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Opening Jam Realization

And the next day started. The day, that Mitchie somehow didn't want to start, even if she didn't know why. It just was that she had a bad feeling of what would happen tonight at the Opening Jam.

But no matter how much she didn't want to go there, she had to. She was curious of what might happen. She wanted to know who this boy was. She wanted to know why he looked so familiar and she didn't recognize him at the same time.

The pop princess got up as soon as her alarm clock went off. And even though she did have a deep sleep the previous night she was tired. Her mind just didn't want her to get any rest as she was wondering about the coming day.

Mitchie walked over to her duffel bag and fished for something to wear and soon enough she was dressed in a plain red shirt, short jean shorts and her hair was hanging straight over her shoulders with her bangs pushed to one side. She looked in the mirror one last time, slipped on her shoes and exited her shelter. She made her way over to the mess hall, followed by curious looks of these who didn't get the news yesterday that a certain popstar was keeping their company this year of Camp Rock. Mitchie was slowly getting annoyed and by the time she reached the mess hall she was sick of it and one last glance of a curious newcomer was enough to send her over the edge and she just snapped.

"What are you looking at? Never seen a person in your life?" she yelled, looking furious.

Nobody wanted to piss her of any more and the people staring at her before looked somewhere else, walked away or entered the mess hall.

"So that's what you've become, huh?" a voice said behind her and Mitchie slowly turned around to find that the source of the voice was Caitlyn, who was looking at her with a bitter look. "Looks like it's true what the people say. The sweet and caring Michelle Torres was replaced by a bitter and diva-like version that goes by the name of Mitchie Torres only."

Mitchie was sick of Caitlyn. She never even let her explain and how could you manage being stared at without even one friend by your side. Somehow she knew that she didn't say enough 'Sorry's to feel that way, but she wasn't in the mood of saying sorry any longer.

"How would you know, Caitlyn Gellar? You never even let me explain myself. You know nothing about me!" they looked at each other with as much hatred as you could muster and for a few moments none of them said one word until Caitlyn finally broke the silence.

"I know you better than you think. Every moment we spent together didn't mean anything to you apparently, so why should I waste one moment letting you explain?" the curly haired girl looked hurt and Mitchie couldn't blame her, she hurt her deeply all those time ago and again she realized it was getting more important to her by the minute to clean up her act and finally find herself again. She didn't want people getting hurt by her any longer. She was the one to blame.

The brunette let out a soft sigh and continued now in a soft voice. "I know you do. And if you don't want to hear me out it's okay, I totally understand. I hurt you a lot and I finally realized that, but just so you know I'm not here to annoy the hell out of you. I just thought this was the only place I could find myself again. This is the place where it all started and it should be the place for me to run to. I'm not at all happy with what I did and I can't stand myself like this. I really want to change and I really hoped you'd forgive me for what I did, but the longer I look at it the more impossible it seems and I don't judge you for it. It was my fault, not yours. But … I'm sorry, Caitlyn, I really am."

Finishing her little speech Mitchie turned around and entered the mess hall, once again being met by stares, but this time not bothering to say anything about it. Little did she know that she wasn't just watched by fans, but by one certain raven haired boy as well, who just happened to catch her little speech she gave Caitlyn. Maybe he and Caitlyn were wrong before. Maybe the old Mitchie wasn't at all vanished. She was still there.

--Mitchie--CampRock--

As the day went on without any other complication or outburst of the popstar the last people were arriving and others were getting ready for the Opening Jam that was coming later that day.

It was this precise point of time between the outburst of Mitchie and the Opening Jam, that two young men arrived and were greeted by the raven haired boy. He had a somewhat worried look on his face and especially when he looked at the older one of the two newcomers.

"Hey, is something wrong?" the curly haired, 16-year-old boy said, noticing his friends unusual behavior.

"No, everything's just fine. Why shouldn't it be?" the dark haired, mystery boy said and gave them a fake smile.

"If you say so …" The 16-year-old said, not really convinced, but shoving it out of his mind. They had other things to worry about, such as on what to perform on Opening Jam. He'd deal with the worry of his friend later, but little did he know he'd find it out himself soon enough.

--Mitchie--CampRock--

Finally. The Opening Jam was about to start and Mitchie was standing, somewhat invisible to the audience, on the far side of the stage hidden by the trees, having a clear view on what would happen next.

Brown walked on stage and the crowd roared. They seemed excited for camp to start and Mitchie felt herself being brought back to the time she was exactly like them, but quickly focusing back to the present, intent on not missing one little thing.

"Welcome everyone!" The enthusiastic looking Brown said into the microphone he was holding. He sure loved his job! "I'm glad to see, old, well known faces again this year at Camp Rock, as well as I'm glad to welcome the newcomers. I hope you'll enjoy your stay and now let's start with our Opening Jam. And as it is our tradition, let's hear our instructors first. Please welcome Nate, Jason and my nephew Shane, known as Connect 3." The crowd broke into applause as the three young men ran on stage, getting ready to perform.

The oldest looking of them took his place behind a microphone and started to introduce themselves once again, but Mitchie was to caught up and shocked, she didn't catch any of it as she made her way closer to the stage, looking up at the boy she didn't think she'd see ever again, after what she did. And suddenly it hit her. The raven haired boy. She finally knew why he looked so familiar. The boy was Shane, member of Connect 3 and Jason's best friend – her brothers best friend.

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