Disclaimer: I don't own Camp Rock or any of its characters. Especially its characters. Because that would be slavery. Which is frowned upon in most societies. Along with Cannibalism.

Okay, I know for a fact that you're all going to hate me for this, but I've lost interest in Camp Rock. A few years ago, back when I first started writing for it, I absolutely loved the movie and thought it was the coolest thing sinced sliced bread. But the thing is, I've grown up a lot since I first started writing this story almost two and a half years ago.

I promise that I will try and finish this story. I will not put it on hiatus again, but the updates will be few and far between. I also have to cut this short a bit if I want to finish this. I already have the ending planned out, so don't worry about that. The plot will stay the same. Just please, try to be patient with me and I promise I will do my best to finish this story.

The weeks passed, some slower than others. Even though I had promised myself I wouldn't, I realized, too late, that I had fallen for Shane's charm all over again. The way he looked at me, touched me, even the way he said my name... How couldn't a girl fall for that? Besides, we had grown up together, and he knew me like the back of his own hand.

"So what's your daughter got planned for Final Jam?" Shane asked the day before Final Jam was supposed to take place. My head was in his lap and I fiddled with a small wildflower as he played with my hair.

"I can't tell you," I teased him. To be honest, I didn't care that we were acting like teenagers again. I liked it when he flirted with me and gave me a chance to flirt back. I'd never admit it to anyone, but I sometimes imagined myself marrying him.

"Sure you can," he said lightly. I shook my head and sat up.

"She made me promise not to tell." Shane smiled and grabbed my hands. He began to lean in close, and suddenly our lips were barely inches apart.

I inhaled sharply and drew my head back. What was I doing acting like a smitten schoolgirl? I picked up my things and stood quickly, glancing back down at Shane.

"I'm sorry," I apologized quickly. "I just... I can't." I rubbed my left ring finger as I fled back to my cabin, tears urning my eyes. I hated that it seemed like I was leading him on. I hated the fact that I still felt like Joe was lingering near me, watching my every move. It felt like I was betraying him whenever I spent time with Shane. I pressed my body against the door of my cabin and slowly slid down to the floor, exhaling loudly as I went.

"You okay?" My eyes raised and landed on Barron who was watching me with concern as I sat there on the floor.

"No," I answered honestly, "but I will be in a minute."

"Mo-om!" Mitchie whined.

"Wha-at?" I whined back, mimicking her tone. Mitchie frowned as I ran the brush through her hair once more.

"Just stop!" she cried, standing up. "It's useless. My hair looks totally weird, and nothing will help!" She brushed past me, and I couldn't help but smile. I remembered the days when I thought how my hair looked was the most important thing in the world. I crossed the room and sat on Mitchie's bed, where she was lying face down on the matress. She flipped over and looked up at me tearfully.

"What's this really about?" I asked gently.

"I'm gonna suck! I'm gonna get up on the stage and I'm gonna choke and then I'll be the laughing stock of the entire camp," she moaned. "I don't wanna do this anymore. I want to drop out of Final Jam. I can still do that, right?"

"Well, I'm sure you could, but is that what you really want?" She nodded. "Well, see, I don't think so. I think that deep down, you want to sing you heart out on that stage and bring the house down with your talent."

"Yeah, well, you're wrong." Mitchied flipped back over onto her stomach and ignored me when I began rubbing small circles on her back."

"I remember the first time I performed," I said. "I was so nervous that I almost threw up all over my best friend. I felt exactly the way you feel right now; I didn't want to go, I wanted to drop out."

"Shut up."

"But once I got up there on the stage," I continued, "I felt amazing. I felt like I could do anythhing. And you know what? I didn't make a single mistake."

Mitchie turned her head so she could look at me. "Really?" I nodded.

"I met your father that night, actually. He came up to me after I was done and we started talking. Eventually we traded numbers and went our separate ways. I didn't think he would actually call, but he did. He called me the next day, asking if I want to catch a movie."

"That's great, Mom," Mitchie said dryly, "but I'm not you. I'm not as brave as you are."

"Yes, I know you're not me," I said softly. "But you are my daughter. I figure I passed down at least a little bravery to you." I smiled. "And if you're nervous, just look for me in the back of the room. Sing to me instead of the rest of the audience. You do it all the time at home."

"Alright," she agreed. "But only for you."

"And remember that no matter what happens, Katie, your father and I will always be here for you."

.:X:.

I held my breath nervously as Brown took the stage to announce Mitchie's act. Crossing my fingers, I strained my ears to hear Brwon talk over the rush of blood in my ears.

"Our next camper is one of our first years, but this girl has amazing talent," he said. "Tongiht, she's going to sing one of her original songs for us, about her dad. Please give it up for Mitchie Zingale!" Everyone in the auditorium cheered and clapped politely, and I caught a glimpse of Katie standing up in the front near Shane. Mitchie took small, tentative steps on the stage as the music started up.

"The things my father said would make me a better woman
Hard work and the love of friends, a man that understands

I hope my father knows the seeds we've sown still grow
At night I go to sleep and pray he's watching over me

Somewhere there's a star that's shining
So bright that I can see you smile
And all that I need is one last chance
Just to hear you say goodbye"

I could see that she was becoming more confident in herself. A sad smile appeared on her face, and I had to close my eyes for a moment as I listened to my daughter sing.

"Sometimes I remember, when you taught me to tie my shoes
One thing I will never forget, is the day that I lost you
I hope you always know the car that we built will always roll

Somewhere there's a star that's shining
So bright that I can see you smile
And all that I need is one last chance
Just to hear you say goodbye"

She leaned down and took Katie's hand, quickly hoisting her onstage with her. I beamed as tears filled my eyes, watching as Mitchie held tight to Katie's hand as she sang. Katie looked absolutely elated as her sister towed her around the stage.

"And if you have a dream you better hang on for dear life
And when that cold wind blows, just let it pass you by

The things my father said

Somewhere there's a star that's shining
So bright that I can see you smile
And all that I need is one last chance
Just to hear you say goodbye"

There was a moment of stunned silence, and then the entire place erupted in cheers. I clapped until my hands hurt and cheered until it felt like my voice was about to give out as the lights dimmed and Mitchie and Katie made their way offstage.

Alright, starting with the next chapter, I already pre-wrote them out, including the author's notes in them. I figure I'll have the rest of them up today, and then maybe the epilogue tomorrow.

Also, I changed like two words in Mitchie's song just to make it fit better for a girl to be singing it. Sue me.