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"You're a trainwreck, but with you, I'm in love…"

As Mitchie heard the last line of her newly recorded song, her stomach did an excited flip. A huge smile was etched across her face, and she was crying like a baby, but she didn't care. She was so damn proud of herself. She'd come so far. This was an incredible accomplishment, which came with a sense of pride. And no one was going to take that from her.

"What do you think, Mitchie?" Ray Morrison asked. The agent looked at his client expectantly, waiting for an answer.

"I love it," Mitchie said, wiping her eyes when she realized she was being watched. "Just like the other five."

Ray Morrison had been worried over a year before when he, against his better judgment, trudged through the snow to a sandwich shop to hear a mysterious new talent. Only when he got there, he was baffled to find that he'd been called by a girl no older than seventeen. And she expected him to take a chance on a pregnant teenager. It was absurd! But he stayed and listened, and he was sure glad he did. This Mitchie Torres girl had the best voice he'd heard from anyone her age. Before he left, he made sure to give her his card so she could call him once she had everything with her baby settled. And sure enough, she contacted him a few months ago. After everything legal was settled, they started working on her album. This was the sixth song of the estimated eleven they were to record.

"It's certainly a fun song," Ray said with a nod, running a hand through his neat, brown hair. "What do you think, Gary?"

Producer Gary Wright nodded, his gray beard brushing against his chest. "It's a nice change after 'Don't Forget,'" he said, mentioning the first song Mitchie recorded, which was also the song Mr. Morrison had heard her sing the year before. "I think this should be the track after that song."

"Well, the order of the songs isn't certain right now," Ray said quickly. "First, we need to finish recording all of them before we can decide that."

"You're right, Ray. As always." Gary laughed and rubbed a hand over his shiny, bald head.

"Great session today, Mitchie," Ray told her with a smile, clapping her on the back. "Same time next week?"

Mitchie froze. "Uh… I don't know if I can have another song ready by then…"

"What do you mean?" Mr. Morrison's eyebrows knitted together, concern showing on his features. Not for Mitchie, but for business.

Mitchie grabbed her purse from the chair which she'd placed it earlier and shouldered the tan accessory. "It's just that… I have so many written, but none of them seem right. Ya know?" Both men nodded, and the girl continued. "And between Sam and Alex and work… I don't know if I'll have time to work on it."

"Then make time," Gary said, raising his bushy, gray eyebrows. "Just send your girlfriend and the kid to the park. Ditch work."

Mitchie shifted her weight from one foot to the other nervously. "Do you have children, Gary?" she asked.

"No." He shook his head.

"Have you ever been in a serious relationship?"

"Not since I was in my twenties…" And that was obviously a long time ago.

"Then you wouldn't get it," Mitchie said, anger evident in her voice. "I have a family to feed, a roof I need to keep over my head. And since you only look out for yourself, there is no way you could possibly understand where I'm coming from."

"Alright, that's enough," Ray said urgently, stepping in between his client and colleague.

"Don't tell me you're going to start on me too!" Mitchie looked up at him. Her eyes dared him to side with Gary.

Ray cleared his throat. "I think that's enough for the day. Come on, Mitchie. I'll walk you out."

She sighed and nodded, knowing that she shouldn't be fighting with her producer in the first place. But she just couldn't help it. He had no idea what it was like to have a family…

"I'm really sorry, Ray," she said once they reached the lobby. "I just… He doesn't get it. Sam and Alex are everything to me."

"I understand," he said quietly, his eyes downcast.

"I can't just ship them off to work on music," Mitchie said, the anger back in her voice. "I'm not going to get so wrapped up in it that I miss out on something with them. Sure, it's my dream to release an album, but if it means I lose my girlfriend and miss out on part of my child's life along the way, it's not worth it…"

She stopped talking then, pushing open the door to the building. Out on the sidewalk, she turned to hold it open for Ray as well. But he was stopped dead in his tracks, about two feet from the door. His eyes were on the ground, a frown on his features.

"Ray?" Mitchie asked, getting his attention.

He looked up, his eyes clouded. "Oh, sorry," he said as he hurried out the door she was holding for him. "Take as much time on the song as you need, Mitchie," he told her. "Just call me when you're ready to come back to the studio, and I'll schedule it."

She opened her mouth to say thanks, but didn't get the chance. As soon as he finished speaking, Mr. Morrison turned away, waving for a taxi. Amazingly, one pulled up right away. Ray hopped in and closed the door before zooming off, leaving a confused Mitchie standing alone on the sidewalk.

"Ray is such a weird dude," Alex commented after Mitchie recounted the story of what had happened outside of the recording studio.

"He can be sometimes," Mitchie agreed as she stuck her spoon in to her afternoon snack- strawberry yogurt.

She went to sit on the couch with Alex, who had her legs sprawled across it. When Mitchie approached, Alex lifted her legs. Mitchie sat in the newly opened spot on the love seat, Alex's legs instantly dropping onto her girlfriend's lap.

"Sam, want some yogurt?" Mitchie asked her son, who was seated in front of the TV and watching a rerun of Spongebob- his and Alex's favorite.

Sam's little ears perked up at the offer of food. He tore his eyes from the TV and lifted himself, using his little hands to balance until he was standing. He then toddled over to where his mothers were sitting on the couch. Mitchie had the spoon waiting with a little bit of yogurt on the tip.

The toddler ate the yogurt, grasping onto the couch cushion for extra support. He happily bounced a little as he chewed a small chunk of strawberry with his few teeth.

Mitchie smiled lovingly at him as she took a bite for herself. Then she offered it to Alex.

"Want some?"

Alex wrinkled her nose. "No, that's not pudding."

"You're right. It's better." Mitchie smirked. "This is good for you!"

"Pass," Alex said, leaning over to pick up Sam's Sooby Doo ball from the ground. She tossed it across the room.

Sam, following the ball with his eyes, went after it. He toddled across the room, bent down carefully, and retrieved the ball. Then he brought it back to his mama.

"Good boy." Alex smiled at him. She stuck her finger in Mitchie's yogurt (earning a whine of protest from her girlfriend), and fed it to Sam, who sucked her finger clean. Then she threw the ball again, making the small boy chase after it.

Mitchie stared at her in disbelief.

"What?" Alex asked with a shrug as Sam picked up the ball again.

"Are you seriously playing fetch with my son?"

Alex smiled mischievously. "Maybe." Just then Sam walked over and handed Alex the ball again.

Mitchie narrowed her eyes. "Just for that, I'm making you get the mail."

Alex pouted for all of a second before smiling brightly. "Too bad it's Sunday!"

"Good thing for me I didn't get the mail yesterday," Mitchie said, triumph in her voice. "Now, get going."

Alex felt defeated. She really didn't feel like moving. If only there was a way she could get the mail without having to get up from the couch.

Wait… Wizard. Duh.

She winked at Mitchie before twirling her finger around and pointing to her lap. With a flash of blue light, a small stack of envelopes appeared.

Mitchie glared while Alex kept smiling.

"Cheater," Mitchie grumbled before taking the mail from Alex.

There were only three envelopes. The top appeared to be a building survey for new tenants. The next two looked like they were from the same sender. Both envelopes were a bright yellow, and stamped on the return address in big letters were the words Camp Rock.

Mitchie's heart hammered in her chest and her eyes got wide as she started to tear open the one addressed to her. When Alex saw the look on Mitchie's face, she grabbed the other envelope, extremely surprised to see who it was from and that it was addressed to her.

Alex had no idea why she would be getting any kind of mail from the summer music camp at which her non-biological son had been conceived, but she sure wanted to find out.

Mitchie was the first to get her letter open. She scanned it quickly before squealing in excitement and jumping up, knocking Alex's legs off of her lap in the process.

Sam, who had been watching the entire time, waiting for Alex to throw the ball again, cheered and clapped along with his mother, though he had no idea why she was doing it. He just liked clapping and squealing whenever given the opportunity.

"Mitchie, what's going on?" Alex asked, staring at the letter and standing. "What do they mean my application has been accepted? What application?"

"Yes, you go accepted too!" Mitchie exclaimed, throwing her arms around her girlfriend. She didn't even seem to notice that Alex's hands remained limp by her sides. "I didn't know if they'd take you, too, but they did!"

When Mitchie pulled out of the hug and she saw Alex's expression, she stopped celebrating, getting quiet.

"Mitchie, what's going on?" Alex repeated.

She took a breath, getting ready to explain. "I sent in applications for both of us to work at Camp Rock this summer."

Alex stared at her. "Why?"

"Because now that we're eighteen we're too old to be campers."

"You know that's not what I meant when I asked why."

Mitchie fidgeted under Alex's gaze. "I know, I just…" She pulled at her fingers. "I want to go back. And I didn't want to go without you. And I knew you probably wouldn't have agreed to go because of the Shane thing…"

"Not in front of Sam," Alex scolded, reaching down and covering the toddler's ears at the mention of his father's name. They still hadn't decided what to tell him about the "sperm donor" yet, and until they did, Alex preferred him not to hear that asshole's name at all.

"Alex, he won't even remember five minutes from now," Mitchie said as Alex straightened up. "I really want to go back…"

"Why?" Alex asked, almost harshly. "Why on earth would you want to go back there after everything you went through? From what you told me, those people weren't exactly fun to be around. And what if−" she glanced at Sam, "−You-Know-Who is there?"

"According to Caitlyn he wasn't there last year, so I doubt he'd be there this year," she said. "Plus, it won't be the same. I know what to do now. I know who to befriend. And I'll be a counselor, not a camper. I get to teach piano and guitar!" She smiled brightly at the idea.

"While I do what?" Alex asked. "What did you sign me up for, exactly?"

Mitchie looked to the ground sheepishly. "Kitchen duty."

"Gee thanks," Alex said bitterly. "Okay, so when I'm off in the kitchens slaving and you're off having a blast, making music, what do you propose we do with Sam? Do we send him to your parents' or mine during the summer and miss out on a crucial part of his life?"

"No, we'll bring him with us!" Mitchie said. Alex looked at her like she was crazy. "You won't have to be in the kitchen all the time," she said quickly. "Just like I won't be teaching all the time. And I know if I got accepted to be a counselor, then so did Caitlyn! So she'll be there if we need her."

"Did you mention to your boss that you plan on brining your toddler?" Alex asked.

"He won't mind," Mitchie said. "And if he does, I'll just tell him that Sam is his great-nephew. Because, he is, after all."

Alex sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. "What about our jobs at the sub shop? And the apartment? And your album?"

"We work for your parents, so it shouldn't be too hard to convince them to give us the summer off," Mitchie said. "Your dad could hire some high school kids for cheaper than he pays us, which should make him happy. As for the apartment, the money we'll be making over the summer can cover the rent, plus more. And we could ask Justin, Gabe, and Harper to check it every now and then. And as far as my album goes, I think a summer at a music camp will only benefit me!" She smiled brightly. "I'll be in a great writing environment, around great musicians. I can collaborate with someone possibly. I think it's a great idea!"

Alex stared at her girlfriend for a few moments, thinking Mitchie was delusional. She seemed to have forgotten all of the devastation that came with her going to Camp Rock last time. But she was determined to go. Alex could see that gleam in her eye and knew there was no talking her out of it. She supposed it was some naïve belief that this summer would really be different, that it would be everything she hoped it would be last time. In a way, Mitchie was trying to reclaim the childhood she'd lost her first summer at Camp Rock two years earlier. Alex knew it was ridiculous, but she also knew there was a slim chance she'd be able to talk Mitchie out of it.

"You were wrong," Alex finally said quietly. "I would have agreed to go if you'd asked me. I would have seen how important it was to you and agreed to go. But you went behind my back and did this. And that just plain hurts."

As her throat painfully constricted, Mitchie watched Alex turn away from her and walk straight to their bedroom, closing the door. Her heart hurt, knowing Alex was right. Mitchie had done a bad thing. She was just glad Alex had shut herself up in their room, not left the apartment completely.

Seeing that Sam was preoccupied with the TV again, Mitchie went over and opened the bedroom door quietly.

Alex was lying on her side, facing the wall, her back to Mitchie.

"Alex…" Mitchie choked out.

Alex turned over, her lips formed in an angry pout. But as soon as she saw Mitchie standing in the doorway, tears welling in her eyes, her features softened.

"I'm so sorry…" Mitchie said hoarsely.

Alex opened her arms immediately. "Come here."

Mitchie practically dove into Alex's embrace, instantly resting her head on the other girl's chest.

"I should have asked you," Mitchie said as the tears came. "I was wrong. I was just scared you wouldn't want to go. And I didn't think they'd accept us…"

"Shh," Alex soothed, smoothing Mitchie's black hair. "I'm not mad anymore. It's okay."

Having heard his mother sounding distraught, Sam wandered to his moms' bedroom. He whined upon seeing the tears on Mitchie's face.

"Come see, Sammy," Alex said gently.

Sam cautiously crossed the room as Mitchie sat up, wiping her eyes.

"Come here with Mommy," Mitchie said, lifting her son into her arms. She held him to her as she settled back in Alex's arms again. She kissed him atop his curly head. Alex, following the example, kissed Mitchie's temple.

"So, when do we leave?" she asked.

Mitchie turned to face her, eyes red from crying and wide with surprise. "You mean we're going to Camp Rock?"

Something inside Alex wanted to take it back, to say no.

She smiled sweetly. "Yeah, Baby. We're going to Camp Rock."

Mitchie's smile and evident excitement made her feel like she did something right, but in her gut, she still felt that something was off. She highly doubted the summer would go as Mitchie expected. But she said nothing. Instead, she hugged her girlfriend, ruffled Sam's hair, and held her tongue.

Ray Morrison hung up the phone, ending his call with Mitchie Torres.

She'd just informed him that she was spending the summer with her girlfriend and son at Camp Rock, a rather impressive music camp. At first he wanted to protest, to say that she had too much work to do on the album. But as she began to explain that it might actually be good for her music, his eyes landed on a picture on his desk.

He paid no attention to the rest of what Mitchie said, his mind far off.

In the end, he gave her his blessings and told her they'd talk more before she left, though he did not set up a meeting.

As he set his phone down on the desk, he continued to gaze at the photo-the lone photo- on his desk.

It was of a little girl, only five at the time the photograph was taken. She had big blue eyes and a head of curly brown hair. She was smiling widely, holding a red balloon on a spring afternoon in Central Park.

Her name was Shyla, and she was his daughter. The photo was taken the last day he'd spent any real time with her. He'd taken off work for the day and taken her to not only the aquarium and the zoo, but the park too. It was there that he told her that he and her mother were getting a divorce. Of course, being so young, she didn't understand it at the time. She just knew her father wasn't going to be around anymore. And she cried, each tear breaking her father's heart.

He moved out the following week. He went over to visit a few times, but he became so busy with a new client that he didn't make his visits often. After only two months of being divorced, his ex-wife announced that she and Shyla would be moving back to New Jersey to live closer to her parents.

Ray, not wanting to hold her back anymore, let her go. Shyla wouldn't even hug him goodbye when he went over to see her off on the day of the move.

That had been two years ago. He'd barely spoken to his daughter since. She'd visited him for Christmas, but wasn't much interested in him. He didn't know it was possible for a seven year-old to harbor so much resentment, yet his daughter did.

He'd let his career completely run his life. It was the cause of his marriage falling apart and losing his relationship with his only child.

Ray Morrison was living proof that the music industry could tear families apart. He'd let it happen to his own. But damn it, he wasn't going to do that to Mitchie.

So, he agreed to stall her album and let her go off with her partner and son over the summer. He'd welcome her back with open arms when she returned.

Because, through his loss, he'd come to realize some things in life were just way more important than others.

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