Act Three: Ankle Deep
The two teenagers were the epitome of Final Jam, what everyone had been anticipating every year they stepped on the grounds of this camp. Every person, including the instructors were fascinated in how they were going to top each other this year, and once Final Jam came to an end, there was already buzz and hype on what the next year would be. And the competition would only get tighter every year, and they were sure that their last Final Jam was going to be so big that there was no way anyone could forget it.
And that's exactly what happened, but not in a way that they had expected.
Final Jam Session, right after the Final Jam Victor was announced, the two legendary rockers ended the show with fireworks, singing a duet together. No one saw it coming, and it wasn't who did better in Final Jam that they'll forever remember, it was that duet, the two who were like water and oil, coming together, and putting competition aside.
Yeah, so it sounds like some bad myth made to teach the campers that there is more to music than competition, but whoever had been there, in that hall of 400 plus the moment the two set foot on the stage, hand in hand, it was as if they were watching a fairytale in the world of reality; it was mind-blowing. What they had at camp was what kids dream of having; the friends, the fame, the adrenaline, and the romance.
Lacey had it all, the friends that she could feel the bonds growing stronger to every summer, the fame, well, partially, she was alright, a little disappointing when you have the genes that she has; although it was long gone now, the adrenaline every time she stepped onto the camp grounds, and even the romance a couple of years ago, but not exactly the relationship she had been expecting, it hadn't been that "Ben and Anna destined to be together" relationship she had been hoping for. But this summer was all about scoping out for new talent, more friends, better food, crazy fun, dance offs, and some great music. Apparently, this summer was also all about Shane Gray, she assumed, being almost able to hear the screaming girls every morning.
"He's already screwing up my summer..." she thought, rolling her eyes back, kicking a pebble across the uneven earth. "Screaming girls and cocky douche bag pretty boy pop stars, I can do without."
She pushed open the sliding door easily, not surprised that it had been unlocked. Ducking in through the glass door, she took a couple of steps into the cabin and stopped to marvel at the sight of it. It felt so warm and cozy in there, with the cherry oak bed frames and dresser polished and shining with pride. It was darker than she had expected it to be, with its wine red walls, and dark chocolate floors.
It was similar to the other senior residences, but there was something about knowing that the self-proclaimed "Rock Prince" had once stayed there made it different from all of the others that lacked in comparison. It was how it just demanded attention by the little who knew exactly how remarkable it was, a historical landmark, even. It was like a well kept secret for the ones who know it, and something that is passed absentmindedly, without a thought by those who didn't.
Lacey let her legs give way as she slumped down onto the bed, and briefly pondered about whether was it only her mother did her dad have on that bed during his three years in this residence. She wouldn't have been surprised if he did. But hey, that's reality, guys have always slept around, and they will continue to do so. She just hoped that her mom was the last girl the notorious Ben Haybern had on that bed.
"Who the fuck are you, and what are you doing in my cabin?" an abrupt voice snarled maliciously.
She jerked at the sudden, booming voice and found a young man emerging from the narrow corridor, with the most obnoxious scowl on his face that she had only seen perhaps twice in her short lifetime. It was understandable of not being pleased to find some stranger in your cabin, and she was about to apologize before he cut her off.
"There is something called knocking, ever heard of it?" he snapped in distaste.
"You see, I was considering apologizing," she noted, gesturing with her left hand, "but seeing as you keep on being a conceited douche bag, I see no reason to treat anyone with courtesy if they aren't willing to do the same."
"Do you know who I am?" he demanded in outrage.
"No, I don't," she replied calmly, but oh, she did. Everyone did. "But something tells me that you're going to tell me whether I knew or not. But please, do go on."
"I'm Shane fucking Gray," he spat out, "I make girls like you fall on your knees to kiss the ground I walk on, and I don't need this shit from you, got it?"
"Oh, big deal," she spat out, equally as snappy. "So what if you're "Shane fucking Gray"? You're just another cookie cutter pop star who's sold out on making music that he cares for, and sings the sugar-coated bullshit with lyrics so shallow that it only reaches up to my ankle if I step into it because the label says that is what sells!"
"Who the hell do you think you are, bitch?" he roared. "You don't know shit about this industry; you have no right to scrutinize me or my music!"
"I am someone who has enough dignity to know better than to sell out," she hissed, eyes narrowing. "And I know more about this industry than you think, Gray, much more than you think."
"Get the fuck out of my cabin!" he blasted, not bothering to look at her as he shot his finger towards the door.
"I know one girl who isn't going to degrade herself by getting on my knees just to kiss the ground a person walks on, especially if he's nothing more than a spoiled, insufferable cookie cutter, sugar-coated pop star who doesn't know the first thing about sticking by his music," she hollered as she made her way to the door.
She heard something shatter promptly after, not surprised that the pop star had lost his temper and furiously knocked over a vase in his path of destruction.
"Out!"
Lacey shot him a nasty glare, and huffed out a mock laugh, giving him a mock salute as she slammed the door shut.
Author's Note: Hello My Adoring Audience,
Looks like there's some sort of confrontation brewing up in Camp Rock, and it's not even the second day yet! Doesn't look like the on-going bullets of insults and quick wit is going to end any time soon now. (: More entertainment, I suppose.
Hope you guys are lovin' it so far.
Summer has definitely given me far too much time, if I can put out two chapters on the same day. :B
Cheers,
- QK.
