AN: The second chapter actually went somewhere totally different than I planned. Tess wasn't going to die originally, but then this just sort of…happened. The lyrics are in italics. The song "Flawless" is mine, as is the premise of this story, but I do not own "Camp Rock or its characters. Review afterwards, please!

"And now, we will have a musical eulogy performed in honor of Miss Tyler, performed by Shane Gray, a friend of Miss Tyler," the pastor stated. I heard no emotion in his words, and I wanted to shake him and scream "Her name is Tess!" But I held back. This was a funeral. And I had a job to do. I grabbed my guitar and stepped onto stage. There was a microphone set up already, and I stood in front of it. "Um, this is an original song dedicated to Tess," my voice wavered slightly "and her untimely death. It's called Flawless." I played the intro and began to sing. The words had come to me at church last Sunday, while the pastor was lecturing about the sins of taking life, yours or another's.

Stepping on her heart
In six-inch spike heels

I glanced over the audience quickly. Her mother was there. Funny how it took Tess's death to get the attention from her mother that she craved.

No one knows better
Than her how that feels

T.J. Tyler's eyes widened. She seemed understand what I was trying to say. I looked directly at her as I sang the chorus.

We all have problems
Who'd guess?
We all have problems
Even the flawless

I remembered the time she had tripped on stage at Final Jam. Everyone was murmuring about her, and all she could see was T.J., leaving.

She's running through the briar patch
She's being torn to shreds

I didn't know if anyone else had noticed the toll her stressful life had been taking on her. I should have said something to her, tried to help her. But once again, my ego got in the way.

She collapses on the way to school
She forgot to take her meds

That wasn't true. She hadn't forgotten anything, except how much everyone loved her. My voice became choked by tears, yet it was more powerful somehow.

We all have problems
Who'd guess?

Wasn't that the truth. She'd made sure to act so perfect. I almost didn't notice that her smile at the wedding was forced.

We all have problems
Even the flawless

And all she ever wanted was love

I couldn't even give that to her. This was my fault. I had seen everything about her. Except that she loved me.
There was supposed to be another verse, then a repeat of the chorus, but I was too emotional to continue. I stopped abruptly and left. I didn't know where I was going. I didn't care.