Camp Rock

Chapter 2: Music Class

I wake up with the bright golden sun caving in through the dusty, glass windows. My first day at camp was decent, however, the whole Mitchie scenario was a little bit contradictory. But Caitlyn and I are still going strong, and we are excited to start music classes today.

I managed to spend the entire day without thinking about mom. I was having a good time, but for some reason, I feel guilty. Maybe it's because I am having a good time without her, I'm not thinking about her every second. When I should be.

Making sure I don't wake up Caitlyn, I gently pull myself out of bed. I attempt to tiptoe to the Chester draws, but it was no use - the floorboards were creaking like crazy. So, I just tried to get changed as quickly as I could. I pull the baseball tee over my head, slipping my hands through the navy sleeves. I pull on a pair of denim shorts and put a baseball cap on my head.

I head out the door with a small smile on my face. I can feel my brown locks bouncing as I stroll around the camp - looking for any signs of other campers. I see Barry and a bunch of his friends talking on the steps of the cafeteria, but I sort of just wanted to keep to myself and walk around. Maybe I can find a place to sit down and write down some new songs for the Final Jam.

I look around and see the dock on the lake seems like a pretty good place to sit. I start walking towards the wooden dock when I hear some people coming my way.

"Just get over it," I hear a boy say.

"Yeah, it's gonna be good publicity for the label," another guy chimes in. Wait, label? What label?

The third boy groans in frustration, "fine, but if I see one mosquito," he points his thumb to the camp's exit, "I'm out!"

I look through the bushes to see who the three boys were. But before I could even get a good look, one of them completely knocks into me.

"Ow," I say in frustration, but then I look up to see his face. No way! It was Nate Gray! Drummer and guitarist of Connect 3! His brown, curly hair sat perfectly on the top of his head, while small little strands hung around his face.

"I'm so sorry!" He apologizes, he sounded sincere - making me feel bad. Why do I feel bad?

"It's fine," I say while holding my hand on my head - which might I add, was throbbing a little.

He holds his hand out to me, indicating that he's trying to help me up. I take his soft hand with a smile and he pulls me up to my feet. "Thanks," I acknowledge him. But my eyes were glued to his, his dark brown eyes were just so welcoming, sensitive. I just wanted to look at them all day, but obviously, that would be a little weird, so I break my gaze and quickly change the subject.

"Well, I'm just gonna head to the cafeteria." He nodded in agreement.

"Well it was nice meeting you-" he gets cut off by Jason. JASON!? This day is just getting better and better.

"Nate! We have to leave before Shane finds an excuse to leave," I hear him say from a few feet away. Nate gives me a 'sorry I have to leave' look, to which I return with a reassuring shrug. He turns to leave and disappears into the limo that is parked next to the exit.

"Well, that was exciting," I say quietly to myself. I'm sort of too excited to sit down and write. I need to tell someone, I need to tell Caitlyn. Hopefully, by now she'd be at the food court eating breakfast. I make my way down to breakfast at a fast pace.

"Hey, Faythe!" I hear Barron shout, "plenty of room over here with me and Murray." Nothing can explain how happy I am right now, I have a huge smile on my face (from Nate) – and I rush to the table where Barron is sitting. Across the table, I see a friendly face chewing on her morning bacon.