A/N: This ones different. It's the first one that has absolutely nothing to do with another person. It's all about Tess.
Disclaimer: I don't own the character/s mentioned/used from Camp Rock.
Tess
The flash of a camera's bulb and she'd smile and wave. The dim lights in a club and she'd smirk and shake her hips. The spot light on stage and she'd sing and strut her stuff.
She loved being in the light, any light. If she wasn't in the light she was just some nobody in the dark. And she couldn't have that.
And she couldn't share her light either. She couldn't even remember each time she'd shoved someone out of her light and into his or her own special little darkness. She couldn't help it. The light addicted her.