After Tom left, Mitchie began to relax a little.
Until the kareoke machine was turned on.
"Mitchie!" Stacie called. "Do one of your songs! Please?"
Mitchie froze. "Uh," she said. "I don't know…"
"Come on," Seirra begged. "We even have the background music for 'Who Will I Be?'. Please?"
"Mitchie! Mitchie! Mitchie!" the crowd suddenly started chanting.
Mitchie held up her hands. "Mercy! Okay okay I'll sing!"
"YAY!!" the corwd cheered.
Mitchie hestitantly took the mic. She slowly lifted it and began to sing.
"Woah, oh
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
yeah!
How to choose who to be, well
let's 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 cuz 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
If I can become anyone and know
the choice is up to me
Who will I be
Yeah, yeah!
If I decide I'm the girl to
change the world
I can do it anytime
Oppurtunity right in front of
me
And the choice is all mine
Why not try everything
Why
stop reach for any dream
I can rock cuz 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
If I can become anyone and know
the choice is up to me
Who will I be
I want to find just
Who I am
inside
Who will I be
I want to show that
The way that I can
shine
Yeah
Woah, yeah
Who will I be
It's up to
me
All the never ending possibilities
And I can see
There's
nothing that I can't do
Who will I be (yeah)
As I believe
I
get to make the future what I want to
If I can think of anyone
that know the choice is up to me (yeah)
Who will I be
Woah, oh.
Who will I be
Who
will I be!"
Mitchie let the mic drop down as she finished the song, panting slightly. Everyone stared at her, open mouthed.
Finally Phil spoke. "I didn't know you were that good!" he exclaimed.
"Yeah!" everyone agreed.
"We thought you sound better recording. But dang!"
Stacie stared. "Wow."
Mitchie blushed. "Thanks."
"Can we do a question and answer?" someone asked suddenly.
"Sure, I guess," Mitchie said.
"Does Connect 3 give you voice lessons?" Billy, in their grade, asked.
"No," Mitchie said simply. "We practice together but we really don't need them."
"So where'd you learn to sing like that?" Anna pressed.
"I honestly don't have any idea."
"What is Connect 3 really like?" Stacie asked suddenly. "Are they as cool as they seem in interveiws and on stage?"
"Cooler," Mitchie grinned. "Nate and Jason are like my brothers."
"And Shane?"
"He's my best friend, not counting Seirra. They all are."
The crowd murmmered, casting glnaces at each other.
"What do you like to do together?" Seirra asked.
"Oh, we do whatever," Mitchie said. "Watch movie in the apartments or hotel rooms, writing new music, goofing off. It's so much fun."
Everyone eventually got to answer a question, and by then the party was scheduled to be over. Mitchie had to leave because the next day was her last day with her parents before heading to the airport early in the morning.
"Catch the concert on MTV guys!" she said as everyone watched sadly as she left.
As Sierra drove away, Mitchie leaned back and sighed. "What a party," she said.
"What are you going to tell Shane about you-know-who?"
Mitchie groaned. "Thanks for reminding me. I don't know."
00
Connect 3 generously shared their private jet with Mitchie, so she flew on that back to Washington. As the plane began to descend, she began remembering everything her parents and herself had done together. She already missed them.
They'd gone to her favorite Chinese restraunt, enjoying themselves as the cook cooked their food in front of them. Then, they'd gone to a local amusment park. Mitchie'd loved every moment of it.
As she walked out of the plane and spotted Shane, the good feeling was suddenly gone. What was she going to tell Shane?
Uh oh.
But she put a huge smile on her face and ran over to Connect 3 and Caitlynn. "I missed you guys!" she said, hugging first Caitlynn, then Nate and Jason, leaving Shane for last. They'd decided to keep their relasionship low key, after what happened with that article last year.
She squeezed Shane extra tight, holding on a little bit longer than the others. He sighed and ran his fingers under her chin. "How was your flight?" he asked.
They started walking towards the limo. "Fantastic," Mitchie said, smiling. "I enjoyed that game room very much. Nate, I think I beat your high score on the pinball."
Nate stopped. "No! I worked forever on that! How could you possibly…?"
Mitchie shrugged. "I don't know."
He sighed and shook his head.
Jason looked at her nervously. "You didn't hurt my game right?" he asked.
"The one where you play a bird finding a birdhouse?" Mitchie asked. "Nope. I don't think I even played it."
Jason let out a long sigh of relief. "Thank goodness," he said. "I finally got past level ten: the squirrel manor."
"Wow," Caitlynn said. "Impressive."
They climbed in the limo and Shane immediately pulled Mitchie closer. He hugged her again. "I really missed you," he whispered in her ear. "I have nothing to do while you're gone."
She smiled. "What did you end up doing?"
"Well, we tried to write more music," Shane shook his head. "Poor Jason was trying to find a rhyming word with orange."
She stared at Shane. "But nothing ryhmes with orange!"
"No it doesn't!" Jason intrupped. "What is with you people? Nothing. Orange. Nothing. Orange. THEY DON'T RHYME!"
Mitchie stared at Jason. "That is what we're saying!" she said. "No other word rhymes with orange."
Jason closed his eyes and massaged his temples. "My head hurts," he said finally.
Caitlynn giggled. Nate rolled his eyes. "Here we go again."
Mitchie looked out the window at the passing landscape. "Wow," she said. "D.C is so pretty! Look at all the leaves!" Every leaf was a different shade of red or orange. "Wow," she said again.
Shane leaned over, resting his chin on her shoulder. "Yeah," he agreed, looking out the window. "D.C. is awesome."
"They reached the hotel soon enough and Mitchie attempted to tug her suitcase out of the trunk. "Oh, come on," she grunted. It wasn't big; but heavy. Held down from all the presents her parents and Seirra had given her.
Shane smiled and helped her tug it out. She sighed and brushed a loose hair out of her face. "Thanks Shane," she said.
He smiled and handed it to her. "No problem," he said. "What's in there?"
They began walking inside after everyone. "Presents from my parents and my best friend."
"Ah," Shane nodded and lead the way to the hotel room Mitchie and Caitlynn were sharing.
Caitlynn took one look at the couple and left, saying "I'm just going to let you too be alone…hey Nate! Come here a second…" her voice faded with her footsteps.
Mitchie sighed and pulled her suitcase to her bed. She tossed it on top and opened it. She started to pull a shirt out, but Shane's arms wrapped around her waist from behind.
"What are you doing?" she asked, turning slightly to look at him.
"Hugging you," Shane answered easily.
Mitchie twisted out of his grip and hugged him back. "Somebody missed me," she said teasingly.
Shane shrugged. "So what?" he asked. "Glad to be back in the hands of your favorite band?"
Mitchie stared at him. "Who said you're my favorite?" she asked, arching an eyebrow. Shane stared at her for a long second.
"Please tell me your kidding," he said. "Otherwise we'll have to hold you down until you change your mind."
Mitchie smiled widely. "Not saying," she said, twisting out of his grip and going to her closet. "But I am glad to be here again. I missed you."
Shane sat on the bed crossed legged and smiled. "How was that party?" he asked.
Mitchie froze, her hands clenching around her shirt. "Uh, fine," she said.
Shane paused for a second. "Really?" he asked. "And, what happened?"
"Oh, you know," Mitchie said. "They wanted me to sing, and I answered a billion questions."
"Like what?"
"Like, what is it like living in a huge bus for months on end," Mitchie turned and smiled. Shane got up and hugged her again.
"What did you say?"
"That we goof off 24/7."
Shane nodded. "That sounds about right."
Mitchie smiled. But then her smile faded. TELL HIM. "There was another question," she said softly.
"Which was?"
"…If I was dating any of you."
Shane froze for a second. "What did you say?" he repeated.
"No."
His arms dropped. "Why?" he asked, his voice hurt. "It's not like they're going to call the tabloids."
Mitchie sighed. "Stop," she said. "I have a punishment. One of the guys took advantage that I said no."
Shane's hands cradled her elbows. "What happened?" he asked.
Mitchie shuddered. Shane tilted her head up. "Mitchie?" he repeated. "What's happened?"
She sighed. "He kissed me," she whispered.
Shane's hands were on her shoulders at that point. He froze and his grip hardened. Mitchie winced. "Shane…" she said. "Could you stop? You're hurting me."
She didn't dare look at his face as his hands dropped to his sides, in tight fists. "What. Did. You. Do?" he demanded through clenced teeth.
"Pushed him into the pool," Mitchie mumbled. "Don't be mad! I didn't even see it coming!"
Shane sighed. "I'm not mad," he said gently. "Jelous and angry at first. But now I'm amused. He tried to kiss you and you pushed him into the pool. Impressive." Hard humor was in his voice now.
Mitchie hugged him again. "Don't worry," she whispered. "I don't think anyone will get in the way of us again."
Shane smiled and kissed her gently. "Good."
Authors Note: Hello people!! I made a new Camp Rock Fanfiction if you want to read it. Just go to my profile.
Also, I may not be able to update for a while because school has started again. But I promise I'll try!
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