Disclaimer: Nope. I do not own Camp Rock. Though, I wouldn’t mind owning Joe Jonas…

When Mitchie heard her mom say, “You’re going to Camp Rock!” Mitchie felt as if she was the luckiest girl in the world.

When Mitchie heard her mom say, “You’ll have to help out in the kitchen though,” Mitchie still felt like the luckiest girl in the world.

Now that she was actually at Camp Rock, seeing how loaded all the kids were, one girl even with a limo, Mitchie felt out of place.

Well, here goes nothing…and everything.

Mitchie stepped out of the catering van, nervous, but excited. Following her mom to meet the director of the camp, Mitchie noted how talented the campers were, as well as how confident they looked. She smiled nervously as she listened to the reunited friends.

“I can’t believe it! You’re back!”

“Oh my gosh! We’re going to have so much fun!”

“This is going to be the best summer ever!”

“I can’t wait for final jam, dude, it’s going to rock!”

Mitchie could feel butterflies in her stomach, but more than feeling nervous, she was excited.

After they had gotten settled in their cabin, Mitchie and her mom went to go settle things in the kitchen.

A while later, Mitchie went to explore. She had met Caitlyn, who turned out to be quite a laidback, cool person. Mitchie definitely wouldn’t mind getting to know her better. But then she met Tess, Peggy, and Ella. Peggy and Ella were your typical “mean girl” backup crew, but Mitchie could tell that underneath it all, they disliked Tess as much as everyone else. But that didn’t stop Mitchie from wanting to be friends with Tess.

“My mom’s the president of hot tunes TV in China,” she had said.

Mitchie smacked her hand to her forehead. “How could I have been so stupid? They’re going to figure out I was lying.”

Connie’s voice startled Mitchie from her outspoken thoughts. “Lying about what?”

“Um, nothing mom. Just…never mind.”

Connie lifted her eyebrow as if to say, “I’ll figure it out sooner or later.”

“Well, if there’s nothing left to do here, I’m just going to go look for a piano mom.”

“Well, wait Mitchie. There’s a piano just a few cabins down. Would you mind bringing this down for me? I forgot to bring it down with me earlier.”

Glad to escape, Mitchie took the dishware from her mom, “Sure. I’ll be back later, okay?”

“Take your time honey; I won’t need you back here for until dinner.”

“Okay mom.”

Walking down towards the cabin, Mitchie began to hum Who Will I Be, to herself, lost in her own little world.

Setting down dishes on the table, Mitchie took out her song book, settling herself down at the piano.

At the same time, pop star, Shane Gray was desperately trying to escape his personal fan club. Tripping over his feet, he landed in a bush, but at least his fan club kept going. Sighing in relief, Shane crept closer to the cabin he was near, hoping to hide out just until the fan girls left for sure.

But then he heard a voice. A voice that was singing a song that shook him to the core.

“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…”

Shane looked around, curious about the voice. Then turning to the building he was hiding behind, he realized that it was coming from there. When he was sure the fan girls weren’t near, he crept up to the door, silently letting himself in, watching in awe as the girl-whose-name-he-did-not-know continued her song.

“…This is real. This is me. I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be. Now, I’m going to let the light shine on me. Now I’ve found who I am, there’s no way to hold it in. No more hiding who I want to be. This is me.”

“That was amazing.”

Mitchie jumped, blushing as she realized she wasn’t alone. She stood up, only to be surprised at the presence of none other than Shane Gray, international phenomena.

“Uh, well, um, thanks.”

“What’s your name?”

“Michelle. I mean, Mitchie. I mean my name is Michelle, but ever since I was little, I’ve gone by Mitchie, But you can call me whatever, I mean-”

“Stop,” Shane was laughing with amusement.

“I’m rambling aren’t I?”

“Kind of. I’m Shane.”

“I know who you are.” Mitchie blushed, she was beginning to sound like a fan girl, which she was, but she wasn’t going to let him know that.

“Well that’s not fair. You know who I am, but I don’t know you.”

“Well, uh.”

“Relax. I’m just kidding,” Shane nodded towards the piano, “You write that song?”

To keep herself from saying something stupid, Mitchie just nodded. Yes. Sure. Whatever you say.

“It was amazing. Do you write all of your own songs?”

“Well, uh, sometimes, I mean, I’m not that good.” Mitchie fumbled with her fingers, embarrassed.

“From what I heard, I’d say you’re more than good.”

Blushing Mitchie mumbled, “Thanks.”

Shane crossed the room, so that he was in front of her. “Why are you so nervous?”

“I’m n-not. I mean, I’m not nervous. Why should I be?”

“Well I don’t know,” Shane sat down at the piano. “Would you mind playing something for me?”

“I’m not that good. I-I don’t know. Err. Are you sure? Um.” Mitchie searched for an excuse not to play.

Shane wasn’t listening to her. He was carefully flipping through her song book, completely enthralled with the lyrics that came straight from her heart.

When Mitchie saw what he was looking at she gasped, and stuck her hand out, snatching it back. “You don’t want to look at these, they’re not very-”

“I don’t know why you keep saying you’re not that good. You’re an amazing singer and songwriter. Now, would you mind playing, Who Will I Be?” Shane patted the space next to him.

Nervously, Mitchie sat down, but the second her fingers hit those piano keys, it was as if everything else disappeared.

How to choose?
Who to be?
Well, let's see
There are 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?

Mitchie looked over to Shane as she sang the next verse.

Yeah yeah..

If I decide,
I'm the girl to change the world
I can do it any time.
Opportunity right in front of me
And the choice is all mine

Why not, try everything?
Why stop, reach for any dream?
I can rock, cause it's my life.
And now's the time

As Mitchie finished off her song, Shane kept smiling. “Wow. That was amazing. You know for someone who has absolutely no confidence, you sure sing a hell of a song.”

Breathless, Mitchie said, “Thanks.”

“Okay, so tell me about yourself.”

“What do you want to know?”

“Anything. Everything,” Shane paused, “How about we play 20 questions?”

“How about ten?”

Laughing, Shane said, “Okay. I’ll take what I can get. So, you’re not one of those snobbish girls who goes around asking ‘daddy’ for money are you? Because if that were true, that would just wreck the whole image I think about you.”

Laughing, Mitchie decided that since Shane was being so nice, she’d be honest with him. “Honestly? I wasn’t even able to afford coming here.”

At Shane’s questioning stare, Mitchie continued, “My mom is the cook, here at Camp Rock. That’s the only reason I was allowed to come,” Mitchie looked away, “and to be really honest, I lied to Tess Tyler about that.”

“I don’t understand. Why would you do that?”

“Okay, even though it’s supposed to be my question, I’ll tell you. Tess Tyler intimidated me, and I, well everyone here is just…well no offense, loaded. When I told her my dad owns a hardware store, she looked at me like I was scum. So I told her my mom was president of hot tunes TV in China.” Mitchie was afraid to even look up at Shane, to see his reaction.

“Well…even though I can’t believe that you felt you had to lie about your family, I can see why you did. Just make sure you don’t keep lying okay? Sooner or later, they’re just going to come out.”

“Yeah I know…anyways, it’s my turn to question you. Why do you think I’m such a good songwriter/singer?”

“Mitchie, that was such a waste of a question! You’re so much more talented than anyone I’ve ever heard. You don’t just sing because it’s something to do, you sing because, because it’s how you express how you feel, who you are. I wish I had your talent.”

Mitchie blushed. “Next question.”

A/N: Okay, kind of a weird place to end it, but I’m getting tired. Hope you all liked it, review and tell me what you though okay? Alright goodnight everyone.