Shine On Me Chapter 2, a camp rock fanfic

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN CAMP ROCK OR ITS ORIGINAL CHARACTERS, NOR DO I OWN ANY SONGS OR QUOTES THAT MAY APPEAR IN THIS FIC!

Chapter 2:

Shane's P.O.V.:

"I don't want to waste my summer at some camp! I'm Shane Gray for crying out loud!" I yelled for the umpteenth time since these two idiots told me I was coming here, instead of going on the tour I was so looking forward to.

Flashback:

It's eight o'clock in the morning. I have no clue why I'm awake, but I do know this better be good or Luke will be out of a job. I thought to myself as we walked through the lobby at the label and rode the elevator straight to Luke's floor.

Luke had the door to the conference room open before we even got the chance to knock.

"Hey boys, come on in and have a seat, we have some things to discuss." He said as a greeting turning to walk back to his seat. With him out of the way, we were able to see the execs and basically every other important person we work with sitting at the table.

"What's going on?" asked Nate, confused as to what everyone was doing there.

"Ooh! Are we having a party?" asked Jason in the usual dim witted way only he could possibly portray. "You guys you shouldn't have! Where's the cake?" He yelled looking around for the cake that obviously wasn't here.

"Jase stop! There isn't any cake and this isn't a party!" I yelled turning back to Luke. "What the hell am I doing awake at 8 o clock in the morning?"

"Well if you're done with your tantrum we can tell you and this concerns more than just you Shane that's why all three of you are here," said Josh, the owner of the label. When did he get there?"Have a seat."

"We are here because we need to discuss your behavior, Shane. This cannot continue; you're costing the label too much. The press has been hounding the office ever since your little protest at the last video shoot that, mind you, cost us a lot of money. The image you're portraying for yourself reflects on this label, the brand, the band, and you in a negative way and we can't afford it anymore," said one of the execs whose name I really didn't care to know.

"So, here's our solution," Luke cut in. "All plans for tours have been put on hold from this day forward, until you can pull your act together. Before you protest, it's already been decided. Either you can pull yourself together or you can start looking for another label. We love having you boys as a part of the family here at Lava Records, but we can't have one bad seed ruin the crop for other artists or potential artists here."

"So what does that mean for us? Are we done?" asked Nate with the ever present serious look on his face.

"It doesn't necessarily mean you're done. We're trying to keep things from getting that far. We just have to find a way to get Shane back here on earth with the rest of us," said Luke.

"What about camp?" asked Nate.

"Camp?"

"Yeah. Camp Rock is where we really got our shot at a career in music. It's perfect-"

"No it's not!" I protested.

"It'll give Shane the chance to hangout, see Uncle Brown, and reconnect with who he was." continued Nate, ignoring me.

"I don't want to go to some stupid camp! Do you know who I am? I'm Shane Gray, I don't belong in some old dirty cabin in the middle of nowhere! I'm not going and you can't make me!"

"Oh, you're going; you don't have a choice. Either you go to Camp Rock for the summer or you lose a contract that was very well earned by not only you, but your brothers as I very much doubt they would choose to leave you behind to continue in their careers with another member."

"Shane, come on. You know he's right and that's not fair that you'd let your ego get in the way of a career that we all built."

"Whatever. I'm not going to any damn camp!"

So I thought.

End flashback

Two weeks later:

"Hey man we used to love this place. Three years ago we were campers."

"I don't give a damn about where I was three years ago! I got to where I am now so I wouldn't be stuck there!" I yelled.

"But this is where Connect Three connected." Said Jason with that dim-witted look he always has when he says something dumb. Nate and I both gave him the shut up look.

"And you get to see Uncle Brown," Nate said completely ignoring my outburst.

"Not a selling point."

"Look man. Right now, you're the bad boy of the press, and the label has a problem with that, which means we have a problem with that" said Nate becoming upset with me.

"Actually, I don't really have a problem with that... We have a problem with that," Jason amended his comment very quickly seeing the look Nate was giving him.

"This camp thing is supposed to fix it. It's good P.R. So, do your time, enjoy the fresh air, get a tan."

"Oh, and can you make me a bird house?"

Nate sighed as I glared at Jason.

"One word; payback"

"That's two words!" Jason said throwing up three fingers.

I just looked at him before I grabbed my guitar and got out of the car.

"By the way, we already told the press you'd be recording a duet with the winner of Final Jam" Nate yelled out the window.

"WHAT?" I yelled sticking my head back into the window wanting to choke him and whoever agreed to this plan.

Before I got the chance to, the limo pulled off, leaving me in this god forsaken hell-hole.

Let the suffering begin. I thought as I walked up the same steps to Uncle Brown's cabin where he greeted me at the door.

"Shane! What's the haps, man?"

"Hey, what's up Uncle Brown?" I said pushing past him and entering the cabin.

Mitchie's P.O.V:

Dining Hall

As I walked into the huge Dining Hall past a bunch of people, I spotted Caitlyn talking with my friends and some other kids.

"Hey, guys."

"Hey Mitchie," said Caitlyn. "This is Lola, Lola Mitchie." She introduced me to a black girl with short brown, curly hair. She was wearing a purple hoodie with a purple under shirt and dark cargo shorts.

"So is this your first year?" asked Lola.

"Yeah, any advice?" I asked.

"You're gonna love it and this year, I hear the food is supposed to be better."

"I hope so; my mom's the new cook."

"Oh, really?" asked Lola.

"Yeah," answered Michael. "Mrs. Torres makes the best food ever. She could put dirt on a plate and it'd still be amazing."

"Wow! Now I can't wait for dinner," said Lola laughing.

"So, who are you bunking with?" asked Caitlyn.

"I'm staying with my mom in one of the counselor cabins."

"You could bunk with me if you want, i'm bunking with Sierra," offered Caitlyn.

"Yeah that'd be cool. I'll just ask my mom after this, grab my stuff, and come down."

All of the conversation going on was silenced when Dee came onto the mike to speak.

"Hey Camp Rockers! Next up, let's have a big Camp Rock welcome for... Lola Scott!" Dee announced sending the campers into cheers.

"Wish me luck," Lola said, going to the middle of the room.

Lola's performance was absolutely amazing. She used the entire room as her stage as she and other danced and sang. Everyone loved it.

"Wow she's amazing!" I said.

"Yeah, she looks good too," said Michael.

"Don't be a pervert," said Sierra, smacking on the back of his head.

"Ow! What'd I do? I can't appreciate beauty?"

"No," she said, throwing him a glare making everyone laugh.

"Great," said Caitlyn looking over her shoulder. "Something wicked this way comes." She was referring to the girl from the limo and two other girls.

"We see what you mean. She's so rude," I said.

"Hey, Caitlyn your folks still wowing them on the cruise ships?" Asked Tess.

"Actually they work in-"

"Hi, I'm Mitchie." I introduced myself.

"That's important because?" asked Tess looking at me confused.

"It's important because we're people, you don't know us, and it's polite to introduce yourself," answered Jared, stepping forward.

"Right... Well I'm sure you know who I am, of course. My mother is Tess Tyler."

"We know that. I'm still trying to figure out what that has to do with you, outside of your blood line." said Sierra.

"It has everything to do with everything. What do your parents do?" asked Tess, looking down her nose at us.

"None of your business." said Michael, glaring right back.

"My dad owns a hardware store." I said raising my hand trying to defuse the situation before it became one.

Tess and her friends just walked away with a scoff.

"Aren't they lovely?" asked Caitlyn.

Once again, all conversation stopped as Dee stepped up to the mike once more to introduce the next performer.

"And now we have a group of new Camp Rockers. Give it up for Mitchie Torres, Jared Henry, Sierra Storm and Michael Gable in their band The Scene!" Said Dee as we made our way to a stage set to the side of the room. Michael headed for the drums while Sierra got Bass and Jared, lead guitar.

Whoa, yeah, yeah, yeah!
How to choose
Who to be
Well let's see
There's so many choices now
Play guitar, be a movie star
In my head, a voice says

Why not?
Try everything
Why stop?
Reach for any dream
I can rock
'cause it's my life and now's the time

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 the future what I want to
If I can become anyone and know the choice is
Up to me!
Who will I be? (Yeah! Yeah!)

If I decide
I'm the girl
To change the world
I can do it anytime
Opportunity
Right in front of me
And the choice if all mine

Why not?
Try everything
Why stop?
Reach for any dream
I can rock
Because it's my life and now's the time

Who will I be?

I wanna find the, who I am inside
Who will I be
I wanna show the, the way that
I can shine, yeah! (Who will I be?)
Oh yeah, yeah!

The crowd cheered the loudest I'd heard all night as I held out the final note and we all exited the stage.

"OMG! You guys did awesome! Where did that come from?" asked Caitlyn.

"That was so fun! It's always been there, I guess. I don't really know, that's the first time we've ever done something like that," I said.

"No way, that's crazy! You guys did so great!" she exclaimed.

"Thanks," we all said with smiles on our faces.

There were a few more performances before dinner was served and everyone headed back to their cabins.

In the Cabin:

Mom was already there and getting settled when I got back to the cabin.

"Hey mom."

"Hey, sweetheart. How was Opening Night Jam? Did you find your friends? Did you sing?"

"Yes and it was so much fun. That's the first time we ever performed in front of people. It was amazing." I said, reliving the feeling of complete joy from earlier.

"That's great sweety. It's good to see you're getting out there with your music."

"I also met the girl Sierra's bunking with. They want to know if I want to bunk with them. I know I have to help out in the kitchen and I swear I'll be there-"

"Sweety, it's fine, I don't see why not."

"Thank you!" I called as I left the cabin with my things.

I made it to Caitlyn and Sierra's cabin a few minutes later and they were waiting for me.

"Hey guys, which bed is mine?" I asked as I walked in.

"Whichever. We haven't picked yet and we don't really care." said Caitlyn.

"Okay." I sat my bag and guitar case on the bed and began to unpack my stuff. I put my pictures out on the night stand next to my bed.

"Aw, who's this?" asked Caitlyn picking up one of my pictures. It was a picture of me and Sarah at her birthday party this past May.

Oh no! I thought, quickly snatching the picture away.

"Um, that's my daughter," I said in a quiet voice.

"What?"

"She's my daughter, Sarah." I said more loudly.

"Oh, wow. How old is she?"

"She just turned three." I said looking down trying to avoid the look I knew was coming.

"Aw, congratulations," She said sitting down on her bed.

"What?" I asked taken aback.

"Congratulations. She's adorable."

"Um... thanks. Look, can you keep that to yourself? A lot of people don't react like that when I tell them that." I pleaded.

"Yeah no problem; it's not my business to tell and it's not their business to judge. It's cool." She said, offering a smile which I was grateful to see.

"Well," said sierra. "It's almost lights out. We should get ready for bed."

We all got into our pajamas and went to bed with thoughts of what tomorrow was going to be like.

The next day

In Browns Performing arts class

Everyone had made it to class on time and was wide awake and buzzing with excitement to get the first day started. We were all clowning and dancing around when Brown came in.

"Whoa! If the class is a-rockin' I'm glad I came knocking." He said as he laughed and everyone found their seats. "So, let's hear what I'm working with this year. Who wants to go first?"

Tess and a few others immediately began waving their hands in the air. Brown took a finger and began to point around the room.

"Eeny- meeny- miny- you." He said pointing to me.

"Uh, sure" I said getting up to stand next him.

"I'll do it!" shouted Tess, leaning over to block Brown's view of me.

"No, the finger picked her. Come on up, love. Show us what you got."

The class all clapped and cheered as did Brown.

"Wow. That was amazing. Is that an original?"

"Yeah," I said.

"Fantastic. We're off to a great start. We already have some real talent to work with this year. Who's next?"

And for the rest of the hour campers of all years took turns showing their talent.

The next hour was supposed to be a hip-hop dance class where Shane Gray was the teacher, but he never showed so we all sat around talking and making up dances of our own until lunch.

"Hey, Mitchie!" someone from behind me called.

I turned to see Tess and her friends coming up to me and my friends.

"Um... hi... Not be rude but, can we help you? I'm late for something." I said.

"How long have you been singing like that? If I had known I would have stayed to see you perform last night." She said with a smile so sweetly fake I got a cavity just looking at her.

"Oh... um, thanks, I guess. We all performed together, actually. Last night was the first time."

"No way!" She gasped. "I bet you did awesome! So... are you doing Final Jam?"

"I'm thinking about it, yeah. I'm not sure if I wan to do it alone or with my friends."

"Look, I was thinking and you should really join my group. I mean, it's really hard for a first year to enter Final Jam, let alone try and win," she said with a scoff as if to say the thought were completely absurd. "Not saying that you're not good or anything but, you'd be way better off joining my group," she quickly amended.

"Thanks, but no thanks. Like you said, she's really good; she can handle Final Jam on her own," said Sierra.

"Whatever," Tess scoffed walking away.

"You better watch out. I know that look. You're on her list now. She'll be gunning to take you down whenever, however she can," warned Caitlyn.

"She can try whatever she wants; it's not going to happen." said Michael, with Jared nodding in agreement as they made it into the dining hall with the others, while I ran for the staff entrance to the kitchen.

"See you guys in a few!" I shouted over to the others.

There are 2,310 words in this chapter excluding the author's notes and little "markers" (the bolded text). I hope you liked it. I think I rambled a bit, but it's going better than I thought it would so far, so keep your fingers crossed. The song used in this chapter is "Who will I be" from Camp Rock, sung by Mitvhie Torres, played by Demi Lovato. Remember to review! Constructive criticism is very welcomed and needed!