"Oh my God…"

Mitchie gasped as she entered the recording studio. She stood in the center of the mixing room, her eyes wide and a look of awe on her face. Shane watched her in amusement. A lot of girls would probably try to pretend it wasn't a big deal, play it cool – but he liked that Mitchie didn't try to hide her excitement. She didn't try to be anyone but herself, even though she didn't seem to have a lot of confidence in that sometimes.

She ran her fingers through her hair, which she'd worn down and wavy. He'd only ever seen her with her hair up or stuffed under a baseball cap, and her work uniform on. He couldn't help but notice how beautiful she looked – after he had picked her up on his way to the studio, it suddenly took a lot more willpower to keep his eyes on the road. She was still noticeably nervous around him, but she'd been a little more talkative in the car. She looked over at him, grinning.

"So, you like it?" he smirked.

Mitchie laughed. "I'm just waiting for someone to jump out and tell me that I'm being punk'd or something."

"If it's any consolation, I've never even met Ashton Kutcher," he promised. He heard someone clear their throat obnoxiously behind him, drawing his attention to the other people in the room. "Oh, come here, Mitchie. This is Rick Tanner, our manager, and Matt Hunter, our producer. And you remember Nate and Jason, right?"

"Nice to meet you," they all said, shaking hands.

Shane could see her getting nervous again – she had that hint of fear in her eyes and her cheeks were turning red. He rested his hand on her arm instinctively, and she jumped a little.

"Mitchie…relax, okay? You have an amazing voice. You're gonna be great."

"Okay," she nodded.

"Are you guys ready to get started?" Matt asked.

Shane looked at Mitchie, and she nodded again. He put his hand on her lower back and led her into the sound booth, closely followed by Nate and Jason. Her skin tingled where his hand rest, but she hoped he couldn't tell. He handed her a pair of headphones and helped her adjust her microphone.

"You know where to come in?" he asked her.

"Yeah, I learned the song," she replied, touching the sheet music in front of her absentmindedly.

Shane put his own headphones on and gave Matt and thumbs up to let him know that they were ready. The band started playing and Shane looked at Mitchie excitedly, but she didn't start singing. He waved to the guys so they stopped playing.

"Sorry," Mitchie said. "I…sorry."

"It's okay, let's try it again," Shane replied, cuing the band again.

Her cue came again, and she missed it again.

"Sorry…" she repeated. "I'm just…I'm really nervous. I'm sorry."

Shane moved close to Mitchie and pushed the microphone away so they could talk semi-privately. She looked down at the music so she didn't have to make eye contact with him, allowing her hair to fall around her face. She was too embarrassed to look at him.

Shane lifted her chin up gently and made her look at him. "Mitchie, you don't have to be nervous. You have the best voice I've ever heard. And even if you make a mistake, we can just do it again. You performed in front of a bunch of people on Saturday…just look at me, okay? Just pretend I'm the only one listening. It's just you and me here."

"Okay," she smiled. "Just you and me."

She took a deep breath and watched him put his headphones back on and cue the band. He was too cute for his own good. And for hers, probably. Mitchie willed herself to stop thinking about him as something special. Any guy who showed the slightest interest in her made her heart go a million beats per minute. He was the kind of guy she was always falling for – the perfect guy. The guy who could have any girl he wanted, and would never see her as anything more than a friend. He was exactly that guy. Even more so, actually – he was the perfect rock star guy.

She got butterflies in her stomach when he looked over at her and smiled, pointing first to her and then to himself and mouthing, "just you and me." She nodded and the band started playing again. Shane looked to her encouragingly as her cue came, and this time, she didn't miss it.

"Kiss me too fiercely

Hold me too tight

I need help believe

You're with me tonight

My wildest dreamings

Could not foresee

Lying beside you

With you wanting me…"

Shane was even more blown away by her voice now than he had been at the coffee shop. He was in such a trance, he almost missed his own cue.

"Maybe I'm brainless

Maybe I'm wise

But you've got me seeing

Through different eyes

Somehow I've fallen

Under your spell

And somehow I'm feeling

It's up that I fell…"

"Every moment

As long as you're mine

I'll wake up my body

And make up for lost time…"

As he heard how magically their voices harmonized together, he couldn't help but think that he'd ended up at that coffee shop for a reason that day. It didn't seem possible that he could have just found her by accident.

"Say there's no future for us as a pair

And though I may know

I don't care

Just for this moment

As long as you're mine

Come be how you want to

And see how bright we shine

Borrow the moonlight

Until it is through

And know I'll be here holding you

As long as you're mine…"

Even when they stopped singing and the music stopped, he couldn't take his eyes off of her.

"Was that okay?" she finally asked him, pulling him out of his daze.

"Okay?" he laughed. "Mitchie, that was…you're…"

"Guys," they heard Rick's voice through the intercom say. "This is going to be big."

A/N: Sorry this is a short chapter, just had to get the recording out of the way so we can get to the good stuff! The song is "As Long As You're Mine" from the musical Wicked. Please review! Thank you for reading!