The story is gonna be in the "Normal POV", but I wanted the prologue to be from Mitchie's POV just cause. And Camp Rock never happened.

"I'm not going!" Shane Gray yelled. His bandmates, the other two members of Connect 3 shook their heads.

"C'mon man," Nate said. "You'll like it here. You've been here before, remember?"

"Yeah, like five years ago," Shane shot back. "And this place is still the stupid little dinky town that I remember!"

"What about your cousins?" Jason asked. "You haven't seen them since we went on tour."

"Like I care," Shane said. "They hate me." He leaned back in his eat and looked out the window. Yep, it was exactly how he remembered it. Some stores, same houses, same people.

"Look man, you need to go," Nate said. "Our agent said so. This place is supposed to make you have a better attitude."

"I don't care!" Shane yelled. "I'm not going and that's final!"

"This isn't like you Shane," Jason said.

"Oh, cry me a river!" Shane crossed his arms and stared coldly at his friends.

"Shane, if you don't stop being immature this instant, I'm forcing you out of the car and keeping your clothes and guitar," Nate threatened. Shane grabbed his guitar, which he was extremely protective of, and got out of the car. As soon as he got his bags out of the trunk and got out of the way, the limo took off. Shane coughed and waved away the dust that the tires had kicked up. He was supposed to be staying with his aunt, uncle and cousins, but they were nowhere in sight. He looked around for anyone he recognized, but the only person around was a girl at the end of the street. She was sitting alone on a bench, and she had a guitar out. As he walked closer, he could hear her singing.

"On this night we breathe air
What makes it so different
What makes you not care
Well I wish that we could be the same
And I wish that you could give up this game
Don't want to be one of them
So I will say

If I lived for a million years
I would be right there to catch your tears
Will you get over it this time
Or is this the last time

Will you say goodbye before you leave
Will you say goodnight
Will you say goodnight
just one more time please
Will you call my phone out of regret
And will you love again
With other than me, Other than me
And will you speak of me with other than me
And will you remember me
And will you remember me
Will you remember me"

"That sounds really good," Shane said. The girl yelped and jumped, nearly dropping her guitar.

"You shouldn't sneak up on people like that, boy," she said. Shane looked a little closer, and he thought she looked a little familiar. He shook his head, pushing the thought out of his head.

Does she really not know who I am? he thought.

"Sorry," he said. "My uncle was supposed to pick me up, but no one was around but you," Shane explained. "Do you know where Kyle Gray lives?"

"Yeah, he lives right next to me," the girl said. "Do you want to take the way where all your fans will see you, or do you want to go the back way? It's longer, but it's unlikely you'll get mauled."

'So she does know me. Figures." Shane thought.

"The back way," he said. The girl cleared her throat and stared at the boy.

"Please?"

"Much better," she said, and packed up her guitar.

"Who are you anyway?" he asked.

"I'm Michelle."

"Shane."

"I know. Everyone in this town knows you," she said. "Don't you come from here originally?" Shane looked confused by that. He'd never told anyone that, so she must have lived here while he did. Shane nodded and the girl took off at a fast pace. Shane paused for a moment, then walked after her.

"Isn't there anything new to do around here?" he asked when he caught up. "Stores? Parks? Anything?" Michelle shook her head.

"Nope. I mostly hang out with my friends at the elementary school playground," she said. Shane looked at her funny. Who would want to do something like that? Suddenly, she turned off the sidewalk and headed for the woods.

"Where are you going?" Shane asked. Michelle turned around.

"You said you wanted to go the back way. I'm just respecting your wishes," she said.

"Aren't there weirdos hanging out in there?" he asked.

"Are you serious?" Michelle asked, turning around again. "There are no weirdos, as you put it, hanging out in the woods. Just animals."

"I think I'd rather go the front way. I'll take my chances."

"What, and face a huge mob of screaming girls?" Michelle asked antagonistically "Most of them aren't even from this town. They're just here cause you are."

"I don't believe that for a second," he said. Michelle sighed.

"The population of Loch Arbour is about 280 people," she said. Last time I checked, there were at least 300 screaming girls stampeding through the town. Can you say impossible?"

"Impossible." The girl rolled her eyes.

"Whatever. You can face all your adoring fans if you want to. I'm going to the elementary school. See you around, Popstar. That is, if you live," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. She turned around then disappeared into the trees.

'What a freak,' Shane thought, before heading off onto the main road. The stores got closer and closer together, and he could make out people a way out. As he got closer, he realized it was the mob.

"THERE HE IS!" someone screamed, and Shane cowered as the girls stampeded right for him.