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At the end of each chapter, I'm going to put a profile of all the contestants/main characters, so be on the look out for that!
Also, I won't be updating Revenge: Demi Style for a while for certain reasons, but I do have another story coming up! Once I decide on the title, I'll tell you ASAP... unless, that is, I post up the new story before I actually finish the third chapter of this thing...
Anyways, I decided to have it somewhat mixed with Camp Rock. So it's like... Camp Rock... but girlfriend competition style. I dunno... you'll see sooner or later!
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I don't own Camp Rock...
Previously on Searching for the Perfect Girlfriend...
All of the girls stopped chattering and looked at the front door. Mrs. Gray stood confidently with a gun pointed in the air. She smiled and threw the gun aside. "Welcome young ladies! Today you are competing for a chance to win my son's heart," she said serenly. Shane stepped out of the doorway with a bored expression clear on his face.
Mrs. Gray smirked.
And let the games begin...
Day Two: Sappy Romance Movie
For the love of god, Mitchie thought furiously, as she ripped open her song book and flipped through the pages. Why the hell do they want a talent competition? This better not be a beauty pageant, or else I'm so quitting. The only thing Mitchie hates more than forced competitions were beauty pageants. It's just another thing, besides boys and actors/actresses, that causes girls to feel inferior which leads to anorexia, which leads to depression, which leads to cutting, which leads to drugs, which leads to death, which leads to an upset family! Yes indeed, Michelle Alyssa Torres absolutely detests beauty pageants.
She paused as she spotted Lala Land, her very first song she ever wrote. "Nah," Mitchie muttered to herself, and began to flip through her book again. She stopped at the most recent song she wrote, This Is Me.
Crap. I need a piano...
She stood up and wandered randomly around the huge mansion. After opening a couple of doors, she finally spotted a white grand piano. This must be some auditorium, Mitchie thought as she approached the piano- which was elevated on a platform. Damn that rich bastard.
Breathing in deeply, she rested her hands on the keys.
I've always been the kind of girl
Who hid my face
So afraid to tell the world
What I've got to say
But I have this dream
Right inside of me
I'm gonna let it show
It's time
To let you know
This is real, this is me
I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be now,
Gonna 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
She closed her eyes and swayed a little as she gently pressed the white keys.
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 real
This is me
I'm exactly where Im supposed to be now
Gonna 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 wanna be
This is me
She lifted her hands off the keys and opened her eyes. Shit, I didn't finish it yet... You know what, I'll just settle for dancing, she thought, and left the room.
Shane quickly rounded the corner, desperately trying to find a hiding spot. He opened a closet and climbed inside, closing the door behind him as quickly and quietly as he could.
His ears perked up when he heard a soft melodic voice. I must be close to the piano room.
This is real this is me
I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be now
Gonna let the light
Shine on me
Now I've found
Who I am
There's no wa to hold it in
No more hiding who I wanna be
This is me
"I think he went this way!" screeched one of the annoying fan girls. He heard them dash down the hall. Opening the door slightly, he checked to see if they were gone. The only thing worse than a herd of elephants is a herd of fan girls.
Coast is clear, he sighed thankfully. He quickly opened the white double doors that led to the vast piano room. Empty.
"Hello?" he yelled to nobody in particular, "Who was in here?"
He scrunched up his face. Great. This is like one of those sappy romance movies. He exited the room and cautiously made his way to the living room where Nate and Jason were sitting.
He was too caught up in his thoughts, that he didn't see a certain brown haired girl bump into him. "God. I hate my life," he muttered angrily. She looked up abruptly. "Oh! I'm so sorry!" she apologized, and started walking again.
Woah. A girl that didn't drool over me. That's a first, Shane thought, grinning. "Hey!" he called after the girl. She turned around, her bright sienna eyes wide. He walked up to the girl. "What's your name? And where do you think you're going?"
"Mitchie. And nature calls," she replied simply, and continued to walk briskly to her destination.
Shane tilted his head before spinning on his heel. Her voice sounds strangely familiar.
On second thought, I'll just sing, Mitchie concluded. Whipping out her yellow song book, she flipped through it. "I guess I'll just sing Forget," Mitchie sighed, scanning the page to refresh her memory. She wrote Forget after her boyfriend, Jacob, cheated on her with Tess. And this is one of the million reasons Michelle Alyssa Torres hates Tessandra Tyra Tyler. She paused for a second. Nah... I always cry at the end of that song.
Half of the massive group of girls had already performed. The white door suddenly opened, and a girl holding Pom Poms ran out. A mixture of tears and black mascara streaked down her tan face.
"NEXT!" exploded a voice coming from inside the room. Mitchie nervously headed into the room. Looking over at the crammed judges table, there was one more person. Mitchie immediately knew who it was. TJ Tyler- Tess' mom. Nate smiled warmly the sixteen-year-old brunette. "Shane went to the little men's room, so he isn't going to be here for you turn," explained Nate. I nodded, thankful that he wasn't here. Nate continued. "What's your talent?" asked the still smiling Nate.
"Singing," I answered meekly. Jason and Mrs. Gray groaned. TJ Tyler kept staring at her intensly. "Shut up," Nate hissed at them.
Rough day, I thought, heading towards the piano.
You fled from medication cause it only causes pain
You won't go to the doctor he keeps calling you insane
You're lost even when you're going the right way
You mean the world to me even though you might be crazy
You said we wouldn't make it, but look how far we've come
For so long my heart was breaking
But now we're standing strong
The things you say, make me fall harder each day
You're a train wreck but I wouldn't love you if you changed
No, yeah
I shook you hand and you pulled it right away,
You asked me to dance instead, I said no way
Inside I was dying to give it a try and you begged me so I stayed
I knew you were different from the way I caved
You said we wouldn't make it, but look how far we've come
For so long my heart was breaking
But now we're standing strong
The things you say, make me fall harder each day
You're a train wreck but I wouldn't love you if you changed
No, yeah
We were so different, but opposites attract
So my hope kept growing and I never looked back
You're one of a kind
No one can change this heart of mine
OH.
You said we wouldn't make it, but look how far we've come
For so long my heart was breaking
And now we're standing strong
The things you say, you make me fall harder each day
You're a train wreck but I wouldn't love you if you changed.
... One more thing I thought I'd share with someone special,
I'm falling like I've never fell before
It's funny you said said we'd never make it, and look how far we've come
You're a train wreck but with you I'm in love...
I sighed, relieved that the song was over. I smiled at the judges bewildered expressions.
As if on que, Shane shoved the doors open and headed towards the judges table, without once looking at me. "SHANE MY MAN! YOU MISSED IT! SHE WAS AWESOME-," Jason was interuppted by Shane hitting him upside on the head.
Ignoring his two 'idiotic'- as he says- bandmates, Nate said, "Great job Mitchie." At my name, Shane's head snapped up to look at me. He smirked. "Ah, bathroom girl!" he smiled, jokingly.
"Ah! Guy who hates his life!" Mitchie mocked.
"Touche," Shane acknowledged.
"Anyways-," Nate started.
"I say yes," Jason piped up, rubbing his bruised head.
"I agree with the both of them," Mrs. Gray said.
"It's a yes from me," TJ said, smiling for the first time of the entire audition.
"Yes," said Nate- now strangling Jason.
Shane shrugged. "I guess it doesn't matter what I say at this point- but yes."
Mitchie smiled slightly. "Thank you," she said before heading out the door, quickly.
"Her song reminds me a lot of the songs you used to sing Shane," Mrs. Gray stated.
Mitchie pressed her old pink flip phone to her ear. She sat, exhausted, against the cool wall in the living room where all of the other girls were sitting.
Hello? asked a familiar voice.
"Caitlyn!" Mitchie breathed.
Her curly-haired friend sounded confused. Mitchie! Where are you? I called you several times, but you never answered.
Mitchie sighed and ran a hand through her shiny chocolate brown hair. "I'm stuck in some idiotic competition to be Shane Gray's girlfriend. My mom forced me," Mitchie explained, quietly.
Oh gosh. Why are you whispering?
"Well I'm crammed in a room with like... a million other girls. They're all having a glaring competition," whispered Mitchie, playing with the hem of her shirt.
Ouch. Did you see Nate yet? Caitlyn asked eagerly- quickly changing the topic.
"Yeah. He's one of the judges."
Caitlyn squealed. Mitchie held the phone slightly away from her ear.
"Cait, I have to go. It seems they're done. Tell Sierra I said 'hi'." Mitchie hung up and tucked away her phone in her jeans.
Mrs. Gray entered the room with Shane, Nate, and Jason trailing closely behind her. TJ Tyler was no where in sight.
Flashing everyone a brief, yet bright, smile, Mrs. Gray pulled out a piece of paper. "Will the following names please join us. These people made it through to the next round," announced Mrs. Gray.
"Tanya Wood. Rachel Mayweather. Brittany Smith. Andrea Payne. Nicole Porter-" Mrs. Gray continued to go down the list.
Holy crow. This is a beauty pageant, Mitchie thought, her brow furrowing. I better get out of here before-
"And last but certainly not least, Michelle Torres," she concluded.
God. The world hates me today. Mitchie groaned, banging the back of her head lightly on the wall before standing up to join the other nineteen girls.
All Shane could think about was that damn song.
This is real, this is me
I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be now
Gonna let the light
Shine on me
He sung it in his head repeatedly as he walked with the crowd of girls and his bandmates and mother. His eyes widened as he heard one of the girls sing quietly. "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," the mystery girl sang quietly (A/N: In this story, Mitchie's going to write both This is Me and Gotta Find You.).
"We're going to assign rooms," Mrs. Gray said suddenly. She continued, "Unfortunately, we didn't have enough beds, so one of you has to sleep with Shane since he has an extra bed. Who volunteers to bunk with my son?"
Everyone's hand- except for Mitchie's- shot up in the air, eagerly. "Shane, you pick," commanded Mrs. Gray.
"Mitchie," he said automatically.
The brunette's eyes widened in shock, and she looked at Shane who was still staring intently at her. "B-Bu-."
"No buts. You're coming with me," he interrupted and grabbed her upper arm, hauling her towards his room. She could feel the other girls' eyes boring holes into her back.
What kind of beauty pageant is this?
And that's the end of this chapter... Not as good as I wanted it to be, but hey, nobody's perfect!
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P.S. Sorry for anyone whose name is in the stories. I have a list of common names in front of me and my cousins are giving me suggestions, so... yeah.
File #1 - Tanya Wood
Nickname: Yaya, Tata, Nya, and Anya
Birthdate: August 27, 1991
School: Greyell Heights High School (A/N: All of the school names in the story come from the top of my head. For this, I just so happened to have a gray and yellow book sitting beside me, and that's sort of how I came up with Greyell Heights.)
Joined Pageant: Because of love
Family and Occupation
Mom: Chelsie Wood - Fashion Designer
Dad: Andrew Wood - Paparazzi
Older Brother: Kyle Wood - First year college student
Older Sister: Kayla Wood - First year college student
Younger Brother: Drew Wood - 9th grade student
"Likes"
Music: Connect 3 and Shane Gray
Movies: The Notebook
Interests: Singing, shopping, and modeling
"Hates"
Music: Miley Cyprus (A/N: Yes, I got that off of Venetian Princess's YouTube video of the 7 Things (Guys Don't Have to Do)... if you haven't watched it, I really recommend it!)
Movies: 300
Interests: Piano and doing anything involving sweating