A\N: I decided to make my own version of Camp Rock, because I was a little disappointed by the way it turned out. I liked it and all, but it needed to be a little less G-Rated… So here is MY tweaked version of the movie, "Camp Rock"! It includes way more Jonas and a little less of Demi and the girls…
Camp Rock
Chapter 1
My own version of Camp Rock told in Shane's point of view
Nate came over to me. "Shane, we need to talk,"
"I'm too busy to talk!" I barked, walking over to my guitars. "Nate, we need to practice for our tour."
"Yeah, about that…" Nate mumbled.
I whipped around. "What about the tour?"
He rubbed the back of his neck. "Well, Jason and I kinda are canceling the tour…"
"WHAT?!" I yelled.
Nate flinched before continuing. "The way you stormed off the set of our new music video cost the record label thousands of dollars and may have cost us our record deal."
I rolled my eyes. "Come on, Nate. That's bull shit."
"Shane, you need to clean up your act. You've been acting like a real asshole to everyone and Jason and I aren't too happy about it. You're ruining the band, man! What's wrong with you?"
"Nothing is wrong with me," I scoffed and walked away.
"Well thanks to you, everything is ruined," Nate growled.
I turned around and put my hands on my hips. "Excuse me?"
He shied away. "Uhh… nothing. I gotta go," Nate said and ran the other way.
I cursed under my breath and then walked over to Jason. He was eating a muffin of some sort. I grabbed it from him and threw it on the floor. "Stop eating and start explaining!"
Jason looked hurt. He picked the muffin up off of the ground and brushed some of the dirt off. He bit off another part of it. "Explaining what?"
I put my hands on my hips. "Explain why you canceled the tour,"
He shrugged. "It was all Nate's idea…" he mumbled and walked away.
I huffed and then walked over to Nate, who was putting away some guitars. "You! This was all your idea!"
Nate looked at me. "Sorry, Shane, but you asked for it."
X X X
Jason and Nate came up to me. "Hey, we're going for an interview," Nate told me.
"An interview?" I asked. Since when do we have interviews?
Nate nodded. "Yeah. On some radio station. Now hop in the limo," he said.
I followed my band members over to our black limo. I got inside and turned on the TV. "So…" I started. "Where is this place?"
Jason and Nate looked at each other and turned the TV off.
"Well, we're not actually going to an interview," Jason said.
Nate elbowed him.
"Ow! What'd you do that for you little-" Jason exclaimed.
Nate shot him a glance. He looked back at me. "We're taking you to Camp Rock."
I laughed. Camp Rock, eh? I haven't been there in forever. Yeah, right. Jason and Nate looked at each other. "You guys are just kidding, right?" I asked.
Jason searched his tiny, tiny brain and then shook his head. "Uhh… no."
"We actually are taking you back to Camp Rock," Nate said.
My jaw dropped. "What? I don't want to waste my summer at some camp! I'm Shane freaking Gray for God's sake!"
Nate rolled his eyes. "Hey man, we used to love this place. Three years ago, we were campers."
Jason nodded. "Yeah man, this is where Connect Three… connected," he looked thoughtfully up at the sky.
Nate gave him a weird look. "And you get to see your Uncle Brown."
I rolled my eyes and scoffed. "Not a selling point."
"Look man," Nate continued. "Right now, you're the bad boy of the press, and the label has a problem with that… which means, we have a problem with that."
Jason cut him off. "Actually, I don't really have a problem with that." Nate shot him a glance and he stuttered a bit. He pointed to me. "We have a problem with that.
"This camp thing is supposed to fix it; it's good PR. So do your time…" Nate smiled. "Enjoy the fresh air… get a tan."
"Oh!" Jason exclaimed. "And can you make me a birdhouse or something?"
Nate sighed and closed his eyes, hitting his head on the back of the seat.
I gave Jason a weird look and shook my head. "One word: Payback!"
Jason shook his head and held out two fingers. "That's two words!"
I rolled my eyes, unbuckling my seat belt and getting out the car, my guitar in hand. I slammed the door and Nate came over to the window.
"By the way!" he called out. "We told the press that you'd be doing a duet with the winner of the Final Jam!"
I stuck my head in the window. "What?! You little bastard!"
Nate waved goodbye with a slight smirk on his face, and then closed the window, zooming away. I was left standing there with my black and white checkered gig bag, feeling totally betrayed by my band members. I scoffed, rolled my eyes, and then went over to my uncle's cabin.
My uncle opened the door with his arms out, ready for a hug. "Shane!" I walked past him, entering the cabin.
"Hey Uncle Brown," I muttered, inviting myself into his cabin.