An eighteen year old Mitchie Torres sat down on her bed. Everything in her room had changed from Connect 3 posters to Paramore posters. From a keyboard to a baby piano. From a set of Dj decks to producing equipment. From dreaming to be a singer to being a well established music producer.
She had been so sheltered before but now she's ready for life. Her thoughts were interrupted by her white iphone went off. She picked it up her purple vanished nail tapping the pickup button. "Hello
Mitchie Torres' is on the phone." Mitchie said cheerfully her voice filled with happiness from a recent song she wrote.
"Hey Mitchie, I'm Billy Ray Stewart. My daughter is Hannah Montana. She was wondering if you'd write a song for her new album." The male voice that belonged to Billy Ray said on the other side of the phone ran through.
"Billy I'd be mad not to. I've got a couple here… something pop-y with a bit of sassy fun?" Mitchie asked flipping through her cream paged black cursive writing filled song book. "That sounds good. Tomorrow at Lava Studio's in New York okay?" Mitchie look over at her calendar it was her 'day off' tomorrow but hey a buck is better than a break, in any case. "Sure a full day of recording right?" Billy agreed instantly. "Okay... Eight tomorrow at Lava Studio booth number 4. I'll be there."
Mitchie sighed as she hung up. Hannah was an artist she had worked with plenty of times. Knowing Hannah she would be there from Eight am till the same at night. Trying to match her voice to the instruments until it meant scrapping her original music and having to record a lot of new pop-y stuff that doesn't fit the lyrics and undermining message.
Mitchie placed her pale creamy hand on the white ivory keys of the piano in the corner of her room. Her eyes wandering around the red walled room. Posters of Pararmore and Linkin Park were clear favorites with Death by Sunrise, Mindless Self Indulgence and Pink just behind lining the walls. Then there was her closet filled with sixteen year old Mitchie Torres' stuff. Connect 3 posters and High School Musical posters filled. Then there was all of the artist she's worked with thank-you letters from the likes of Kei$ha, The Black Eyed Peas, Troy and Gabriella Bolton, Sharpay, London Tipton, Britney Spears, Owl City and Miley Stewart.
She played a soft melody consisting of a deep hidden emotion. Her mouth began to move mouthing words that may fit:
"I can almost see it
That dream I'm dreaming
But there's a voice inside my head saying
"You'll never reach it" She couldn't help but begin to sing the words not caring if she sound bad. She tapped a remote that rested on top of the piano that made a soft violn composition begin to play.
"Every Step I'm taking
Every Move I'm making
Lost with no direction
My faith is shaking
But I gotta keep trying
Gotta keep my head held high
There's always gonna be another mountain
I'm always gonna want to make it move
Always gonna be a uphill battle
Sometimes I'm gonna have to lose" She felt the words connect to her past she had given up hope in learning about.
"Ain't about how fast I get there
Ain't about what's waiting on the other side
It's the climb
The struggles I'm facing
The chances I'm taking
Sometimes might knock me down
But I'm not breaking
I may not know it
But these are the moments that
I'm gonna remember most, yeah
Just gotta keep going
And I got a be strong
Just keep pushing on
There's always gonna be another mountain
I'm always gonna want to make it move
Always gonna be a uphill battle
Sometimes I'm gonna have to lose
Ain't about how fast I get there
Ain't about what's waiting on the other side
It's the climb yeah!
There's always gonna be another mountain
I'm always gonna want to make it move
Always gonna be a uphill battle
Somebody's gonna have to lose
Ain't about how fast I get there
Ain't about what's waiting on the other side
It's the climb yeah!
Keep on moving, Keep on climbing
Keep your faith baby
It's all about, It's all about The Climb
Keep your faith; Keep your faith, whoa." The melody ended and Mitchie sighed. She put clothes for tomorrow in her bag along with toiletries. She knew she could never be the climb. She had given up on that dream, or what she was told was her dream a long time ago.
"Besides… it's not like the world needs another Miley!" Mitchie said to herself as she put the clothes and toiletries in a backpack grabbing her ipod, iphone and wallet into her jean pockets her song book the last thing she put into her backpack.
She did this so often she no longer bothered her parents if she was going somewhere. She had graduated high school by homeschooling. She put all her bags into the back seat of her convertible. She jumped into the front of her red convertible. She smiled at the few photographers outside her family home. It was due to the fact celebrities were known to come over for a jamming session.
She sighed as she turned on the radio to hear one of her new songs she produced with Kei$ha on the radio. Tik Tok began to play as the sunset began to fade. She drove down that New Jersey road knowing it was just another day at work tomorrow.
And that's all it will ever be. They will use you to make a hit your name in fine print. As if anyone gives a shit about who made this.
"Mitchie Torres, you think your grown-up now. But darling your still so naïve."
AN: Okay this is the first chapter to Behind the scene. But for those who are so confused this is the squeal to "Living in the Shadows." And the reason it's the squeal for an eight chapter story is because I've just done a 2 year jump. This chapter is extremely short but I felt you should all get to see what this story will be like. Just so you know I don't like name dropping characters from movies it's just the way I could express she has had many clients.
Hopefully I'll update in three/four days. I've got three days of school left for the year so it wont be too long.
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