Sorry for the late update. I have the chapters and plot all planned out, I just need to update so I present to you all a supersized chapter! Also if anyone reads my story please review. Whether it's negative or positive, I would really appreciate the feedback. Anyways, onto the next chapter. And bear with me please, the plot will grow.
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Lost- Shane
"Dude our album comes out in a month! Are you excited?" Jason proclaimed jumping up and down the recording studio.
Shane chuckled at Jason's crazy antics. Despite knowing Jason for 3 months, he felt like he had known him for years based on his random outbursts. Turning to his other band mate Nate, the most serious of them all, he instantly knew Nate was not amused.
"Of course we are Jase, but you may want to calm down," Nate replied for the both of them.
"I can't help it," Jason exclaimed. "I haven't been this excited since I saw that bird house at Camp Rock…" he begin his tale leaving Nate annoyed and causing Shane to zone out.
Leaving his fellow band mates behind, he left the studio and went into the lobby of Hollywood Records in a daze. The summer he just experienced was not what he expected. Any normal 16 year old at Camp Rock would be thrilled with the idea of winning Final Jam. Never in his wild dreams did he, Shane Joseph Gray, expect to win Final Jam let alone also be offered a record deal in the process. Spotting a table and he bent down to pick up the latest issue of Pop Informer Magazine to find the main story on them. How the band was formed due to Jason White starting a food fight with Nate Black over the last Oreo cheese cake in which he, Shane Gray, tried to break up which resulted in his Uncle Brown sentencing them to clean up the mess hall. Within the time they spent cleaning they managed to bond forming the band "Mess Hall Maniacs" for their first performance at the Campfire Jam, then eventually changed their name to "SJN" for the Pajama jam, and eventually to "Connect 3" for Final Jam, their official name thanks to Shane after the bond they shared overall: music. He read on how their album was set for release in October and how they would tour straight after to promote it. He sighed setting down the magazine stunned as he looked at the posters featuring the artists that also were signed and couldn't believe that this real, that this wasn't a dream. Though despite it all, he felt lost.
It was a feeling he couldn't quite describe, let alone handle. A rising band destined to be the next big thing, with others already looking up to them was all overwhelming. Deep down inside he still felt like the kid that just loved music who helped out his crazy uncle each summer at Camp Rock in hopes of winning Final Jam. Now 6 years later, he didn't know how to act let alone, think on how he should handle the fame. He knew deep down he wanted to stay true to himself but at the same time he felt this pressure to compete with the other bands, to make sure they stood out. Running his hands through his raven locks trying to calm down he jumped when he heard a female groan.
"Ugh!"
Moments later a leggy blonde waltzed into the room flicking her hair in annoyance, barking orders into her cellphone complaining about how she wanted her latte made and delivered in minutes.
One thing for certain is I don't want to end up like that. He snickered to himself causing the blonde to glare at him.
"What's so funny?" she practically snarled at him hanging up her phone glaring at him.
Taken aback Shane sputtered out, "Sorry, but all that arguing over a coffee order is a bit extreme."
"Listen kid, you'll understand once you're running on 3 hours of sleep and need to get things done today."
"I'm not a kid, I'm 16 and have gotten things done without the aid of Cinnamon Soy Chai latte or whatever it is that you just ordered," he fired back.
"Oh really now? Who do you think you are?" She asked turning back to her phone in annoyance.
"Shane Gray, the lead singer of Connect 3," he replied causing the diva to drop her phone.
"You're the Shane Gray, the newest band my dad is managing?!" she cried out rushing to his side.
"Yeah and your Dad is Greg Mayors?" he asked instantly kicking himself for acting so rude to the 16 year old daughter of the man who managed them.
"Yes. Please excuse my recent behavior I'm a bit cranky when I don't get enough sleep, but then again who isn't. I'm Alexis Mayors."
Shane stared in disbelief at Alexis surprised how she went from total bitch to a friendly person in seconds. "Nice to meet you. I'm sorry as well I guess I should be more understanding, I would be cranky too running on 3 hours of sleep." He replied shaking her hand in the process.
"Oh forget about it. To be honest I was probably acting too harsh anyways, but it's all about your image. Keeping an image can be tiring," she said as she picked up her phone in the process.
"Image? Why do you have to keep an image?"
"Shane this is Hollywood. You're the next big thing. Your band is destined to take over the charts, at least that's what my dad says. You have to fake it to make it or you'll just be-"
"Lost?" Shane offered suddenly nervous. He had an image to maintain?
"Yeah," Alexis said shaking her head in agreement. "And forgotten. Trust me it's all about your image. Without it music can only get you so far."
Shane stood there dazed as he watched Alexis run to meet the person who brought her coffee only to bark at him for being late, then sipped it once the person left smiling at Shane. Image? I thought making being number 1 on the billboard charts would be enough, but image? He thought wildly to himself. I mean Alexis looked like a diva at first, then she seemed pretty cool but maybe she has a point. She was on all the magazines, mainly due to her behavior however was the bad publicity really worth it? Did her dad care at all what type of image she was making of herself?
Contemplating this Nate walked out of the studio and called his name "Shane! Greg wants to meet with us to hear the final cut of the album."
"Coming," Shane said as he stared at Alexis who meekly said "Don't work pop star we'll meet again." who walked away slipping a coffee napkin with her phone number on it.
Heading back into the studio, Shane wasn't sure if being the kid who just loved was enough to make it in this business. Doubting himself, he felt lost.
After a day of looking over their album artwork and pep talk from their manager for their first official public appearance, Shane was later dropped off at his house from a black stretch limo.
"See ya Shane!" Jason called popping his head out of the window. "Maybe later we can work on a bird house or something."
Shane chuckled still not knowing why the 18 year old was obsessed with birds. Nate popped his head out the window as well rolling his eyes in amusement. "See ya Shane. Take it easy.
Waving to his friends he walked up to his house still in shock from Alexis's words. Image? Pfffft he thought as he opened the door to his house instantly greeted by his younger brother.
"Hey Frankster!" Shane chuckled wrestling his 8 year old brother who was currently attacking his leg.
"Hey Shane! I missed you." Frankie Gray replied still attached to his leg. "How was your day? I bet it wasn't as awesome as mine. I got to eat cereal and play guitar hero all day!"
"Nice. Wish I could've been there but I got to play rock star all day with meetings and actual guitar playing," Shane bragged as he attempted to walk into the kitchen. He found his Mom in there attached to her cellphone talking to his publicist as usual, who gave him a quick wave before returning to her call. Shane smiled at her as he grabbed an apple from the island before surveying the house looking for his dad.
Frankie hopped off his leg . "Don't you mean pop star? That's what Mom says you are and that sounds nice. You should invite me along some time, it sounds amazing. And who knows maybe later on down the road and I can be a part of the band, you know Connect 4?"
Shane grinned at his younger brother's remark glad that he was interested in his band. "As soon as things get settled with the band, I'll definitely bring you along. But we'll have to wait and see about becoming Connect 4, you are a little too young to be an official band member. But you are always welcome as the bonus member of the band." He replied before glancing off into space. "Besides who knows how long we'll last…" he trailed off remembering his previous conversation with Alexis. If his career was all based on his image, he had a feeling they wouldn't get past one record.
"Shane don't be so negative! Dad says your band is destined to last long. In fact he's in a meeting with your label to discuss your plans," Frankie replied trying to cheer him up oblivious to Shane's confused expression.
"Meeting with my label? I was just talking with them. He could've came with me if he wanted to talk to Greg."
"Yeah. But he said something about wanting to talk to your manager about the band's…"
"Image," Shane finished for him.
"Yeah. Something like that. He wants the band to be all over the magazine no matter what. He's being doing that a lot lately since you became a pop star," Frankie replied trailing off.
Shane sighed. He really was oblivious to it all. Now that Frankie mentioned it, when he first told his father the news of his band getting signed it seemed like his father was becoming less like his father and more like a manager. In fact his mom was constantly on the phone doing the same thing. It seemed like everyone was more concerned about his career than him.
"Shane you okay?" his little brother asked.
Shane smiled thankful someone other than his bandmates was concerned about him, not Connect 3. "Yeah. Let me just go upstairs for a bit to relax and then I'll meet you downstairs for some guitar hero."
"Awesome! Later Shane!" Frankie exclaimed before running off into the living room. Shane sighed before going up stairs and making his way up to his room. Closing the door he took in the comfort of his surroundings before sinking into the chair by his desk, lost in thought.
Everything is changing. My parents, the label expects me to change, why can't I just be the kid who just loves music? Frowning, he ran his fingers through is wavy hair in frustration staring at yet another magazine that had them as the cover story. Was it bad to appreciate it all like his band members did? Digging his hands into his pockets he found the napkin Alexis wrote her phone number on from earlier today. We may be different but maybe she'll understand me more than my parents or bandmates will. I need a fresh perspective on this. Without a second thought he got his phone and dialed her number hoping someone could help him not feel so lost.
And thus begins Shane's journey. Next chapter will be Mitchie. I will update soon. In the meantime PRETTY PLEASE review. :)
