Disclaimer: I do not own Camp Rock. I do, however, own the song lyrics.
I've never written Camp Rock before, so this is new territory for me. Also, I'm going to apologize in advance if the song lyrics are bad. I've not written any sort of poetry in a while; I may be a little rusty.
BTW, this takes place after the movies. Shane is twenty-two and Mitchie is nineteen.
Chapter 1: New Times
Shane nursed the mix of vodka and soda in his hand. The alcohol burned slightly on its way down his throat and he winced. He glanced at the clock hanging on the wall across from him. Seven minutes to midnight. Mitchie had left at eight thirty, and if this night was like the others, it'd be at least two before she came back.
Shane took another swallow of his drink and settled himself into a more comfortable position on the U-shaped, black leather couch. He loved the apartment he and Mitchie had bought together three months ago. The entire twenty-third floor of the building on the corner of East 68th Street and Park Avenue was all theirs.
Upon exiting the elevator and passing through the double doors, one entered the foyer with its porcelain tile floors and crystal chandelier. To the right was a comfortable family room/ office with the thirty-six inch flat screen TV mounted on the wall. Straight from the foyer was the living room Shane now sat in with its couch backed against the curved wall of windows, a black grand piano standing in the center, and beyond that, wood-paneled walls with numerous awards and pictures covering it.
To the left of the foyer was the kitchen, with its stainless steel, designer appliances and hardwood floors. A hallway led into the two bedroom suites, each with a walk-in closet and luxurious bathroom. (Naturally, Mitchie had the larger bedroom, because it had the larger closet and bath.)
All in all, it was a wonderful place to live. When they first moved in, Shane imagined spending time with Mitchie, writing music at the piano, snuggling up on the couch to watch movies, maybe, possibly, even raise their children here, assuming they ever had any.
The apartment only covered two-thousand square feet of the floor. The rest was divided into a lounge area, useful for when they hosted parties, and a private recording studio.
Shane had just finished his drink and put his glass in the dishwasher, when he heard a key in the lock. Surprising, he thought. It was just past midnight, early for Mitchie to be home. Still, in she came.
Shane had quit doing double takes at her appearance months ago. She didn't quite resemble the shy, innocent girl he'd met at Camp Rock four years prior. She'd grown a few inches taller, though most of her height was now credited to the three-inch heels on her leather boots. Her hair was no longer straight and brown; instead it was pure black, falling over her shoulder in waves, her eyes mysteriously veiled by side-swept bangs. Her soft brown eyes were thickly lined; her eyelids covered in blue glitter. There was a pink flush to her cheeks and her lips glinted a deep red. She wore a rough leather jacket over a navy blue dress that barely touched her thighs, with fishnet stocking tights, ripped at the knees, underneath. Topping off the look were fingerless black gloves and a thick assortment of metallic necklaces and bracelets on both wrists. The jewelry jingled and her heels clicked on the tile floor as she made her way into the apartment.
"Hey" Shane greeted her. "You're home early."
"Yeah. Rough night. I'm going to bed. I'm exhausted." With a simple wave of her hand, she made her way down the hall to her room.
Shane resisted the urge to question her about her night. He was her boyfriend, not her father. But Mitchie's transformation over the past year, and her sudden rise to stardom, left him worried.
Shane had helped jump start her career, by mentioning her around Connect 3's label, Silverstone Records. She'd sent in a four-track demo before she even finished high school, and literally days after graduating, flew out to New York to meet with the executives. They loved her voice and her personality and claimed she was "what they'd been waiting for". Magically overnight it seemed, her career was launched.
Her first single "Me, Myself, and I" became a huge hit. It spent three weeks at the top of the Billboard charts, and within two months, had over 500,000 downloads on iTunes. Her solo album carried the same name and went platinum within a few months of its release. A major US tour was carried out that same year, covering forty-five cities in just five weeks. Her sophomore album was now being finished, the first single set to be released in a few weeks, and a world tour planned for next year. It was a massive amount to adjust to and Shane's biggest fear was that Mitchie was going down the same path he had. She was out almost every night, partying with friends, regardless of whether something was planned the next day. Multiple times, she'd shown up to photo shoots, interviews, and recordings with heavy dark circles under her eyes.
He knew she'd do the same thing tonight as she did on the other nights she was out partying: she'd go into her room, hopefully take off her shoes, swallow a sleeping pill, and pass out on her bed without even bothering to get under the sheets. She'd stay there for a solid eight hours at least, unless Shane came in and forced her up. Many mornings she'd swallow an aspirin for breakfast with a cup of coffee, take a quick shower, and be out the door.
Her appearance had changed even more than just clothes and hair. She was thinner than she'd been just a year ago; Shane wasn't exactly keeping track of her weight, but he'd noticed her arms and legs seemed bonier and her waist was definitely smaller. Her attitude was different as well; he missed the Mitchie from Camp Rock. This girl was moody, tired, and diva-ish. It was exhausting just to watch.
So it seemed natural for Shane to worry about her. He'd done the whole rock-and-roll-party before and he'd suffered the consequences. He didn't want her going down the same path.
So I know this is short, but it's just the first chapter. Like I said, I've never written Camp Rock before, so please let me know how I'm doing. I appreciate it.
Also, a little while ago, tornados ravaged the Midwest, especially in areas of Kentucky and Indiana. People have been injured and entire towns have been wiped off the map. One of my good friends, and fellow fanfiction writer, harronhermy, had her entire town destroyed. I ask that you please keep these people in your thoughts and/or prayers while they try to rebuild their homes and lives. Thank you.