Chapter 28. Hopefully you guys will enjoy this one. It's pretty exciting, I was really getting into it lol Anyway, enjoy and I'll work on the next chapter soon!

Oh, it starts in Mitchie's POV.


Exactly three days after Shane slept over at my house, I went to work. Yes, work. I was officially working for the man. A very powerful man -actually two- who could either make me or break me in the music industry. Alright, so that's being a little harsh. Randy and Otto are way nicer than they appear. They actually cared about my opinion. So to start this off right, I'll tell you how my day started:

I woke up, pressing the snooze button on my alarm clock. It was 4:30 AM on a Saturday morning. Yeah, not my favorite time of the day, but what are you gonna do, right? I rolled out of bed, tousling my hair. I was supposed to be at work by 5:00. I figured half an hour would be good enough.

I sat at my vanity, pulling my hair into a messy bun at my crown. I slipped on a few thin headbands and sprayed my hair with apple scented body spray. I got up and walked over to my closet, pulling out a cropped black band tee and and bright pink camisole. I slipped them on and walked over to my dresser, pulling out a pair of cuffed boyfriend jeans -not actually from Shane- and slipping them on. I slid my feet into a pair of white flip-flops and grabbed my phone from my nightstand.

Once I was downstairs I grabbed my purse, grabbed my keys and slipped on a pair of aviator sunglasses, before stepping outside.

I hopped into my car, starting the engine and sighing. My first day of work, I thought to myself. Don't blow it, Mitchie. I put my car in reverse and backed out, heading to my possible future at Intentionally Records.

In my head, all I could think of were the worst possible things I could do while at work. None of them were anywhere close to good, not even a smidge. I was so worried about screwing it all up, I almost ran a stop sign. Oh, how my boss's would have loved to read the headline of the following mornings paper:

Girl Almost Dies in Stop Sign Accident, Sick to the Stomach with Nerves About Working at New Job.

How pathetic is that? I mean, seriously. I was freaking out about my frist day on the job and I wasn't even there yet, not even assigned to anything. It makes me wonder why I wasn't freaking out before I left for work that day, why I wasn't feeling sick. More importantly, why I wasn't dying of a heart attack on my bedroom floor.

Speaking of news. Remember how the paparazzi got photos of Shane and I at the park, kissing and hugging and doing who knows what? Well, the photos had finally come out in L.A. Entertainment two days after it happend. I wasn't surprised, I knew they were going to be published world-wide, I just didn't know how it would all happen. The title of our 'date' as Shane and I put it went a little something like this:

Shane Gray's Make-Out Moment with Girlfriend at the Park.

Lovely title, isn't it? Ugh! I had just about spit milk all over my parents when I'd read it at the kitchen table that morning. And right after I almost covered my parents in milk, I called Shane, asking if he'd seen it.

"Yeah, I saw it. 'Make-Out Moment'? I can honestly say that the paparazzi have nothing better to do than try to destroy the lives of the rich and famous."

"But what about me? I was in that too. People are gonna be coming after me now." I'd pouted. I had not intended on being chased by rabid paparazzi all the time.

"Hey, you're famous, Mitch. That's what you get when you're in this kind of industry." he told me. I sighed. "Hey, don't worry. I'm not letting you face this alone, I promise I'll be there if you need me." I smiled.

I guess I had been asking for it, I mean, with all the stuff Shane and I do in the public eye, it's bound to be posted on a blog or printed on a glossy magazine cover. I knew it was going to happen, but I guess deep down, I'd hoped it wouldn't and that we would be safe from it all.

I arrived at work ten grueling minutes later. I didn't realize until after I'd gotten out of my car that my knuckles were white from clutching the steering wheel the whole ride to the studio.

"Mitchie, you made it!" Otto greeted me, lightly patting my back, after I walked in. I chuckled. Yeah, barely. "Are you ready?" I took in a deep breath and nodded.

"As ready as I'll ever be." I said as I let my breath out. Now it was Otto's turn to chuckle.

"Come on." he said and lead me to the recording booth.

"Hey, Mitch, you made it!" Randy said as soon as he saw me walk in the room with Otto.

"That's what I said." Otto said and I smiled, waving at Randy.

"So, are we ready here?" Randy asked, looking at me. I nodded and he gave me a nod back.

I sang the song, my song. My song that help my win Final Jam at Camp Rock last summer, "Until You're Mine". I closed my eyes, picturing Shane standing right beside me as I sang it to him, watching his lips curve into a smile. Thinking that made me want him there with me, holding my hand as I gave my all to Randy and Otto as I had for Final Jam. I knew it wouldn't happen, but I could dream.

When I finished, I pulled the headphones off my head, sitting down on the stool behind me, and opened my eyes. I looked at Randy and Otto, awe struck looks on their faces.

"Uh, was that ok?" I asked. Randy pressed his microphone button and leaned into it.

"Mitchie, that was perfect." he said with a smile and I nodded, a smile on my face as well.

After recording I left, heading home to change my clothes. It was 7:00 AM once I arrived back home, pulling into the driveway and shutting off the engine. I climbed out, my purse on my shoulder and my phone in my hand. I could tell my parents were up, because the paper from the front porch was missing. The paper always came at six o'clock.

I walked inside and heard something happening in the kitchen. I walked over to inspect and found Mom making breakfast. She heard me and looked up from what she was doing, smiling at me.

"Goodmorning, Sweetie!" Mom said, all cheery. I gave her a goofy smile.

"Why are you so happy? It's 7 in the morning." I asked as I walked over and she shrugged.

"I don't know, I can't be happy?" she asked, smirking. I shrugged this time.

"I suppose." I said and readjusted the purse straps on my shoulder.

"Oh," Mom said after a moment. "Shane called while you were at work. He said he wants you to call him back as soon as possible." I tilted my head.

"Did he say why?" I asked. Mom shrugged and shook her head at the same time. I nodded slowly and walked out of the room.

"Aren't you going to have any breakfast?" Mom called after me.

"I'm not hungry right now!" I called back and jogged up the staircase, heading into my room. I closed the door and opened my keyboard. I hit speed dial 2 and pressed my phone to my ear, listening to it ring.

"Mitchie, hey." he said as soon as he answered.

"Hey, what's up? Mom said you called while I was at work, sounded important."

"Yeah, it is. Look, can you come over here so we can talk?" he sounded urgent. Why? What was happening?

"Yeah, sure." I said instead of asking a whole bunch of questions. I wanted to know, but I knew Shane would tell me soon enough.


"Two weeks?" I collapsed on Shane's bed, feeling like all the air in the room had been pricked with a pin and now it was gone. This was not happening. I was not really there. I was dreaming, dreaming a horrible nightmare. Shane was not really going on tour.

I looked up at him and he slowly nodded. He sat down beside me, taking me in his arms. I buried my face in his chest, feeling the sting of tears in my throat. This was becoming too much of a reality. Shane couldn't leave me, he couldn't leave me now. I was about to end my senior year, to be free of all my teachers, all the tests and all the people who I never wanted to see again. I don't mean Sierra, because we'd always be friends, but everyone else in that freaking school. He couldn't leave me.

"Mitch, I'm so sorry, I... I wish I could just quit for... a year or two." I shook my head, sniffling into his chest. I pulled my face away, feeling the air cool my face as I moved. I looked up at him, seeing the tears in his eyes.

"Shane, you can't quit, you'll dissapoint your fans," I told him, wiping my cheeks.

"I don't care, they can wait. I can't be without you anymore." a tear slid down his cheek. He was hurting so much. My chin quivered and I put my hands to his face. He put his calloused hands on top of mine and I closed my eyes, letting another tear fall. I opened my eyes. I wiped Shane's cheeks.

"Shane, you have to go," I told him.

"No, I want to stay here, I don't want to go anywhere if you're not coming with me. I don't care if I dissapoint them."

"If you don't go, you'll dissapoint me." He was silent for a moment.

"Mitch-"

"Please, Shane, just go. I want you to go, please." I said through the tears running down my face. He nodded and I pulled him close, burying my face in his neck. He wrapped his arms around me and I started to sob.

He was really leaving me again.

[Shane's POV]

This was not fair. John was not supposed to say this. Our CD sales were amazing, our last tour was on fire. Why were we going back on tour if everything was perfect? There was something going on that no one was telling us. But what was it?

After Mitchie left I found Nate and Jason in the backyard, playing with Winston and watching him chase squrriels up trees. Why were they acting like everything was fine? They were both about to leave their girlfriends again. Three months was a long time without girlfriends to hug and kiss all the time.

"We have to do something," is the first thing I said once I stepped out into the backyard. Nate and Jason just looked at me, like I was going insane.

"Shane, what are you talking about?" Nate asked, looking at me through squinted eyes. The sun was really intense.

"I'm talking about Mitchie, Caitlyn and Marissa." They both gave me a confused look. I sighed. "You guys realize we're going back on tour and we're not going to be able to see them for three months?" Nate and Jason looked at each other, Nate biting his lip.

"Three months away from Marissa? No way, I cannot do that." Jason said, getting all worked up. Nate sighed and looked back at me.

"What do you have in mind?" he asked and I smiled.

"I've got the perfect idea."

Alright, so my perfect idea: Get Mitchie, Caitlyn and Marissa to come on tour with us. Yes, it was going to be difficult, but I figured John wouldn't mind a little more awesomeness. My plan was to make Mitchie our opening act, considering she just got signed a record deal and nobody really knew her yet, make Caitlyn our Co-Producer or a backup dancer since she was really good at both and get Marissa a job as our personal stylist.

Nate was a little worried the plan wouldn't work, while Jason thought it was the greatest plan ever, considering he'd get to spend more time with Marissa. I knew it was a good plan, I just wasn't sure if John would agree to it all.

I got Nate and Jason into our little recording studio. I dialed John Fields number on the main line and listened as it rang.

"Hello? John Fields speaking."

"John, it's Jason, Shane and Nate." I said. "You're on speaker."

"Hey, what's up?" John asked.

"Listen, about the tour," I'd started, but it interrupted me.

"Don't tell me you guys are having second thoughts."

"No," Nate said. "that's not it at all. We've actually got a suggestion for the tour."

"Oh, really? Hit me." I cleared my throat. This was it.

"You know how you're having a little trouble finding an opening act? Well, I think I've got a solution-"

"Shane, we've already found someone." we were all silent for a few seconds.

"What do you mean?" Nate finally asked. "Who is it?" I stood up from my chair and walked over to the other side of the room. This was not happening. I couldn't do this again. I was going to die if I couldn't see her for three months. This was not happening.

"Her names MacKenzie O'Donnel. She's fifteen, and she's new." I didn't want to hear who he got, I wanted him to take Mitchie as our opening act.

"John, look, we love the idea of having younger talent for our opening act," Nate said. "but Shane had the perfect opening act in mind."

"Shane," I turned around, facing the phone and the guys. "Who you got?"

"Her name is Mitchie Torres," I said. "She's also my girlfriend." I heard John sigh. "She's really talented, John, she's a little shy, but once she gets up on stage, she's a whole new person."

"Shane, I've got a problem with that. You said this Mitchie girl is your girlfriend. I can't have you two making out all the time on tour. And besides, you'd get a lot more publicity if you were single."

"I don't want to be single, John. Mitchie is the best thing that has ever happened to me. I'm not getting rid of her." My voice was rising. I needed to calm down.

"John, Shane is right." Jason spoke up. "Mitchie is amazing. She's way talented and she's been a blessing for all of us."

"I think you should at least hear her." Nate jumped in.

"Yeah." Jason said.

"You guys realize the tour starts in two weeks?"

"We know." all three of us said.

"When can I hear her?"

Nate played Mitchie's live demo, the one of her singing, "Until You're Mine". John imidiately fell inlove with her. But since Mitchie didn't have a demo with more than one song, she was going to have to get at least six more songs to come on tour as our opening act. I told him no problem.

We also told him about Caitlyn and Marissa. John said he could always use a Co-Producer, but wanted to see Caitlyn in action first. We also mentioned that Caitlyn was an amazing dancer. He said he'd think about it. And about Marissa: John wanted to see if she was up to it. So it was almost settled. Mitchie was coming and possibly Caitlyn and Marissa.


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