knew I was done crying. It wasn't that I was sad, it was that I was alone again. I had felt like I had escaped that feeling of barely anyone to talk to. Don't get me wrong, I was happy most of the time. But sometimes when I had trouble with Sierra I wished I had someone to complain to.

"Mitchie, I don't know what is going on." My mother sat down next to me on that bed that was mine again. "Do you want to talk?"

"I thought Tess Tyler liked me as a friend. I thought she thought I was cool and I had a good voice. I thought she wanted to help me. I thought wrong." I sighed and rolled over to my side to face my mom. "She just wanted me out of the picture because she thought I had talent and might take or spot or steal Shane Gray from her. I don't even care about either of that. I just wanted to be...popular."

"Mitchie, why didn't you stay with that nice girl I saw you with?" I shrugged. "Caitlyn right? She seemed really sweet."

"Because Tess rules the camp." I snorted a bit, thinking about how people really hated her. I hadn't realised it until tonight but she only ruled the camp out of fear. "She's T.J. Tyler's daughter. Yes, the T.J. Tyler."

"Well, honey, just go ask Caitlyn if she can forgive you." My mom patted my hair softly. I nodded.

"If only it were that simple." I sat up a bit, feeling anxious all of the sudden. "We had a fight. I kind of stormed off on her after telling her that she didn't understand. She looked really hurt. I don't...I don't know why I did it."

"I'm sure she can forgive you." I watched as my mom slowly rose up from the bed to sit on her own. "For now, are you moving back in my cabin?"

I nodded and began to unpack all the clothes I had just recently packed up. I remembered when Tess had criticised me for only having a small amount of clothes. Before I could even know what was happening, I had lied. Again. Along with telling the entire camp that my mom was president of Hot Tunes China I had acted like I was some sort of diva with a never-ending clothes supply.

Flashback

"You can't seriously have all your clothes in that." Tess pointed her finger at my bag with a shocked look on her face. I began to explain that I did but suddenly felt the need to impress her.

"Oh no." I muttered. "I have the rest coming...in my trunk. This is just like the essentials."

I saw Tess brighten up at this. Why? Could I not stop lying? Now she thought I was some rich, girly diva like her. Was that what I wanted? I guess I had no choice now.

I heard a knock on the door behind but ignored it. Expecting my mom to get it.

"Mitch, honey, can you get that?" I heard her call from the bathroom. "I'm trying to fix this loose shower head."

"Sure thing!" I smiled a bit, laughing that my mother always felt the need to fix everything up perfectly. I yelled toward the door. "Coming!"

I turned the knob and yanked it open, expecting Brown or some other counsellor. Instead I was greeted with a very peeved, yet very cute, Shane Gray.