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I just received your mail. Why didn't you tell me earlier that you had had the chicken pox? I would've come to see you. You are feeling better now, right? Anyway, I am recording our new album. It's called, "If You Could Be Me". I know it sounds very arrogant. Nate came up with the name. The title track sounds really cool - you can hear it if you want to. Just send me a mail or test and I'll send over all the recorded songs in the album.

I was hoping if you could . . . say yes to . . . a date with me? If you say yes, then I'm gonna take you to Paris and take you to this lovely restaurant I had lunch at when I was on tour. They have the best baguettes in Paris. You told me you love baguettes so . . .

I seriously can't wait to return to Camp. Uncle Brown tells me that there's gonna be another celebrity at the camp. Wonder who? I hope they/he/she don't/doesn't steal our thunder :D. Anyway, we have to sing a duet apparently at the Opening Jam. I tried to talk to Uncle Brown out of it, but he told me that we would have to do it. Dang!

Nate's really excited to attend camp again. I don't think the excitement is there because of old memories at the camp. He has taken a liking towards Tess. I haven't stopped teasing him about his 'crush' at all.

Yours lovingly,

Shane

I stared at the mail for a long time before selecting the Print Mail option. After the print-out came out I put folded it neatly and I stuffed it into my drawer which was overflowing with Shane's mails. I quickly left a reply to the mail:

Dear Shane,

I'm fine right now. And yeah, it does sound arrogant. Please do send me the songs - I'd love to hear them.

Paris?!?! I'd rather have a lunch-date at Burger King which is like a kilometre away from my house. Though, Paris sounds more romantic. But, you know me - I'm more of a not-romantic kinda girl.

Ooh, I hope that celeb does!!!! *wicked smile*. A duet does sound nice. I'll be very happy to do it.

Anyway, Nate likes Tess? Honestly? That would make Tess' day.

Yours MORE lovingly,

Mitchie

I read the mail a million times before I sent it. I closed my laptop and grabbed my guitar. I always hold my guitar when I feel exceptionally happy. I am returning to Camp Rock. My mom will be catering again. But, this time they can afford. So, I'm not going there on a discount or anything. I am going to have the best summer of my life again. I am going to return to my friends, Caitlyn, Lola, Peggy, Ella, Barron, Sander and hopefully Tess. But, most of all I'm going to have a summer with Shane Grey and music.

My mom called, "Mitchie, dinner's ready!"

I kept my guitar on my bed and rushed downstairs. My mom was cooking - by the smell of it - the world famous Torres Pasta. We have a world famous Torres everything. Our Pasta has a mix of Mexican food in it - it is very spicy. I sat beside my dad who was flipping through the sports section of today's paper. I was having trouble trying to hide my happiness and excitement. My parents obviously took notice of it.

"What's up, honey?" Dad asked as he neatly folded the paper and placed it on the dining table. Things were always neat in the house except my room. I just shook my head. Mom served the delicious looking pasta.

"So, have you finished packing?" Mom asked as she added pepper to her food. I widened my eyes. I absolutely forgot to pack. How stupid! Mom and dad laughed. "Then you should start packing after you have had your dinner."

I loved my mom and dad very much because of this reason. They laughed at these petty, unimportant things (though packing is important). They were not like others who grounded their children if they forgot to pack or anything. I turned on the TV and watched MTV. An interview with TJ Tyler was on. I watched it while devouring my pasta. I almost choked when TJ said that Tess was the best daughter anybody could have. My mom raised her eyebrows. At the end of the interview Tess came and said that she was psyched about returning to Camp Rock. She also said that she was very excited to meet Hannah Montana, the teen pop star when she returned to camp. I stopped eating.

"What?" My dad asked looking concerned.

"Oh, it's nothing serious." I said, "It's just a friend of mine from Camp said that she heard a new celebrity was joining us. So, that celebrity must be Hannah Montana." My parents looked relieved to hear this. I was very careful not to mention Shane in this because I knew that even if they were the best parents in the world, they would flip out if they heard about Shane especially after the Final Jam incident when we held hands during the song I sang. My dad cornered me and asked if I was involved with him or not and I hesitantly said no.

We had dessert (apple pie) and then I raced upstairs to my room. I grabbed my blue suitcase and opened my messy closet. I grabbed tops, jeans, shorts and everything and shoved it into my suitcase. I tried to close it but it was very stubborn. So, I grabbed a small cloth bag and stuffed with the clothes I removed from the suitcase. After I went through the ordeal of closing them, I attended to my toiletries. As I was trying to find a way of removing a toothbrush from its pack, my cellphone rang. I saw that the caller was Caitlyn. I answered it.

"Oh my God!" Caitlyn shouted from the other side.

"Hey Caitlyn" I greeted keeping my voice low.

"Hannah Montana's coming to Camp Rock! Can you believe it?" Caitlyn's voice rang making my ears buzz. I had to keep the phone at a safe distance from my ears in order to not go deaf.

"Uh, I can. Tess just said it on MTV." I responded sarcastically. Caitlyn laughed and said, "Well, that's really cool. Anyway, I have to go now. Gotta pack my music gear. Ciao!"

"Ciao!" I said and I threw my phone on the pile of song books and cd's on my bed. I was really not surprised when I heard Hannah Montana was attending the camp. Shane had already had told me a celebrity was coming. So, that killed the surprise. And, Tess would know since she was a famous singer's daughter and boasted that she and Hannah were good friends at school. I don't know if she was lying or not. I went back to packing.

At that time, somebody knocked on my door. I said, "Come in". Mom entered and pretended to faint when she saw my almost bursting to open suitcase and bag. I chuckled. Mom quickly opened the suitcase and folded all the things and placed them orderly. Meanwhile, I decided that packing would take a less time if I kept things in order. So, I placed my toothpaste, toothbrush, make-up and other stuff neatly and in order. Mom looked tearful.

"So, how is Shane?" Mom asked after we finished packing. I froze.

How the heck did Mom know? I was very alert not to mention anything about my liking towards Shane. I hate using the term 'my love for'. I looked at mom with a shocked expression. She was smiling one of the smiles that made me feel very happy. But it felt very weird to be happy when I was shell shocked.

"C'mon. You can't hide it." Mom said still smiling. I managed a smile too.

"Uh, he's okay" I responded trying to sound nonchalant.

"Well, you should know that we are absolutely fine with you dating him." Mom said. I frowned. "Well, more I than Dad." I laughed. Now my parents were the best of the best parents. Mom told me to go to sleep after packing and wake up early. It was a five-hour commute to Camp Rock from our house. So we needed to leave early. I nodded obediently. Mom left after that. I opened my bedside drawer and withdrew my iPod from it. I plugged in the earphones and shuffled the 'Camp Rock' playlist. I fell asleep listening to the songs.

I had a dream. There Shane said, "Welcome to camp, Mitchie. Welcome to the world of music, love and fun."

So, here it is. Another story from yours truly. I do hope ya guys are gonna leave - at the very least - one review for this one.

Happy Reading,

Sourjya :)