"Music's in my soul. I can hear it every day and every night. It's the one thing on my mind." I finished. It would sound better with the drums in the background. If I ever got to play it on stage. I heard clapping coming from behind me. I turned around.

"How long were you here?" I asked Uncle Brown suspiciously.

"I feel like I should ask you that. I came back here because I heard you calling me Mr. Brownie again. I told you not to do that. It ruins the co-" Uncle Brown said. I sensed a "cool" lecture coming on so I interrupted.

"Anyway, Uncle B., I was thinking of telling the band to play this song. What do you think?" I asked. Better say it all at once.

"Go ahead; perform it at our next Jam session." Uncle Brown said in a care-free way.

"Uh, are you sure?" I thought of Mitchie. It would be embarrassing to play her the song one-on-one. But at a concert, it would be easier.

"Sure, I'm sure." Uncle Brown joked. I didn't bother fake laughing.

"Alright then. Next week." I said and left. I didn't look back because I'd probably see a disappointed expression from Uncle Brown. He hated when his jokes failed.

Chapter 10: I'll Play My Music If You'll Play Yours

Why did I sign up for a Jam session again? Oh right. Because I wanted to impress Mitchie. Which will never happen due to unforeseen circumstances such as Nate's incapability to figure out what to wear. Apparently he's got a little crush of his own...on Mitchie's best friend. Which is great, really. Except for the delaying of our concert.

"Which should I wear? Purple shirt or red?" Nate asked frantically, his curly locks hiding his eyes, in an undershirt and boxers, holding up two ironed shirts.

"Uh, neither. Color's not really your thing. Go with the brown." I said, sitting down. I was all ready to go and so was Jason. Nate was really holding us up.

"Dude! Brown is a boring color! I need color!" Nate yelled frantically. I raised my eyebrows.

"There's a first. How do you know?"

"Caitlyn...she...you know. She complimented my shirt!"

"And that's a bad thing?" Despite the time-consuming, I was having fun with this. Nate usually dominated all the arguments so this was an opportunity.

"Well...you know. She said it all...sarcastic. Like, 'Nice shirt.'"

"Oh. And what were you wearing that day?"

"A beige shirt! So I need color! Purple or red?"

"You look good in brown so wear brown. Don't force yourself to wear something you don't like." I said wisely. Ah, this was fun.

"Who says I don't like it?! I love it! Red it is!" Nate yelled. I shrugged.

"Whichever way you roll." Jason said calmly. He was busy staring at some girls out the window who were practicing dance moves. Whatever.

Finally we were all ready. My heart skipped a beat. Wasn't that bad for your health? We picked up our guitars and I walked up to the mike.

"This song's for all you fans out there. Oh...and Mitchie." I said with a pause. She blushed. Front row seat with Caitlyn. Nate fumbled to pick up his mike.

"And Caitlyn!" He half-shouted. I grinned. Jason started the music.

"Music's..." Nate sang. I joined in my lead.

"Turn on that radio. As loud as it can go. Wanna dance until my feet can't feel the ground." I stared at Mitchie. She was grinning from ear to ear. Dazzling.

"Say good-bye to all my fears. One good song they disappear. And nothing in the world can bring me down." I nodded to the beat. Here was Nate's part.

"Hand clapping, hip shaking, heartbreaking, there's no faking. What you feel when you ride it home, yeah!" Nate sang, his eyes on Caitlyn. We could probably double date sometime...wait, where was I going with this? Ah, chorus time. I winked at Mitchie and took of the mike in one clean motion.

"Music's in my soul. I can hear it everyday and every night. It's the one thing on my mind!" I sang out, my eyes closed, just sort of feeling the music. This was way better than our recent music; I needed to go back to this. I started jumping, back flipping, not really thinking, and just doing. On an impulse move I reached out for Mitchie and pulled her on stage. She looked surprised and nervous. I handed her an extra mike. While my band mates sang the rest of the chorus, I talked to her.

"So, what do you say? A little sing-off?" I teased her.

"I don't know..."

"C'mon. Sing!" She did. We all joined in the chorus, even Caitlyn, who Nate pulled up on stage also. Copycat.

"Music's in my soul. I can hear it everyday and every night. It's the one thing on my mind!" We sang together.

"Music's got control." I sand with Nate and Jason.

"And I'm never letting go, no, no." Mitchie sang. Incredible. I didn't know she could sing that good.

We all finished the rest.

"I just wanna play my music. All night long." I ended it with a rockstar scream: "Yeah!" like we rehearsed.

The audience clapped but all Mitchie and I could do was stare at each other in pure, freaking amazement.

I think I'm in love.

End Chapter 10: I'll Play My Music If You'll Play Yours

AN: Alright. I was very busy in August but I'm back. And a new rule: I want more reviews. Else I'm holding Chapter 11 hostage. The ransom? 5 reviews.

I've decided to fit in Naitlyn because it just works. Disney channel is silly thinking that there would actually be a camp where people did not fall in love with each other. Tsk tsk.

I think there were a gazillion signs of Smitchie but just in case things weren't clear enough, I made them clearer in this chapter. Toodles!