Chapter Two
I parked the car in the car park, and we got out and walked to the reception desk. A man was sat on the desk with a woman by his side. "Hello," he said in an English accent, "Welcome to Camp Rock, you must be Connie,"
"I am it's a pleasure to meet you," my mom said shaking his hand. "This is my daughter Mitchie,"
"Hi," I said.
"Hello," he said. "I'm Brown Cessario owner of Camp Rock,"
"Mitchie dear why don't you sign in and then I'll show you where your cabin is," he said. I signed my name onto the form, the lady smiled at me and then picked up my things and followed my mom out of the room. Our cabin wasn't very far away, it was nice, it had two beds, an area on the deck to sit out on, just nice.
"I'll leave you to get settled in, Connie I'll need you to start at nine am," he said. "Mitchie you should come to the hall at ten, that's when Camp officially starts,"
"Thank you," said my mom. "You don't know how much this means to her,"
"It's my pleasure," said Brown. "I'll leave you for the night, see you in the morning,"
"Goodnight," we both said.
"He seems nice," said my mom.
"Yeah he does," I said.
I got into bed that night feeling much better than before, I was here at Camp Rock, the place I'd dreamed of for years. I couldn't wait for the next day.
As I made my way to the hall I smiled, there were so many people here all here one purpose, music. I walked around admiring everything, and then I bumped into a girl. She looked at me like dirt and scowled. "I'm so sorry," I said. "I didn't see you,"
"Obviously," she said and walked off.
"Don't let her bother you," said a voice. I turned and saw a curly haired girl, "She thinks she rules this place cuz her mom's famous,"
"Really," I said. "I'm Mitchie, by the way,"
"Caitlyn," she said.
"Welcome, Camp Rockers," Brown's voice suddenly said. "I see familiar and new faces, which is great, this year we are really going to rock it. Now then those of you who have read the brochure for this year, will know that it said that we have some special guests, please welcome my nephews, Connect 3," The crowd suddenly went wild.
"Oh my god," I said.
"You like them huh," Caitlyn said.
"I do, there's just something about them," I said.
I looked at the three boys on the stage, they were smiling except for one, Shane Gray. He had a false smile on his face, I could just tell. We all left after that, I had singing with Brown. I walked into the room and was suddenly very nervous, I had never sung in front of anyone, what if I wasn't good. I didn't have time to worry as I was called upon to sing,
"Let's see if she can't screw this up," whispered the blond girl, who I now knew as Tess to a friends who snickered.
"Come on Mitchie," said Brown. "I want to hear you,"
I sighed, and began to sing a song I wrote recently;
Who will I be?
It's up to me
All the never-ending possibilities
That I can see
There's nothing that I can't do
Who will I be?
Yes, I believe
I get to make a future what I want to
If I can become anyone
And know the choice is up to me
Who will I be?
"Was that an original," said Brown.
"Yeah," I said. "It's not amazing,"
"It was amazing," said Caitlyn.
"If you work on your confidence Mitchie you'll be really good," said Brown.
The rest of the lesson, past and as we were walking towards the lunch hall Tess shoved me, and I bumped straight into a hard chest. "Look where you're going," said the voice of Shane Gray.
"I got pushed," I said.
"Whatever," he said as he walked off, it seemed he really was the jerk that had been reported on Hot Tunes. I ate lunch with Caitlyn and then I had a free period, in which I didn't have much to do. I decided to go on a walk with my guitar.
I walked around and then heard music coming from a spot by the lake, Shane and his brothers were playing some kind of melody that was different from what they usually played but it sounded really good. I was going to just stand there and listen at first but then the wind blew dust up my nose and I sneezed loudly alerting them that I was there. "Can't we get some piece," Shane grumbled,
"Sorry," I said.
"Don't worry about it," said Nate. "We can't stop you from walking by,"
"That music sounded kind of different," I said.
"Than our usual cookie cutter popstar stuff," said Shane, "Sorry to disappoint,"
"You didn't I liked it," I said. "It was good for cookie cutter popstar stuff,"
"Wow you really know how to make us feel better," said Jason.
"I thought you guys loved your sound, you're like legends here," I said.
"We only write the stuff our label thinks will sell, we don't write the stuff we really want to," said Shane.
"You don't think that song would sell," I said.
"We don't really know," said Nate.
"Well you won't know until you try," I said. "And I know of one person who would buy that song,"
"Really you would buy that," said Shane.
"I'd have to hear the finished piece but yeah I would," I said. "I should get going,"
"It was nice to meet you…" said Shane,
"Mitchie," I said. "I'm Mitchie,"
"See you around Mitchie," he said. I blushed slightly and then left them to it. I hoped that they would finish that song it sounded really good.