AN: Here's the next chapter, because I didn't expect to get such a good response right off the bat.

Chapter 1: Uncle Brown

Shane was sixteen when he went to Camp Rock for the first time.

He had just finished his sophomore year of high school, and was completely psyched for summer break. No more homework to deal with, or teachers telling him what to do. He was able to kick back and relax and do what he wanted all summer long.

Parties and concerts and movies called him, and there were a couple of girls he had his sights on that he had met during the school year…

Shane burst through his door getting home from the last day, tossing his backpack aside and setting his checkered guitar case down carefully. The house was quiet, his mother not home from work yet. Smiling, he pulled out his guitar in the silence and sat down at a chair in his dining room, taking handwritten sheets of music from the backpack and putting them on the table.

He strummed a few chords and tuned an off pitch string, watching the sheets intently. "Hm…" he murmured, pulling out a pencil and changing a note here and there. "There's the song that I've been singing, waiting for you to hear, trying to get your attention, so that you stay near." Shane scrunched his nose in concentration, pushing his hair out of his eyes as he erased and rewrote one of the lines.

"Trying to get your attention, so you know I'm here." He smiled in satisfaction. "Much better."

He picked up his pick again, but a voice called from outside, "Shane? Can you get the door?" He stood up from the table and slid the deadbolt, opening the door. A pretty woman with dark curly hair smiled at him from behind an armful of brown paper bags. "Thanks sweetie, these groceries are heavy."

"No problem, Mom," he replied brightly, closing the door behind her. Michelle Gray walked through the living room of their house to the kitchen, placing the bags on the counter and smiled at he son.

"How was the last day of school, Shane?" she asked.

He shrugged and gave her a half smile. "The same as any last day of school. But now it's over, and I get to kick off an awesome summer."

She nodded and gave him a knowing smile, taking the groceries out slowly and putting them away. "Uncle Brown called earlier, but you were still at school. So I took a message for you."

"Uncle Brown? What did he want?" Shane asked curiously, walking over to the telephone and glancing down to the memo pad beside it. He hadn't heard from his uncle since he was touring as a replacement bassist for Weezer. All it said was Have Shane call me back when he gets a chance, he's going to love this. Brown. He blinked and picked up the receiver, dialing the often called phone number of his favorite, and only, uncle.

"Hello there, my favorite nephew!" he answered as soon as he picked up the phone, his English accent distinguishable even over the phone. It was something he gained from staying in England with the Rolling Stones for a year.

He smiled. "Hey there, Uncle Brown. Mom gave me your message, what's up?"

The excitement was flooding from the man's voice as he said, "Your mother tells me you're following in the family tradition, playing your guitar and all that. Am I right, Shane?"

"Not… really, Uncle Brown. It's just a hobby for me, really. Nothing big," he replied offhandedly, wondering what this had to do with anything. For a moment Brown was silent, and Shane felt a bit awkward waiting for him to speak up again. "Hello?"

"Never mind then, Shane. I just thought you'd be excited to attend Camp Rock, but all right. I can see that—"

He cut off his uncle, asking, "What's Camp Rock?"

"Ah, that's the ticket!" Brown Cessario said, starting into a monologue. "I have founded a camp for young musicians to come together and perform! And your mom tells me that you're amazing at the guitar, and I think you should come join the camp!"

For a moment Shane was silent, then he said, "No offense, Uncle Brown, but I really don't want to spend my summer at some camp when I can spend it having fun."

"Oh, Shane come on," Brown laughed. "It will be fun! There are classes you can take, and open mics and a Final Jam at the end of the summer. Lots of kids have signed up for it already, and because you're my favorite nephew, I won't be loathe to give you a bit of a discount, eh?"

Shane frowned. "It goes all summer?" he questioned, sitting down at the dining room table, tapping his shoe against the table leg.

"Yep!"

"I dunno Uncle Brown, I mean... I have stuff to do this summer."

"Like what, Shane?" He stayed silent again, his mind blank of all the things he had thought of doing earlier. He blinked as his uncle stayed on the line, waiting for his brilliant explanation of what he was doing.

He scowled and crossed his free arm to sit under the one holding the phone. "So what if I don't really have plans right now? That doesn't mean something won't come up later then."

Brown laughed. "The social butterfly, are we?"

Shane shook his head. "Thanks for the invitation, Uncle Brown, but no thanks. I want to spend my summer at home, and not going to a camp, okay?" Brown was silent.

"Let me talk to Michelle, please, Shane? I haven't talked to her in a while," he asked cheerfully. Shane shrugged and called his mom over, who took the phone from him. He walked away from their conversation and through his house to go upstairs to his room. There was so much to be done, he was so excited for summer. He wouldn't have any fun going to a camp… staying here is where it was at.

He shut the door to his room and crashed on his bed, his hands behind his head as he stared up at the ceiling. Reaching over to his dresser, turned on a CD and let the sounds of Aerosmith fill his bedroom. Before he could fall asleep, his cell phone rang, and an unfamiliar number came up on his screen. "Hello?"

"Hey," a voice answered. It was a girl's voice, and it was slightly haughty. "Is this Shane Gray?"

"Yeah," he replied cautiously.

Her voice turned cheerful. "Hey Shane, this is Anastasia from your Chemistry class." His heart skipped a beat. This was the pretty brunette girl he had been crushing on all year. She was a popular girl, so she never really noticed him during the year except to ask for help on the homework. Why was she calling him…? "I'm just wondering if you're doing anything next week?"

Shane's response was instant. "No, I'm free all week," he answered quickly.

"Great!" She sounded sincerely excited. "Would you like to come to a party at my house next week? You seemed like a really cool guy in science, so I thought I'd invite you."

He was silent for a moment, shocked. This was the invitation he'd be waiting for! "Yeah, sure I'd love to," he said, trying to act as cool as she thought he was.

"All right, Shane! It's on Friday, about four-ish to whenever you feel like going home."

"See you then, Anastasia." She hung up her phone and he sighed, throwing his fist into the air. "Yes!"

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"WHAT?!"

Shane was staring with a dropped jaw at the sight of his uncle, standing in the doorway of his dining room. "You're taking me where tomorrow?" No, not tomorrow! Tomorrow was Friday! Couldn't it be just one more day?

His mom said, "Camp Rock sweetie! I've made arrangements with your uncle and he's more than happy to take you up there. It's a short plane ride and he'll drive you the rest of the way. It sounds like it's perfect for you!"

Brown smiled. "C'mon Shane! All the young musical talent is going to be there. And who knows? You might meet some great friends there."

"But…!" He was cut off again, his mother and Brown began to walk upstairs to his bedroom, suitcases in hand talking about what needed to be packed. Shane buried his face in his hands and shook his head.

"This is going to be the worst summer ever," he groaned.

AN: I already have the whole story written! So I can't make you Jason's love interest, I'm sorry. But I used your name, I hope you don't mind ;;