It was the day of the concert, and I was feeling a little nervous. Connect Three had not performed together in over two years. I would be judged. Teed girls would be there screaming for me, well Robbie. The stress was really starting to get to me. I was supposed to meet Greg in an hour, but instead of getting ready I had myself locked up in Mitchie's bathroom.

God was I pathetic.

I thought everything had been fixed. Everything was picture perfect, but when I really sat down to think about my issues, it was all coming back to me. Karma is a bitch.

"Shane? Shane, are you still in there?" Mitchie asked, "Are you okay?"

"Yeah I'm great," I lied.

Mitchie was the definition of perfection to me. I didn't deserve this ideal girl. I didn't understand why she was still in my life, and where this would take me.

"Okay, well. I need to get in there okay?"

"Alright, give me a minute."

I stood up, a little dizzy from sitting for so long, and looked at myself in the mirror. Dark hair, dark eyes, slim. I was Shane, not Robbie. I had the life I wanted. I had my girl, and I had my band. I was back to normal, but I still felt like all the baggage would catch up to me. Hopefully after we saved Camp Rock everything would be fine.

I opened the door to the bathroom to see Mitchie sitting on the floor outside. As soon as she saw me, she sprung up, pushed me aside and slammed the door. I felt a little guilty, I mean, it kind of sucks to hold it for that long. Ugh.

It felt like I was waiting for Mitchie for quite awhile. I paced around the apartment. It was so clean. She kept everything neat and clean, even if it was just us living here. The paper with the court date for the divorce proceedings was sitting up on the counter. Tomorrow.

Life felt like it was somewhat falling apart, all while it was being mended. As I looked at that date, something within me made me realize it was for real. No more Cassidy. I felt sorry for her, it's not like I hated her, and it's not like I wished anything bad for her. As I thought about it, I never really gave her the chance to show me her true self.

I was kind of hungry, so I opened up the refrigerator to find something to eat during the painstaking wait for Mitchie. My eyes were drawn quickly to the bottles in her fridge. The supply of drinks she had stocked the fridge with. One. One would fix this nervousness, one wouldn't ruin anything.

I took a sip. It felt like an old friend. Quickly, I needed another old friend. It was feeling like home. I was feeling better.

"Shane?"

Mitchie.

"Yeah?"

"What are you doing?" she asked, walking into the kitchen with a worried look on her face.

It looked terrible. Two empty bottles and one half-empty. All within a matter of minutes I had consumed that much alcohol.

"Mitchie, I'm sorry I-"

"I cannot believe you would do this!" she yelled, "I cannot believe it after all you've promised me, and all the plans you've made. You've sworn off all this!"

"I know it looks bad, but, well, I was so stressed out and everything," I tried to explain.

She frowned at me, "You drank that much just while I was in the BATHROOM?"

I was embarrassed. I was an asshole. I had fucked up, and I didn't know what to do. So I cried, something I had been somewhat getting accustomed to these last few weeks. The tears started almost instantly; weld up in my eyes on cue. I had turned into an emotional wreck.

"Aw, Shane . . ." Mitchie said, pulling me in for a hug.

I held on to her, absorbing her sympathy.

-

By the time we made it to Camp Rock, everyone was standing around waiting for me.

"Dude! We've all been waiting! We're going to start the concert any minute! Greg told us you weren't coming," Nate explained, as I got backstage.

Asshole.

Mitchie had gone to watch from the audience, and I could hear so many people packing themselves into the building.

All the people that wanted to see me fail. All the people who wanted to see Robbie. All the people who just wanted to see history. And one, at least one who just wanted to see Shane Gray, the real Shane Gray.

Honestly, I was scared. I was scared to perform onstage again. I was scared to face the world, and to face my Camp Rock past. The last time I had sung on this stage, it was Final Jam, and Mitchie and I had sung together.

Honestly, I was still a little buzzed from the beers I drank; still a little emotional from the crying.

But I would have to face the world again, this time as Shane Gray.

The curtain was going up, and I walked to my spot in front of the microphone, getting prepared to open the show. The roar of the audience was deafening as I walked out, Jason and Nate in tow.

The lights dimmed. A single spotlight. All eyes were on me, but all I could see was Mitchie's face in the crowd.

I couldn't move. I couldn't speak. It was my time, and I was about to blow it.

A/N: Sorry it's been taking me so long to update, but here's chapter ten. Also, I'm not sure who did, but I would like to thank whoever nominated this story for the Official Camp Rock Awards. It's really cool that somebody thought of my story to nominate for such a big contest. I don't even care if I win, it's just good to know that you guys appreciate the effort I'm putting into this story.

Again, thank you.

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