Chapter: 2

Walking into her homeroom Mitchie took her usual seat near the window, Caitlyn right beside her, and their friends, Lola and her boyfriend Sander in front of them. Mitchie then pulled out a small leather bound book, it was her music notebook where she kept all the songs she had written over the years when Mrs. Bennett walked in a couple minutes later. She was in her 40's, with twisted nougat hair that was pinned up tidily, her lips were thin, her nose was pointy, her eyes were green, her skin was a little wrinkly, and she was wearing an olive dress that was quite plain. "Good morning everyone."

She walked over to her desk and took a seat, gathering a bunch of papers together before walking to the front of the class.

"Alright so, I have you're new schedules for the year so if you would all pl….." There was a knock at the door that broke her from her speech. She stepped the short distance to the door, and opened it. There was a large scream from most of the female class as they got a good look at who was standing at the door. It was none other then Connect 3 themselves "Hello boys,"

The oldest of the three, Jason waved happily, while Nate gave a small greeting of his own, though Shane on the other hand, stayed silent

Mrs. Bennett moved from the doorway just enough to let the boys in before shutting the door.

"Please take a seat wherever you like, I don't really care what you do during homeroom as long as you're in here on time, and you don't cause any trouble. Is that clear?" The boys nodded and took their seats, Mrs. Bennett then took her place back in the front of the classroom once more. "Now as I was saying, I have your new schedules for the year, so if you would please make sure to grab yours on the way out, I will be very grateful."

With that she placed the stack of paper on the empty desk in the front, before making her way back to her own. Almost seconds later the bell rang and the teens exited, each grabbing their own schedules as they left.

Mitchie had just enough time to read the sheet before the first class began. There were eight periods in all but only six periods a day, each one with a different class, and there was a break in between the second and third period, and a lunch hour in between the fourth and fifth period.

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Calculus- With Mr. Ryans. Rm. 204

Physics- With Mrs. Snow. Rm. 107

American Studies II- With Mrs. Bennett. Rm. 118

English Lit.- With Mr. Hans. Rm. 210

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Advanced Songwriting - With Mr. Brown. Rm. 310

Hip-Hop Dancing-Miss. Alex. Rm. 405

Guitar- Mrs. Dee La Duke. Rm. 302

Singing (Chorus)- Mr. Brown. Rm. 416

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Yup still the same as last semester. Taking a pen, she marked each class before sliding the pen behind her ear. The first four classes are always the academic part of the school, required to learn for graduation, while the last four classes were their music electives:

She then peered over at Caitlyn's schedule she was elated to find she also they still had all the same classes together, well except for guitar class at least, where instead she had, music mixing/producing class.

The two girls then enveloped in a big hug. When the hug was over they made their way down the creamy white hall, Mitchie's shoes squeaking against the multi colored tiles, covering the floors.

It was lunch time now, and Shane felt exhausted. He and his brothers had been running non stop, from class to class trying to escape the rags of ragging fans. But somehow, he had gotten separated from his brothers and was now wondering about the school looking for them. The only good thing about right now was that he had gotten away from the mob of screaming girls.

"There he is!" Screamed a sudden shrill voice. Oops, spoke too soon. Turning around, Shane was able to see a small group of girls running towards him. Without another thought his feet began to move in the opposite direction away from the girls. He skidded down the hallway to the outside doors, turning the corner there was a small scream as he made contact with another body before crashing down to the ground.

A small groan of pain emitted from below him as the taller of the two looked down at the girl he had bumped into earlier that day, sprawled below him.

"We have got to stop meeting like this." He heard her joke, which almost made him laugh until the sound of high pitched screaming reached his ears, and it was growing closer.

Quickly Shane got to his feet, giving a small apology before he dashed off once again.

Mitchie stared after the other brunette as he ran off, behind the other side of the school.

She stood up after a second whipping away the imaginary dust from her jeans, when a group of girls all but burst through the door.

"Have you seen Shane!?" One of the girls questioned haphazardly, looking out of breath, as did her friends.

Mitchie shook her head, pointing in the direction opposite she had seen the Popstar go. The girls though, did not question her, only giving a large, thank you, before taking off in the direction she had pointed.

By the time school was over it was time for Mitchie to head to work. Caitlyn had to stay after though, and decorate for the upcoming dance, so it was up to Mitchie to walk home. Taking the Quickest way she knew possible, the brunette girl cut through the park, The Palace wasn't too far away from there anyway.

At least until she heard the soft sound of a guitar near the lake, and it was really good. Curiosity got the better of her though, as she tiptoed over to the lake as quietly as she could, ducking behind a tree when she got close.

Shane was sitting on top of one of the wooden picnic tables strumming soft cords on his guitar, sheet note next to him.

He had come down here to play after he had escaped the fan girls. He just wanted to be left alone with his music to try and get it perfect.

It was good that was for sure, so good that Mitchie found herself moving forward slightly until she stepped on a twig, creating a small, 'SNAP'ing sound

Shane stopped his playing and Mitchie held her breath standing as still as she could.

"Can't a guy get some peace!" Came his haughtily announcement, attitude in every symbol.

Shane knew he had heard someone, but now they were just hiding, which was annoying him more than anything.

"I can still hear you, ya know." Crap. Looks like she had been caught and cursed herself for not looking where she was going. Taking a deep breath Mitchie moved around the trees to look at him, keeping her head down slightly.

Recognition was imminent on his face when he saw her.

"Oh, it's you."

Mitchie nodded, hair swaying slightly, "Yeah, uh, sorry about that."

"You say that a lot you know."

"Umm, Yeah, I guess…" The brunette girls looked a bit embarrassed, shuffling her feet around awkwardly. "Soooo what was that you were playing? It sounded different from your usual stuff."

Shane's eyes slit slightly at her ramblings. "You mean different than my usual cookie-cutter Popstar stuff? Sorry to disappoint."

"You didn't. I liked it." She said letting out a few laughs, taking a seat next to him. "I thought it was good… you know, for stupid cookie-cutter Popstar stuff."

Shane felt the corners of his mouth turn up and he laughed. "Wow you really know how to make a guy feel better."

"Why? I thought you loved your sound. I mean you are literally like a Beverly Glen's legend."

The smile fell and the brunette turned slightly. "Some legend, I only play the music that the label thinks will sell. That's it."

"You don't think that will sell?" Mitchie asked her eyebrow raised as she watched Shane shifted around on the bench.

"I don't know."

Another laugh left her lips. "Well you won't know if you never try."

Shane opened his mouth to speak, but a loud ringing sound caught his attention instead.

Mitchie reached into her pocket, and pulled out her sparkling blue phone. "Excuse me one sec." Stepping down from the bench, she walked a few feet away from the other before answering.

"Hello?"

"Where are you?" Came the pichie reply form the other side of the phone. "I thought I told you that you had to work tonight?"

"I'm sorry T.J. I just…"

"I don't want excuses Mitchie, I want you here in five minutes." and with that she hung up. Mitchie gave an exasperated sigh, glaring at her phone before turning back to the awaiting Popstar.

"Sorry about that but I gotta get going." She pocketed her phone with another smile, and went to walk away, but then turned back around.

"By the way, I know of at least one girl who would buy that song."