Rock Royalty (9 page)

M
itchie Torres was not a morning person. It didn't matter if she was at home during the school year or at Camp Rock in the summer, her goal was to get up at the last possible moment. The fact that musicians usually performed at night and slept late the following morning was part of the appeal of a life in rock and roll. But this morning the piercing sound of an alarm clock was making sleep all but impossible.

At least it was for Mitchie.

On the other side of the cabin, her best friend, Caitlyn Gellar, was sleeping like a baby, completely unaffected by the alarm's buzz.

Mitchie attempted to block out the sound by wrapping a pillow around her head. When that didn't work, she tried a blanket. Out of frustration, she chucked the pillow across the room and hit Caitlyn right in the head. If she was going to suffer, she at least wanted to suffer with company.

But Caitlyn just took a swat at it as if it were a mosquito and rolled over, all without waking up.

Finally, brushing her brown bangs out of her eyes, Mitchie got up and walked over to Caitlyn's nightstand. As loudly as she could, she turned off the alarm.

“Wake up!” Mitchie cried, shaking her friend by the shoulder. “It's the least you can do considering it's
your
alarm clock going off.”

“What time is it?” Caitlyn asked, half-speaking, half-yawning.

“Six!” Mitchie exclaimed. “In the morning!”

It took a moment for this to sink in, but when it did, Caitlyn panicked. “It's not six,” she stammered as her eyes finally focused on her clock. “It's 6:03. Do you know what that means? Today is Sound Off!”