A/N: The first two chapters might seem like fillers, but they were necessary, otherwise it wouldn't be clear what's going on.

School started yesterday, but I'll try updating as frequently as possible, cause this is gonna be one long story.

Things will probably go a little slower from now on, or from the next chapter on, I'm not sure, but that's because I want to give it a realistic feeling. Hopefully you can be patient with me.

Disclaimer: I don't own Camp Rock or Wizards of Waverly Place.

Chapter 2

It wasn't long before Mitchie started receiving invitations from different shows to perform some of her songs live. She couldn't accept all of them, but there was usually an opportunity to re-schedule. She did a couple of small venue concerts. Every time she sang on stage she couldn't help but cry. People were singing along to her songs, they knew every line; they cheered her name and said they loved her. She couldn't possibly be happier.

Sometimes she had to be away for a few days and she missed her family terribly. It was then that she wondered if she had made the right choice or not. She called her mom as frequently as she could. The talks were always short and simple, but they meant the world to her.

"Hey, mom."

"How are you, sweetie?"

"Good, tonight's concert was great, but I wish you could have been here"

"I'm sorry, honey, you know that I can't just take a break from work like that"

"I know, it's okay. I'm coming home tomorrow"

"We can't wait! See you then"

"Yeah, bye, mom, love you"

"Love you too, dear"

She talked to Shane too sometimes. She wished she could see him, but he was busy living his rock-star life. Not that she wasn't occupied with her career, which was quickly taking off, but she would always make time for him. Sometimes she wondered if he really cared that much about her. She was pretty sure he would pick his music over her without so much as a single thought. She couldn't help asking herself if she would do the same thing, but for now she could fit both in her life.

Mitchie always looked forward to coming home, even though it was getting harder to say goodbye to her band mates. Of course, in order for her to perform, she needed a band to play her songs. The label had been ready with a list of talented musicians for her to choose from. She knew one of the guys on it; they used to play together a few years back. She gave him a call, explained that she needed a band and he promised to take care of it all. She was excited, but nervous to meet with – as she found out - the guys, but all uneasiness faded away fast; they clicked immediately. Jack, her childhood friend, player the guitar and so did Aaron; Luke was a pro on the drums and Peter was born with a bass in his hand. Mitchie had no idea how Jack found them, but she was extremely grateful that she didn't have to call everyone on the list, arrange meetings, auditions and so on.

So there she was now, searching for the spare key under a bunch of rocks near her house's front door. It didn't take her long to find it; soon the door was unlocked and she made her way in.

"Mom, dad, I'm back!", she yelled.

Her mom came out of the kitchen as soon as she heard the key in the door lock and pulled Mitchie in for a tight hug.

"Hi, mom, I know it's only been like five days but I missed you! Where's dad?", Mitchie asked.

"He went to the grocery store to buy a few things, but he'll be back soon."

"Great! I'll just bring my stuff in and I'll be right down. What's for dinner? I'm starving!". To confirm that her stomach growled.

"Burgers!"

"Mom…" Mitchie eyed her mother with a disapproving look.

"I'm kidding, sweetheart, it's chicken and rice."

At that she breathed out a sigh of relief and went outside to get her bags and take them upstairs. Unpacking could wait for later. She then took a real quick shower and when she came into the kitchen, she saw that her father was already home. They too exchanged hugs and I-missed-yous.

"So when are we going to tell her?", her dad started.

"Steve, let's wait until after dinner", Connie insisted.

"Mom, dad, not that again, please! What is it?"

"Your mother and I have a proposition…", Steve began, but was interrupted by Connie.

"…and you can say no if you don't agree, it was just an idea."

"But we think that it will really be great for you and…"

The suspense was just killing Mitchie. What on earth were they talking about?

"Spit it out already, you're killing me!", she voiced her thoughts out loud.

"What do you say about moving to New York? It will be good for your career and for your mother's catering business. And I can open up a hardware store anywhere."

Mitchie was speechless… What? New York… How did they come up with this? Good for her career? Maybe. Actually yes, she would have a lot more opportunities, doing a concert there could do wonders. But it was all so sudden. Could they really just up and leave like that? She didn't really have anything to lose, no one that she'll miss here. When she had come back home after her second summer in Camp Rock and the media had swamped her with attention, Sierra and her had fallen out. She didn't really have any other friends.

Her parents were staring at her expectantly, afraid to break her out of her thoughts. They didn't know how she would react to such a suggestion.

After a few minutes of deep thinking and staring at an apparently very interesting spot on the wall, Mitchie finally spoke up.

"You know what? Let's do it!"