June 14th
12:02pm
Final Jam this year is going to be the best ever! Everyone is really excited and are working extra hard. Also there is a lot more competition this year, which makes it all the more fun!
Nate invited me to a random jam session in one of the practise rooms with Shane and Mitchie. Every now and then she kept shooting me looks, I tried to ignore them but she is not very subtle. One of the perks to Nate being related to Shane – sometimes he misses things, just like Shane does almost everyday. Luckily he didn't notice anything; I would've been embarrassed if he did. Wait, what?
Why does it matter if he sees Mitchie giving me looks?
We're Just Friends.
5:20pm
I'm getting used to writing in this thing. I'm going to try to take it out with me now and record some of my conversations… While I'm having them. I guess now I thought that through it does seem weird. But I guess I've been a little light on the annoying of people I don't like much, so I'll try it out on them first.
Don't judge me, I've been busy lately. It's hard to find the time to always bug people. Especially when you are trying to not kill them in the process.
Books are really good listeners…
6:12pm
I'm thinking about doing something really drastic for Final Jam. Singing. My own song. I mean, I've wrote songs, sure. I'm a producer; I can't produce if I have no material. Mitchie likes my songs. I'm not much of a singer. Sure I can sing, but I've never really done it before. Mitchie is trying to talk me into it.
Mitchie encourages me waaaay too much. It's like she wants me to do absolutely everything.
Well I guess that's Mitchie for you.
June 15th
7:01am
"Wake up Caitlyn!"
"NO!" I yelled, "NOT THE PINK ONE!" I woke up and saw Mitchie brightly standing over me, laughing at my sleep talking. A little too brightly for my liking.
Oh come on, what can I say? I'm not a morning person!
"Caity? Why did you grab your diary and start writing in it as soon as you woke up? That wasn't my original question but it's kinda creeping me out. And why are you writing down everything I say?"
"Sorry," I said. "I am taking my diary to a new… perspective. Don't worry, no one can touch it or I'll hunt them down and kill them with a fork!"
"I don't even wanna know," Mitchie said, shaking her head.
"I haven't had my coffee yet, I hardly know how I manage to keep my eyes open, let alone stop myself for unleashing my totally amazing, mind-blowing power of confusing people with my awesome ability of insane yet intelligent awesomeness," I knew that that would get Mitchie worried.
"You really need your coffee. I'll go get you some." Mitchie backed away slowly and then dashed out of the door.
It works every time. Just throw in some extremely long sentences that are not really relevant to a sentence and you get Mitchie dashing out like a headless chicken. No, wait, more like a chicken with a head. Or a crazed duck or something. I don't know.
11:33am
"Caity!"
"Nate, hi!"
"What are you doing?"
"Oh, just writing our conversation down in my diary."
"And I shouldn't be scared of this because?…"
"I'm just really getting into this writing thing I guess,"
"Oh."
"Yeah."
"So.. um.."
Hang on just one moment.
When has it EVER been this awkward between Nate and me? EVER? We're best friends for crying out loud!
I successfully shook the awkwardness off and composed myself. Pretty well I might add.
"Did you know that the best way to get Mitchie to do something for you is to freak her out by being random?" I know a good whatever-I-am must never reveal secrets, but Nate deserves to know. He could use it on Shane. Remind me to try and use it on Shane sometime.
"No, I didn't. But I'm sure you're the only one who could pull that off," Nate said. I laughed.
"Yeah, you're probably right."
"So, I came over to ask you if you wanted to come and help me in the practise room. I'm working on a few new songs but they are not going too well. Which is strange."
"Yeah, that is strange. You? Nate Gray? The Nate Gray? Not being able to write a song?"
I am extremely confused as to why he just asked me to help him write a song.
"But, why me? Why not Mitchie? She's so much better at writing songs?"
"Because I love you, Caitlyn,"
HAHA! FOOLED YOU! What he really said was: "Because I need your awesome talent this time."
"Okay…" I said. I, again, am confused. Oh well. I've got nothing better to do.
1:28pm
Okay, so I couldn't sit there writing through the whole of the practise session, I was playing around on the guitar and tambourine and helping Nate with his music. That and it would've been weird. But, I actually had some pretty good ideas. I'll recap on how it went for whoever may find this and read it... Wait. No one can read this.
If you're reading this now I will… destroy you… with a fork.
Wow, I really can't come up with anything better. But at least I have an excuse. My mind is filled with weird thoughts. I'll share them after I write down what we did in the practise session. Here goes.
The room was covered in paper. Sheet music to be more precise. All of it had Nate's all-too familiar small, neat handwriting all over it. I picked up a sheet and read the lyrics. "Love is a four letter word, begins with 'L', and ends with 'E' which rhymes with 'you and me'. Man, you seriously need help!"
"I know. It's embarrassing."
"Completely! I mean, I've seen bad, and I've seen cheesy. But this is even worse than when you were ten and you tried to write a song about that girl Amy and all you could think of was her braces," I began to sing (badly on purpose) "That brace upon your face, it makes you-"
"Thank you, I thought we agreed to never bring that up again," Nate cut in, interrupting before I could even get to the most embarrassing part.
"Oh, Amy!" I mocked a ten-year-old Nate in an overly-dramatic way. Nate rolled up a bunch of papers and hit me on the head. I just laughed.
"So, what are you going to do for the final jam?"
"Me? Oh, I'm not sure. I was thinking about maybe singing one of my songs this year."
"Wow! That'll be great," Nate said. "You are a good singer, Caity. And your songs are better than mine at the moment." I had to laugh in agreement.
"I'm just worried that I'll not be able to pull it off," I said. It was true. But other than Mitchie, Nate was the person to go to for advice on stuff like this.
"I can help you with that," said Nate. "Wanna start now?"
"I- weren't we supposed to be helping you with your songs?"
"Caity, I have enough songs for now, I want to help you with your problem. The songwriting can wait,"
"Fine."
"You should start, by singing one of your songs."
"Do I have to do one of my songs?"
"Well, which one do you have in mind for the final jam?"
"I'm not sure yet, I'm still not completely sure whether I am actually going to sing,"
"You should, everyone will be impressed." I decided the best way to get over my worries was to just randomly break into song like I did as soon as Nate finished his sentence.
"Sunset like a child's painting,
Colours mixed without a care,
Happiness and freedom in the darkest parts,
Feeling the wonder being carried through the air,
Stopping to take some time to see what is all around
You'll always find something new
The feeling of excitement never lost…"
I stopped there, realising that that song was unfinished. Nate looked a little shocked.
"Was I really that bad?"
"No, no, No, You were really good. That song…?"
"Original," I blushed. I get embarrassed when I perform my own songs. It's true. But don't tell anyone. I've got a rep to protect.
LOL, just joking! But seriously.
"Caitlyn, that was really something special." Nate looked into my eyes right then and I felt my heart start beating really quickly and I got butterflies in my stomach. That was really weird. I was blushing like crazy so I looked down.
"Well… um, thank you, I have to go and… meet Mitchie now, uh… in my cabin. See you later." I rushed out of the practise cabin feeling stupid and made my way back to my cabin. Luckily Mitchie had gone to see Shane. I needed to be alone at this moment in time.
Oh, man was this going to be awkward next time I saw Nate.