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The Missing Piece of Me: Chapter 10
The next morning I woke up excited – it was only a week until camp began!
I went to my closet and started looking at my clothes, sorting out which ones I would want to take with me. I knew it was still a week away, but still, I wanted to be prepared! I hadn't been this excited about something in a long time.
While I was inspecting my shirts, my cell phone rang. It was Shane's ringtone.
I smiled and picked up the phone. Before I even had a chance to say anything, Shane's voice came from the other end of the phone.
"Guess what Mitchie?"
"What Shane?" I laughed.
"Only a week until camp starts!"
"So you're excited about it now? I thought you hated the idea of spending the summer at some stupid camp."
"Yeah, I'm still not that thrilled about having to teach a bunch of beginners."
I rolled my eyes, Still a jerk, I thought.
"But…" he continued. "I was just thinking more about it last night and well, maybe it won't be so bad."
"Oh, how so?" I queried.
"Well," he paused, "For one, seeing as you're coming at least I'll have a friend there."
"And?" I could tell that wasn't the only reason.
There was silence on the other end of the phone.
"Shane, are you there?"
"Yes. Well, I guess… well, I kinda thought that maybe the girl would be there. You know, the girl with the voice." The words came out all in a rush.
I sighed. I knew exactly which girl.
"But that's absurd Shane. Why would she be there?"
"Why not Mitchie?" He sounded slightly offended. "She had the best voice of anyone I've ever heard. It's only logical that she would be there. Camp Rock is the best music camp in this part of the country."
"Well, I wouldn't get my hopes up too high if I were you."
I didn't want to discourage him, but I honestly didn't think that she would be there. For all we knew, the girl could have been anyone. It could have been a visiting student. Heck, it could even have been a teacher. I suddenly had an awful mental picture of the girl he was apparently crushing on actually being some quavery old music teacher. I grimaced – that would not be a good scenario.
"How old do you think she was?" I asked abruptly.
"Who?"
'The girl silly."
"Oh right, um, I'm not sure. Maybe my age, maybe younger. I don't know. I didn't see her, remember?"
I sighed in relief, the mental picture fading from my mind quickly. "Yeah I remember." I laughed. "It would make finding her a whole easier if you had!"
He laughed too. "Yes, I know. You'll help me find her won't you Mitchie?"
I sighed again. I would do anything for him, but I really didn't want to do this. To tell you the truth I was feeling just a tiny bit jealous over the fuss that Shane was making over this girl. I gritted my teeth, "Yes Shane, you know I will."
"Good." I could tell he was smiling through the phone.
"But," I said, trying to bring him back down to earth. "You know that there will be over 200 people at camp. How do you propose that we start looking? I know you're teaching, but you probably won't have time to listen to every single person sing."
I laughed. "It would be a bit weird too you know – just rock on up to someone and say, 'Hey I'm Shane Grey and I'm looking for the girl with the voice. Are you her?'"
Shane laughed. "I guess that's probably not the best way to approach it. Maybe we can think of something else. I won't need to introduce myself though, you know. I am Shane Grey after all."
"Jerk."
"Whatever."
I laughed, "You might have a point actually. After all when everyone finds out you're looking for someone you'll probably have girls throwing themselves at your feet."
He groaned. "I hope not. I get enough of that already."
I ignored the last comment. "Yes, they'll be knocking on your door in the middle of the night, serenading you in the mess hall, catching you off guard while you're sitting by the lake, singing choruses to you when you go for a swim –"
"Mitchie!" Shane was laughing now, but I was on a roll.
"They'll be dedicating songs to you in the jams, singing to you while you're sleeping, jumping out at you from behind trees, waking you up while you're napping. You'll have to hide in the kitchen to get away from them, sneak around under the cover of night to avoid them."
"Mitchie stop!" Shane was cracking up. "Sure, I might have let my fame go to my head a little bit, but I don't think things will get quite that bad!"
"You never know," I said sinisterly. "You never know."
Shane was still laughing. "By the way Mitchie, you've never let me hear you sing."
"So?"
"I'd like to. I'm sure you're good."
I smiled at him, "I'm not that good, but I like to sing. I'm just not really brave. Maybe one day."
"I'd like that. Maybe at camp?"
"Yeah, I guess."
There was a rustling sound, "Hey Mitch, I really have to go now – I'm just about to leave for the city. Jason, Nate and I need to run through some stuff. They're coming out to camp and Brown will probably want us to sing a couple of songs."
"Don't tell anyone though, hey?" he continued. "It's meant to be a surprise."
"Not for me now…" I said.
"Aw Mitch, I didn't think you'd mind."
"I'm just messin' with you Shane," I laughed. "I'm glad you trust me."
"Of course I trust you. You're my friend!"
"I know. I trust you too."
"Now, I was wondering if you would like to come and spend Saturday in the city with the rest of the band? My sister will be there so you wouldn't be the only girl. I thought maybe we could go to the movies or something. I'll drop you home in the afternoon so that you can get ready to leave for camp the next morning."
"That sounds great Shane," I said sincerely. "I would love to catch up with the guys and Alexis again."
I never really knew Shane's sister, Alexis, that well. She had always gone to school in the city, living with an aunt an uncle there until her parents had moved there with the rest of the family. She was a year older than Shane, so about three years older than me. Her studies had always been really important to her. She had lived at home when she was young of course, but I was too to young to remember most of it.
"You still there Mitch?"
"Oh, yes sorry! I was just thinking about how long it had been since I saw your sister."
"Must be a while."
"Yes, well anyway – I'll let you go."
"Okay cool. So I'll see you on Saturday?"
"Yep, sounds good. I'm looking forward to it already."
"Great, well I'll be there around 9 to pick you up, so we can be the city by 11 or so."
"Okay, see you then!"
"Bye Mitchie."
I hung up the phone and looked at my watch. We had been chatting for well over half an hour.
I picked up my guitar and started strumming absentmindedly.
I felt in a really good mood today – excited about camp, happy about going to the city on the weekend. It had been ages since I had been into New York City itself - seeing as we lived about an hour and a half away, we didn't really go there much. I was excited about the future and about perhaps finally becoming brave enough to start singing my songs in public.
I started to play, thinking about the conversation I had just had with Shane and making up a new song as I went along.
My state of mind has finally
got the best of me
I need you next to me
I'll try to find a way that I
can get to you
Just wanna get to you
.
The world I see is perfect now,
you're all around
With you I can breathe
Until you're mine, I have to find
A way to fill this hole inside
.
I can't survive without you here
by my side
Until you're mine, not gonna be
Even close to complete
I won't rest until you're mine
Mine...
I stopped singing at looked out the window. That song pretty much summed up the way that I felt right now about Shane and about life in general.
I hadn't ever really told anyone beside Sierra, although my Mom knew because she had heard me singing at home, but it was my dream to sing. Perhaps Camp Rock would help make that dream real. Perhaps it would help me to realise who I wanted to be – what I wanted to do with my life.
I started to play again, thinking that maybe I could finish off a song that I had started writing earlier in the year.
How to choose
Who to be
Well lets see
There's so many choices now
Play guitar
Be a movie star
In my head a voice says
.
Why not
Try everything
Why stop
Reach for any dream
I can rock
Cause it's my life
And now's the time
Who will I be
It's up to me
All the never ending possibilities
That I can see
There's nothing that I can't do
Who will I be
Yes I believe
I get to make the future what I want to be
If I can make up any one and know the choice is up to me
.
Who will I be
If I decide
I'm the girl to change the world
I can do it anytime
Opportunity right in front of me
And the choices are mine
.
Why not
Try everything
Why stop
Reach for any dream
I can rock
Cause it's my life
And now's the time
.
Who will I be
It's up to me
All the never ending possibilities
That I can see
There's nothing that I can't do
Who will I be
Yes I believe
I get to make the future what I want to be
If I can make up any one and know the choice is up to me
Who will I be
I sang the last note, put down my guitar and smiled. I pulled out the notebook Sierra gave me and began to write down the words.
What a good song, I thought. Perhaps I would be able to sing it at camp.
I smiled again. Life was good.
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