Disclaimer: I don't own Mitchie, Camp Rock or Good Morning America, all I own is the storyline, Pete, Laura and the interviewers.

Desperate Escape

Mitchie was in her dressing room getting ready for another interview and performance, promoting her album and herself, when her assistant Laura opened the door and stepped into the room.

Laura was a short, quirky girl of just 20 years but she did a great job and that was all that mattered to Mitchie. Laura had short blond hair and sparkly blue eyes, a boy definitely would call her hot, but not that Mitchie ever mentioned her assistant's appearance.

"I think you really need to see this before you get out there, maybe you can get things right again." Laura said and without another word handed Mitchie today's newspaper.

Is the fame getting to Mitchie Torres' head? Yesterday's interview with Pop Icon Mitchie Torres seemed to give us another heads up of what is currently going on in the stars life. During a break 'Good Morning America's host Steve exclaimed his adoration for the Popstar and got a rather Diva-like answer from the, until then, as a nice girl known Mitchie Torres. Read the article on the front of the newspaper in Mitchie's hands. It was the day after the interview and the performance and Mitchie was stressed out. Of course a person from the press would catch her sentence, she should have known better then to let her façade slip. This was the behavior she should have saved for behind closed doors where nobody even dared to run to the press and tell them that Mitchie wasn't as nice as the people always thought she was.

Slowly letting her head sink into her arms Mitchie groaned. Could it get any worse? Not just that she couldn't control her feelings in front of a camera anymore, but coincidence caught and a press person got a big, fat headline. Just … great!

"Is everything alright, Mitchie? Can I get you anything?" Laura asked Mitchie in a quiet, almost shy voice. Of course Laura was scared of Mitchie, everybody was, just not the general public.

"Fine, Laura. Just get out and get me my manager!" was the angry response of an annoyed Mitchie. "I said, GET OUT!" Mitchie repeated a little louder when Laura didn't move an inch and with this second warning Laura exited the room quickly before Mitchie could really explode on her. Mitchie had a bad day and she knew it. She needed to talk to her manager. She needed to know if there was any way to get her image straight again. It meant so much to her. Not that she cared what her people, meaning her manager, assistant and stuff, thought of her but she cared what the public thought of her. She always was the nice girl and they didn't need to know that she no longer was.

"Laura said you needed me?" a man, probably the age of 40, entered the room, Mitchie's manager, Pete. He had short, brown hair and brown eyes, wearing his usual black suit and white button-down shirt underneath.

"Yes. Pete is there any way I can get this out of peoples mind?" Mitchie exclaimed, already annoyed by having to use her power to get her image straight again, tossing her manager the newspaper.

"Oh, that. I don't know Mitchie. People do believe this newspaper more than they believe celebrities. What's in here is almost every time the truth and you and me both know it's no difference this time."

"Yeah, we know. But if I said that this all was a lie wouldn't that be enough?" The popstar asked irritated, searching desperately for an answer.

"I believe it won't. You need a miracle. All I can give you as an advice, not as your manager, but as a friend. Don't let it go any further!"

"What do you mean? Don't let it go any further?" the Torres' girl asked with a quizzical look.

Pete let out a heavy sigh before answering the girl's question. "I can see that you're hurting by trying to pretend to be what everyone thinks you are. It's not good for you. Mitchie… I've been your friend and manager for 2 years now and I think it's time you finally got back to be the small town girl you once were. I don't want to see you become a second Britney Spears by the day's hour. I'd never forgive myself if I let that happen. I care for you, but I don't know if I can save you if you become someone you're really not."

"Thank you Pete! I never knew you cared for me so much." A tiny bit of the old Mitchie came back, giving Pete another glimpse of hope.

"But I do, Mitch. I really do. Please, if you can't do it for yourself, do it for me, your fans and most importantly your family! I wanna see the 15-year-old girl in you once more, the one I know that isn't lost. Maybe it's deep down inside of you, but I know it's there."

"Alright. I'll think about it but right now I have to get ready." With that the business-like Mitchie stepped in for the caring and kind Mitchie she was just a minute ago. Mitchie walked over to her dressing bag (A/N: You know these kind of bags where you put your dress in and can transport it without it being crinkled?) and got her outfit out.

"Is there something else you need me for, Pete, or can I get changed now?" the brown haired girl asked.

"No, it's alright. I'll let you get changed. See you later Mitchie." And without another word Pete exited the dressing room and quietly closed the door.

Not a minute after Pete's escape Mitchie let herself sink down into a chair that was positioned right beside her make-up table, deep in thoughts and with distant eyes.

Mitchie thought about the times where she enjoyed being on stage and having interviews, talking about her passion. She wanted to be that girl again. And now she knew that she could do it. Finally she made a decision she should have made a long time ago.

She needed a break, desperately. And she would take one. She wouldn't let anyone know where she was going, not even Pete, heck she didn't even know it herself. All she knew was, she couldn't handle this anymore. She needed an escape. She needed to find herself again.

Thinking this precise sentence she got an idea where to go to and was somehow relieved to finally have an escape.

--Mitchie--CampRock--

Later on Mitchie sat, dressed in dark, skinny jeans and a sparkly black, white top on the interviewers couch.

"So, Mitchie. Are the rumors true?" the woman of the show asked curiously.

"What rumors Heidi?" Mitchie asked the interviewer, called Heidi, obviously showing her sweet side.

"The one's that are going around since yesterday. Is the fame going to your head?" Heidi asked obviously irritated by Mitchie's sickening sweetness.

The interview got on and on and Mitchie managed to avoid every question professionally that she didn't want to answer and definitely wouldn't. After the never ending interview Mitchie just had to perform her song again and then was free to go.

--Mitchie--CampRock--

Finally arriving at home at 11pm she didn't even think of going to bed even though she was tired. She could just sleep for a whole day and never wake up. She was planning on leaving right now. If she stayed any longer she was in danger of slipping again and then her image would be ruined forever. That was something she didn't want, so she just threw random clothes and her toiletries into her duffel bag that she kept under her bed for emergency's with a little bit of money, cellphone and everything she'd need. Quickly changing into a black sweatshirt with hood and sunglasses, even though it was night to prevent being recognized, she turned of the lights in her apartment, locked the door and exited the building without another glance back. She had called a taxi on her way to her apartment and now just needed to step into it and tell the driver the address of her destination.

--Mitchie--CampRock--

A few hours later the taxi came to a stop, Mitchie paid the driver and exited the taxi. She shut the door and walked up to a little blockhouse and knocked on the door.

Taking of her hood and sunglasses, she waited.

A few minutes and knocks later a groan was heard from inside the house and slowly the door opened.

"It really has to be an emergency if you're getting me out of bed at 3 o'clock in the morning." As the man finally looked up a gasp of recognition was heard. "Mitchie?"

"Can I stay here for a while?"

A/N: Uh-Oh ... CLIFFHANGER! Where did Mitchie go?

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