CHAPTER ONE-

A/N: Okay, here it is. This one's a lot longer. Please review and tell me what you think, and who your favorite character is!

Axel's eyes opened suddenly, which startled him. He had no recollection of going to sleep. As he glanced around, his eyes widened. This was not his cabin. In fact, he wasn't familiar with the place at all. The bedroom was truly enormous, with furniture that all looked very expensive. It was true, he was rich, but this place was beyond even his budget.

"Dad, are you awake?"

He sat up, surprised to see his daughter standing by the door, her arms crossed and a faint smile on her face. "Dana? I thought you would be at Camp Rock with the others." He tried to keep his voice from shaking with anger.

She frowned, concern written all over her face. Slowly, she walked over to him, and studied his face. "Camp Rock?" She ran a hand through her long dark hair. "Dad, are you okay? You know that Camp Rock doesn't exist anymore. And even if it did, why would I be there?" She asked, clearly confused.

Axel blinked a few times, trying to check to make sure he hadn't heard wrong. "What do you mean 'doesn't exist anymore'?" He furrowed his eyebrows, needing an explanation.

"Well, you know." She shrugged. It was clear from her expression that she didn't like talking about this. "They had to shut it down after they lost. That was part of the agreement they signed."

None of this was sounding familiar to him, though by the look on Dana's face, it was supposed to. He just nodded, unsure of what to say. His head was spinning.

"Anyways, I came up to tell you that Connect Three are ready to talk as soon as you are. They just got here from the Tyler-Williams estate." She explained.

"Connect Three?" He said, not bothering to hide his disgust. "Why on Earth would they want to talk to me?"

She chuckled. "Because you're their boss? Dad, you sure you're okay?"

"Their boss?"

"Dad." She gave him a look. "Yes, you're their boss! You own Star Records, which is the label you signed them to."

His head was starting to hurt. This was a lot to take in. "I'm sorry, Dana." He apologized. "I just have a headache and I suppose it's causing me to be a little forgetful."

"It's okay, dad." She smiled. "Take all the time you need to get ready. After all, you're the boss. They can't really complain." She shrugged. "Oh, and by the way. TJ Tyler is hoping to meet with you. She's dying to get her daughter and stepson signed."

"TJ Tyler? Does she work for me too?" He asked incredulously.

She laughed. "Of course."

She glanced at the door and Axel heard a familiar voice yell, "Dana, can I have a little assistance?"

"Coming!" She shouted back. Then turning to her dad, she beamed. "I'll see you later. Love you!"

He watched as she exited the room. "Love you too..."He had wanted to ask who the person that had just called for her was. He knew that voice, he just couldn't place it...He waited for her to close the door behind her before getting dressed. He opened his wardrobe to see it was full of expensive suits. Glancing down, he realized he was wearing what appeared to be silk pajamas. Whatever they were, they were also very expensive looking. He turned back to the suits, grabbed one and got dressed, still trying to process what Dana had been saying.

"Camp Rock shut down... Connect Three works for me... TJ Tyler works for me..." He repeated that over and over, and by about the twentieth time, he was starting to believe it. It just seemed so strange. Heading downstairs, he saw Dana standing by the doorway to another large room.

She spotted him and grinned. "Hey dad. They're in here."

He slowly followed her and was shocked to see a very professional looking conference room. Seated at the table were the three boys that Axel had always despised. But he pushed aside the hatred and took a seat, doing his best to smile at the three brothers.

"Hello boys."

"Hello sir." They said in unison.

He tried not to look stunned. She hadn't been kidding. Connect Three was actually working for him. He was actually their boss. "So what was it you wanted to discuss with me?" He hoped he sounded professional instead of smug. He didn't want to let on that he wasn't used to this.

They exchanged looks before the one in the middle, Shane, began talking. "We were hoping, sir, that you would be kind enough to let us take tomorrow off? We know we have a lot of work to be done on the new album, but we haven't had a day off since we started working here, and it's Jason's birthday..."

Axel couldn't help but smirk. He never thought he'd see the day when Shane Gray was kissing up to him. Nate and Jason looked at the floor nervously. He could tell from the amount of hesitance they were showing that he was a very tough boss. Probably not one to say yes to something like this.

"What do you think, Dana?" He asked the patiently waiting girl.

She cleared her throat, preparing to give her opinion. It was clear that he asked her for it a lot, because she didn't seem caught off guard. "Well, they do have the album coming up, and there was Shane's little tantrum last week..."

"Tantrum?"

Shane's face turned bright red and he quickly turned his gaze to the ground as well. Nate glanced up briefly to shoot him a piercing glare.

"You know, the incident last Monday. When he threw a fit saying he hated the music you were making him play, and if it weren't for the contract you had all the Camp Rockers sign, he wouldn't be here." She clarified.

Axel raised his eyebrows at the embarrassed boy. "Oh, that's right. I think after taking that into consideration..." He decided to torture Shane a little bit. "I'll give them the day off. But just Nate and Jason."

Shane's chin dropped as his brothers looked up in amazement. "Are you serious, sir?" Nate questioned in disbelief.

"Yes. My decision is final."

Shane's mouth was still gaping open. "Please, sir." He finally said, regaining his ability to speak. "Couldn't I do something to make you consider letting me off too?"

Axel's smirk grew. He knew he was going to say that. He had planned it. "I don't know, Shane." He let out an exaggerated sigh. He had Shane right where he wanted him, the naive boy just didn't know it.

"Please, sir!" He begged. "I'll do anything."

He pretended to think about it before looking at him critically. "Anything?"

Shane nodded. "Yes."

"I tell you what, Shane. If you promise not to complain about my policies or EVER mention Camp Rock again, I will let you off." He paused. "But if you break our little agreement..." He added, causing Shane's eager smile to slide off of his face. "I will be changing this band's name to Connect Two."

Shane gulped. "Yes, sir."

Axel nodded. "Good. Now that we have come to terms, you all have the day off tomorrow. I hope you enjoy it."

They all quickly nodded before beginning a chorus of "Thank you, sir".

"And I'm sorry for my little fit last week. That was uncalled for. It will not happen again." Shane stated humbly.

Axel crossed his arms. "Oh, I know it won't."

The boy gulped before shuffling out of the room with his brothers.

"You handled that pretty well, dad. I was a little surprised you let them off, though."

He turned to his daughter. "It's easier to get your way if you make them think they're getting their way." Something occurred to him, narrowing his eyes, he studied Dana carefully. "Are you still dating Nathan?"

Her eyes shot open. "No! Dad, I never dated Nate! I never dated any of them! I know you have that 'no dating my clients' rule. Maybe you're thinking about Tess. She's dating Shane."

"What about that Mitchie girl?"

She looked confused. "Mitchie...? Wait, you mean your private chef's daughter?"

"My..." He couldn't help but let a huge grin cross his face at that one. His biggest annoyance had been turned into a benign little girl whose mommy worked for him. How perfect.

"Anyways, dad. I think Miss Tyler and Mr. Williams were hoping to talk to you."

"Ah, Luke and Tess." He nodded, understanding. "They want on the label?"

She giggled. "Doesn't everyone?"

"Apparently." He rubbed his chin. This was all so amazing, but at the same time, very stressful. He could barely believe it, even with all the evidence he'd seen. "Dana, I think I'll go on a walk first. I need some fresh air."

She nodded. "Okay. They can wait."

"Excellent. I'll be back in an hour or so."

He left the house and began walking. After about ten minutes, he reached the town square. He lived right on the outskirts of town, on top of a hill. His house was so large it needed its own mountain. It wasn't even really a house. It was a mansion.

He moved through the streets, taking his time. He made sure to take in every detail. Soon, he began to notice children. They were all sitting on their porches, looking bummed. Every time one of them saw him, the kid would gasp then start rambling before running inside in fear.

This went on for a while before he started to wonder if the kids were the former Camp Rockers. His suspicions were confirmed when he reached a porch with four children all sitting on it, conversing quietly. They noticed him, but instead of moving, they stood up and crossed their arms. He recognized one of them as Caitlyn Gellar. She was very loud and annoying.

"What are you doing here?" She blurted rudely.

He raised his eyebrows. "Do you really think you should be talking to me like that?"

She narrowed her blue eyes. "Why wouldn't I? You've already taken everything I ever cared about! You took Camp Rock, and you took my music. What else can you take from me?"

"Your music?"

She sneered at him. "That's rich. Act like you don't know what you did. You had us sign that stupid contract. We could either come over and work for you, or we had to give up music completely."

"So why not work for me?" He asked, the corners of his mouth twitching up slightly.

"Because I'm not willing to sell my soul." Caitlyn spat.

There was one other girl standing there. She gasped and pulled Caitlyn back. "Caitlyn, stop!"

"Why Lola?" She turned to scowl at her desperate friend. "Why should I stop? When did HE stop? When did HE show mercy? When did HE think twice before taking away everything I loved?" By the time she finished, she was screaming.

Axel wasn't scared of the firecracker of a girl in front of him. He just fixed her with a gloating smile. "My, aren't you a feisty one."

Caitlyn let out a growl before attempting to lunge at the unconcerned Axel. Lola barely managed to seize the back of her shirt. The two boys that had been watching from the side darted over and also took hold of her.

"Lola! Sander! Barron! LET ME AT HIM!"

They shook their heads rapidly, refusing to release the furious former Camp Rocker.

"YOU THINK YOU'VE GOT IT ALL, AXEL, BUT SOMEONE'S GOING TO BRING YOU DOWN SOMEDAY! KEEP IN MIND THAT I DON'T MIND GOING TO JAIL!" She screeched, straining against the grips of her friends.

Axel had to admit, that was a little intimidating. But he chose not to show it. Instead he chuckled and shook his head. "Not a good thing to say to the man with several lawyers." He commented snidely.

"Stop. Caitlyn. Shhh. It's okay. Take a breath." Lola coaxed.

Sander rubbed Caitlyn's back reassuringly. "It's a'ight, Cait."

Barron just looked at her nervously, knowing that he was likely to say something stupid to upset her.

"No! It's not 'a'ight', Sander! He's going to pay!" She shouted. She tried to pull away one last time before she sighed. Axel watched as she visibly deflated. You could see the rest of her excess energy leaving her. She sat down, causing her friends to loosen their grasp on her.

"Well, as wonderful as this has been, I should be on my way. I have important clients waiting, Miss Gellar. But remember, if you ever feel like getting back to your music... I'm still looking for new talent."

"Me? Work for you?" She laughed icily. "When hell freezes over."

A/N: Done! So, what do you think? Please tell me with a review!