Disclaimer: No, I Don't own anything. Not even the song. :] Thanks to BJoviMalyza884, who got me hooked onto Katy Perry.

A/N: Hey, Please check out my friend UtterlyRandom [Kendra's] fanfiction 'Alex's Connection'. It's really sweet.

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Chapter Two: If You Can Afford Me

"Shaney?" An innocent-enough, angelic voice came over the phone. Wow, she sounded kind of nice today. I wonder what happened to her?

"Yea?" Shane scowled, adjusting the knot in his tie. He lifted his right shoulder a tad more to cradle the cordless phone better. He motioned for his assistant to come help him.

"Have you got the limo and chauffeur ready?" She questioned so sweetly.

"I thought I'd just drive us there." Shane stated, softly mumbling a 'thank you' to his assistant.

"SHANEY. NO WAY! We have to arrive in Limo! We'd look so chic." The voice suddenly turned into a high pitch squawk. A very annoying high pitched squawk.

Thanks for breaking my eardrums. "Sure. Sure. I'll pick you up soon... Babe, you know this is just a dinner for the Record Label?" He checked himself out in the mirror one more time. He gave himself a wink and a thumbs up. His hands flew to his hair. NOT ENOUGH PRODUCT!

"I'm not stupid Shane. I know. Anyways, Ciao ciao babe. Oh, one more thing, mummy will be there." And then she hung up.

Shane sighed and collapsed on his bed. He stared at the ceiling as he began to think. Just think. About his girlfriend. About his life. SHIZ. I forgot my watch.

Shane rolled over and opened the drawer where he kept his valuables. He moved over some junk and odds and ends and spotted a small face at the bottom of the drawer. He pulled it out. It was a picture of him and Mitchie. Oh those HAD been good ol' times. He sighed as he placed it back and slid the watch through his wrist. It could've been different, Mitch. It could've.

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"OMIGOD! Shaney, haven't you worn that before?" Geez, A simple 'hello' and kiss would've done well enough.

"Oh god, Tess. Yes, I have. I can wear it more than once. " Shane retorted, rolling his eyes at his girlfriend. She knew how to push his buttons. But she didn't look half bad. She wore a strapless bright red dress with a silver bow.

"People are gonna think we're poor." Tess whined as she cut in front of him and stepped into the limo.

"No. They aren't." Shane sighed once more. It was like putting up with a five year old sometimes. A really annoying five year old that he was committed too.

"Whatever." She spat back venomously.

An awkward 5 minutes passed by before Shane spoke. "I'm going to be away for awhile. I'm counselling at Camp Rock again." He expected her to be happy for him. Instead her facial changed into a menacingly disgusted face.

"Shane. We can totally do better than that place." She examined her nails, and frowned as she pulled a small diamond encrusted nail file from her clutch.

"Tess, that's where I got my start. It's where I got my inspiration. It's where Connect 3 formed, and I'm still going." Shane replied. He leaned over her for the remote, accidently hitting her arm.

"WATCH IT!" She shrieked. Her nail was disheveled and raggly looking from the uneven swipe he had unintentionally caused.

"Whoa. Sorry. I just wanted the remote." He quickly apologized, turning on the TV. Droning out her shrieks.

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"Thank you everbody! For attending the POPROCK label Anniversary dinner! Each of you get a special goody bag filled with items such as spa coupons, baked good, the newest electronics, and Connect 3's latest CD!" Mrs. Lewell, Secretary to the head honcho smiled enthousiastically as she gestured toward his table.

Shane grinned before standing up with his best friends, Nate, and Jason in recognition. He waved at everybody then sat back down. He cautiously turned to Tess to whisper something into her ear, but to his surprise she was gone.

Please don't make me play babysitter.. again..

A dazed looking Mrs. Lewell tapped her headset. She raised her brow confused before clearing her throat. "And now onto the fun! We have a new activity suggested by our very own lovely Ms. Tyler. KARAOKE! And who better to go first then the person who suggested it? Presenting Ms. Tyler everybody."

The curtains opened as a snooty looking Tess smiled canevilly, her hips sashayed as she walked to the front of the stage. She paused and waited for absolute complete silence, blowing a kiss at Shane, and waving at her mother. "Hello everybody. Welcome again to POPROCK's Anniversary affair. In case you didn't know, I'm daughter to the very famous and beautiful TJ Tyler ..."

Everyones eyes were diverted to her mother, who blew a kiss from her fake smile.

".. and soon to be Mrs. Gray." Tess added the last part, looking over at Shane, proudly. As if he were an accomplishment, a prize if you must, not an actual person.

Shane turned a bright pink and avoided the curious stares of his peers. No. Please, no. She did not just say that.

".. And I will be performing a song for you. A song by Katy Perry!" Tess waved to Kate Perry who was seated very close to the stage.

A reluctant Kate Perry gave her a small smile and waved back. Probably wondering why this random preppy chick was waving at her.

"Hit it." Tess whispered huskily into her microphone as the music boomed from the sides.

Shane held his breath, hoping she had chosen a meaningful song. Knowing Tess, she probably didn't. Sometimes he chose songs for her to sing, and they sounded beautiful, but she usually chose the annoying shallow pop shiz. Her voice had changed since Camp Rock. It seemed to be higher and more nasally but if she sang the right songs, it was wonderful.

She opened her mouth, smiled at Shane as if to say, 'This is for you' and began.

"If you want me, a cherry on top,
The pick of the peck, The crème de la crop.
If you want me you better do better than that tonight.
Oh, Oh.

If you want me, it takes more than a wink,
And more than a drink and more than you think.
If you want me you're gonna have to break the bank, tonight.

'Cause some don't have the patience,
Some call me high-maintenance
But you pay the bill, 'cause, that's the deal.

If you wanna ride, just name your price,
And don't play cheap with your heart
Don't make a bet if you can't write the cheque, for me, for me.
'Cause I can be bought, but you'll pay the cost
If you can afford me "

[HAHA. I have Tess' version of the song. Actually it's crap, but I was bored.

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Shane groaned. That's the problem Tess, I can't afford you. Not Anymore... I really can't wait for Camp Rock.

Tess FINALLY finished and smiled, she bowed expectantly, waiting for the applause. But there came none. And all that you could hear was the disapproving clicking noises coming from the mouth of the Original , Katy Perry.