Shane POV
I mindlessly finished another one of the crappy songs my manager had forced me into singing, not caring enough that my music should have been a representation of everything I felt. The lyrics to the song alone sickened me, telling of a boy who meets a girl, knows she's the one, and loves her forever. The sour notes hung in the air, mocking me and everything that had happened in my life.
"Shane, are you sure this is the stuff you want to keep singing?" Nate asked hesitantly. He was always hesitant when he spoke to me now. I was always in a foul mood, and lashed out at him often, without warning. I didn't have the life in me to stop what I was doing, or care.
"You know, Mitchie would never approve of the band singing this crap," Jason, on the other hand, always spoke his mind.
"You think Mitchie would actually care enough in the first place?" I practically yelled at him. The other guys didn't flinch, they were used to this now.
On the inside, I felt like sobbing. I felt like tearing my heart out, maybe that would save me from the never-ceasing pain I felt searing in my heart.
I stormed out of the recording studio, needing someplace to sort out my raging thoughts. I ran outside, through a back door so the paparazzi wouldn't catch me in this state, and plopped down in the grass. I had yet to realize what had happened between me and Mitchie. We were so in love when Camp Rock ended, not wanting to ever be apart. She promised to write me letters, and I told her I'd call her whenever I had a break from touring, rehearsing, or recording. The first week away from her had been hard on me, but her voice over the phone had managed to get me through. I received her first letter, and eagerly responded. I knew we could make this work, hold out until next summer and the next session of Camp Rock. She sent a letter the following week, and I did the same. Then, the third letter came a week late, which I figured could just be her being tired from her school work and not having the time to sit and write to me. I responded, but didn't get a letter back for three weeks. Then a month, and now I wasn't getting any at all.
I didn't know what to do. What had I done wrong? Why wouldn't she talk to me? I had called her multiple times during each day after I hadn't gotten a letter, she never picked up. I was still so in love with her, I had no idea what I could've done to make her upset with me. The life was slowly draining out of me as time passed without Mitchie. And I just began not to care. Now the band's music career was at stake, because of my absence of heart in the music. I tried to explain it to the guys, but they just didn't get it. I couldn't give the band my heart, Mitchie had stolen it away from me.
I hopped back up, knowing that eventually I had to get back up and face reality. I sulked back into our booth. Nate and Jason had packed up the equipment for the day, deciding that we were done for the day. Our manager new better than to argue with me.
"Go get in the car," Jason commanded in his "big brother" voice. I didn't object.
Ten minutes later, Nate and Jason appeared back out of the studio, with serious and surprisingly determined faces. Jason hopped into the driver's seat and raced out of the parking lot as soon as Nate had shut the door. His eagerness to get back to a home wherein there were parents who only loved their sons because they brought in billions of dollars of cash was suspicious.
"Jason, why are you driving like a lunatic?" I said as I noticed he turned in the direction heading away from our home. His response, "You'll see," only added to my suspicion.
OK so... please drop me a review and tell me wat u think! I tried to keep Mitchie's "problem" in the dark a little bit, but you smart people will probably be able to figure it out pretty quickly. Anyway, more to come soon! :)
