Hey guys, I'm back. Sorry for the long wait. I've been rather swamped with my activities lately and have just now found the time. Sorry again for taking so long. As usual, I don't own Camp Rock or the characters. French Translation is at the bottom per usual. Enjoy!
Mitchie POV
Today is Final Jam, I am so excited! Caitlyn and I have been practicing my second song, which is called This Is Me, and I am so ready to sing it for the crowd. I have also been practicing my competition song. I think it becomes more emotional everytime I sing it, although it took me forever to find just the right melody I wanted for it. I really hope everyone likes it. I really don't care if I win, I know if I don't I will get a really bad beating, but I don't care. I believe Shane when he tells me he will find a way to get me away from Richard and Elizabeth, and he will find my brother. I don't actually care if I never leave Richard and Elizabeth, if I stay their slave forever, as long as I get to see my brother again I could care less what happens to me. I just want to see him again. I am broken from my thoughts when a pair of arms wrap around me.
"Nate, tu sais que Shane et Caitlyn te tueraient s'ils te voyaient en ce moment?" I joke, knowing that it was Shane behind me. Oh yeah, did I forget to mention that I am Shane's girlfriend now? I am, he asked me yesterday on our canoe ride.
"If it was Nate instead of me, I wouldn't kill him, I know he is your best friend next to me of course." Shane laughed, but also being serious at the same time.
"Devenir arrogant à nouveau Popstar? Peut-être que j'ai besoin de retrouver garçon de cercle?"
"I don't think so. I am still here. Are you ready for Final Jam? We have to report in five minutes."
"Je suis plus prêt que je ne l'ai jamais été. Je pense que vous serez surpris. Je suis juste un peu effrayé par les réactions de Richard et Elizabeth à mes chansons parce qu'ils détestent quand je chante des chansons comme celles-ci."
"Don't worry, I won't let them hurt you, at least as long as you're here, and I will have your address, so I can visit you whenever I can." He pulled me into his embrace and I buried my head in his chest. We stayed like that until Nate came running up to us.
"There you guys are! You have thirty seconds before Final Jam starts, come on!"
We got up and raced across the camp. Shane and Nate dropped me off backstage, each giving me a kiss on the cheek for good luck before sitting at the judges table. I was last so I stood backstage and waited. I saw Richard and Elizabeth in the crowd and shuddered at the thought of what would happen if I didn't win. I turned back to the show and watched my friends go before me. I was really proud of Peggy and Ella for ditching Tess and doing their own thing, well Peggy did her own thing Ella sang with Barron, Sander, and Lola. I was really shocked with Peggy's performance, she really deserves to win, not me.
Finally, after what felt like forever, it was my turn. Brown called me up onto the stage and I came on stage with my guitar and sat on the stool in front of the mic that was set up for me.
"Cette chanson s'appelle onze ans et est dédiée à mon frère. J'espère que ça te plaît." I took a deep breath and started my song.
"Ooh, ooh, ooh.
You held me in your arms,
Kissed my head,
Tucked me in.
You were my best friend
I was four years old,
When I last saw your face,
I was ripped from your arms that fateful day.
That was eleven years ago.
It's been eleven years
Since I saw your face,
Eleven years
Since I was wrapped in your arms
Eleven years ago
I was ripped from your arms
The day seemed fine
It was my birthday
But that all changed with my parents gift
They gave me a new family
Sold me away
Yes they sold me
I was four years old,
When I last saw your face,
I was ripped from your arms that fateful day.
That was eleven years ago.
It's been eleven years
Since I saw your face,
Eleven years
Since I was wrapped in your arms
Eleven years ago
I was ripped from your arms
I've never stopped
crying for you
I miss you every day
Yes I miss you everyday
Cause I was four years old,
When I last saw your face,
I was ripped from your arms that fateful day.
That was eleven years ago.
It's been eleven years
Since I saw your face,
Eleven years
Since I was wrapped in your arms
Eleven years ago
I was ripped from your arms
Oh, It's been eleven years
Since I saw your face,
Eleven years
Since I was wrapped in your arms
Eleven years ago
I was ripped from your arms
What I would give
To see your face
If only one more time
What I would give
To see your face
If only one more time
It's been eleven years
Since I saw your face,
Eleven years
Since I was wrapped in your arms
Eleven years ago
I was ripped from your arms
Will I ever see you again
Will I ever see you again"
When I was finished singing I was close to tears, and the crowd was silent. For a moment I thought they had hated it, then one person stood up and started clapping then another and another. Soon the whole audience was giving me a standing ovation. Brown came back up on stage and tried to settle the crowd. Once he had gotten them settled enough that they could hear him, he spoke.
"I know, I know such talent. Well it is time for our judges to pick one to be the winner." Shane, Nate and Jason went to the very back of the crowd to judge. Jason looked really shaken. I wonder why. Well it is time for song two.
"We have a special treat tonight! Mitchie will be performing another song, assisted by Caitlyn Gellar, while our judge's judge. Here she is again Mitchie Torres!"
Shane POV
I was stunned by Mitchie's performance, it was amazing! Uncle Brown told us it was time to judge, so Nate, Jason, and I went behind the audience to judge.
"My vote is Mitchie and that is final." Jason informed us. I could tell Mitchie's performance had hit him hard. I could hear Uncle Brown behind us saying that Mitchie was going to be singing another song. I really hoped I would get to hear it.
"Either her or Margaret Dupree, she was good too." Nate inputted.
"I agree." I said.
"Alright all in favor of Margaret raise your hand." Nate said. None of us raised our hand. "Alright, Mitchie it is."
"Who are you looking at boys?" Uncle Brown asked, coming up behind us.
"We chose Mitchie. It was a unanimous vote. We did have to decide between her and Margaret though. Well, Nate and I did, as soon as we got over here Jason proclaimed his vote was for Mitchie and he wasn't backing down. Her performance really had an impact on Jason, I've never seen him like this before." I told Uncle Brown.
Meanwhile, the music had just started and Mitchie had just stepped on stage.I turned to watch her.
"I've always been the kind of girl
That hid my face
So afraid to tell the world
What I've got to say
But I had this dream
Right inside of me
I'm going to let it show
It's time
To let you know
To let you know
This is the real, this is me
I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be now
Gonna let the light
Shine on me
Now I found
Who I am
There's no way to hold it in
No more hiding who I want to be
This is me"
"That's the song! Wait, Mitchie's the mystery girl? This day just keeps getting better." I grabbed the mic from Uncle Brown, mesmerized by Mitchie's singing.
"Do you know what it's like to feel so in the dark
To dream about a life where you're the shining star
Even though it seems
Like it's too far away
I have to believe in myself
It's the only way
This is the real, this is me
I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be now
Gonna let the light
Shine on me
Now I found
Who I am
There's no way to hold it in
No more hiding who I want to be
This is me"
"You're the voice I hear inside my head
The reason that I'm singing
I need to find you
I gotta find you
You're the missing piece I need
The song inside of me
I need to find you
I gotta find you
This is the real, this is me
I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be now
Gonna let the light
Shine on me
Now I found who I am
There's no way to hold it in
No more hiding who I want to be
This is me
You're the missing piece I need
The song inside of me
This is me
You're the voice I hear inside my head
The reason that I'm singing
Now I found who I am
There's no way to hold it in
No more hiding who I want to be
This is me"
We finished singing and linked hands. "Mitchie Torres you are full of surprises." She just smiled at me.
Jason POV
That Mitchie girl has really got my emotions in a spin. The song she sang exactly matched what happened to my sister, the time frame was right too. There were too many resemblances. She also speaks in french, which is my favorite language, and she has my sister's name. I watched and listened as Shane and Mitchie sang together. It was like Mitchie and Shane were meant to sing together, their voices matched and blended perfectly. I am glad Shane found his girl but I still need to find mine.
"Amazing! Such great talent. If I could have all of our performers come out on stage, I have the results." All the contestants came out on stage and stood in a line. Shane just stood off to the side with Nate and I. We had moved from the back after Mitchie and Shane sang. "In second place, Miss Margaret Dupree!" Margaret stepped out, took a bow and stepped back. "And, our Final Jam winner is… Mitchie Torres! Mitchie you have won the privilege to record a song with my nephew! If I could have Mr. and Mrs. Torres come up for pictures with Mitchie please." A man and a woman walked up onstage looking so proud. I recognized them from somewhere, but I couldn't place where or when. A glance at Shane and Nate had me even more confused, they were glaring at Mr. and Mrs. Torres...strange. Everything has been really strange tonight.
Suddenly a gleam from a camera flash caught my eye. I looked back over at Mitchie. The gleam was coming from around her neck. I tried to get a better look at what it was and when I did I gasped. It was a locket, very similar to the one I gave my sister, Mitchie, on her birthday. Then I realized how I knew the Torres', they were the ones that had taken my sister.
Shane and Nate looked at me when I gasped. "You okay dude? You just went pale as a ghost." Shane asked me with a worried expression on his face. I started to walk towards Mitchie.
"Where are you going Jase?" Nate questioned as I moved towards Mitchie and the Torres'. I had to find out if she was wearing the same locket I gave Mitchie eleven years ago. Just recognizing the Torres' was not enough. It was up to the locket now. I reached Mitchie, who by now was looking at me confused, but my eyes were fixed on the locket. Now that I was up close I could see more of the details on the locket. I reached out to take hold of the locket, and surprisingly, Mitchie didn't move. I picked up the locket and examined it, I turned it over and saw the M, J, music symbols, and birds on it. It was an exact match to the one I gave Mitchie eleven years ago. I looked up into her eyes and gasped, they were the same deep mesmerizing chocolate brown eyes as my sister.
"Munchkin? Mitch? Is that really you?" I asked her.
She gasped. "Jay?" I knew it had to be her now, only my sister had ever called me that because she had a hard time pronouncing s' so she shortened my name.
I pulled the key from under my shirt. "May I?" She nodded. I put the key in the locket. This was the moment of truth. If she really was my sister, this would prove it, though there was no doubt in my mind that she wasn't. This was just extra. I took a deep breath and turned the key.
Nate, tu sais que Shane et Caitlyn te tueraient s'ils te voyaient en ce moment? - Nate, you know Shane and Caitlyn would kill you if they saw you right now?
Devenir arrogant à nouveau Popstar? Peut-être que j'ai besoin de retrouver garçon de cercle?" - Becoming arrogant again Popstar? Maybe I need to find drummer boy?
Je suis plus prêt que je ne l'ai jamais été. Je pense que vous serez surpris. Je suis juste un peu effrayé par les réactions de Richard et Elizabeth à mes chansons parce qu'ils détestent quand je chante des chansons comme celles-ci. - I'm more ready than I've ever been. I think you'll be surprised. I'm just a little scared of Richard and Elizabeth's reactions to my songs because they hate it when I sing songs like these.
Cette chanson s'appelle onze ans et est dédiée à mon frère. J'espère que ça te plaît. - This song is called eleven years old and is dedicated to my brother. I hope you like it.