Never stop dreaming

CHAPTER 13

Pulling up alongside the dock on the other side of the lake, Lizzie sets the oar down beside her as Nate hops out of the canoe. He turns swiftly on his heel, holding his hand out for the blonde.

"My lady." He bows as she places her hand in his slightly bigger one.

"Thank you, kind sir." Lizzie giggles as Nate pulls her onto the dock. Shane rolls his eyes at the two, before handing the guitar case to Nate.

Grabbing the case, Nate pulls Lizzie behind him as Shane attempts to get out of the boat.

"All right, I got it." The canoe slowly moves away from the dock, taking Shane's other foot with it. "Oh, I don't got it."

"I think we should add this to the uncool list." Nate calls over his shoulder as Mitchie runs over to help him.

Nate laughs at Lizzie's giggles as he pulls her with him, her skipping beside him as he walks beside her. Their laughter is cut off short when they spot the view in front of them.

"Wow." They mumbled, eyes transfixed.

Wow was an understatement. The view in front of them presented an amphitheater with rows and rows of chairs, all facing a massive stage. Camp Star campers were walking around as they check the mics, music playing in the back ground.

"I know, right?" Tess comes up beside Lizzie, the blondes staring at the stage. "That's all I've been saying since I got off the boat."

Lizzie nods, feeling her sister pull her to the side away from Nate as Jason walks up to him.

"Ready?"

"We really shouldn't be here." He mutters, "sIt's so obvious this guy's just doing this to get back at Brown. First, he tries to take down the White Crows, and now Camp Rock. What is that?"

Glancing down at the mug in his hand, Jason grins. "Hot chocolate. They're handing it out free when you walk in, plus you get to keep the mug." Nate looks at him. "What?"

Nate rolls his eyes. "There's no way I'm staying at this bonfire."

He pauses, however, as he sees Lizzie waving her arms at him from a seat beside her sister, a cheery smile adorn on her face. "You know, we should probably go take our seats. I think they're about to start."

"Mm-hm."

"Don't mock."

"I'm not."

"Yes, you are."

"Okay, just a little bit."

The remaining campers standing, settled into the closet seats they could find. A man wearing shades, a blu sweater with a scarf and black denim jeans steps onto the stage.

"Everybody have a seat. I'm Axel Turner. And I'd like to welcome all you rockers, and my dear, old friend, Brown Cesario--."

Brown stands up from his seat, waving as the campers from Camp Rock cheered.

"Yeah, Brown! Whoo!"

"Go, Brown!"

"But you all don't wanna hear a speech from me." Axel continues, once the crowd quieted down. "You wanna get to what a campfire is really all about: singing. So does anyone have anything they'd like to play? Camp Rockers, don't be shy."

Looking around the audience, no one raises their hands.

"Any takers? No? Ok well, we'll kick us off. And, heh, my apologies if we embarrass ourselves. We-- We're kind of new at this."

As Axel walks off stage, a solid beat begins to play throughout the speakers.

"Nobody's gonna wanna
Get next to me
'Cause they know
They know
I take what's mine
And won't let it go
Doesn't matter
How you approach the scene
Just hope
Just hope."