LOST AND FOUND | A Camp Rock Story |

Chapter Twenty Five.

Caitlyn groaned, laying her head onto the many, many, sheets of paper on the table in front of her. "None of these are good enough for Final Jam."

"They're all good songs Caitlyn." Brown told her from where he was pacing on the other side of his office, listening to her playing snippets of songs.

It had been his idea to help her brainstorm songs for her performance for Final Jam. And now her feeling of excitement was taking a nosedive.

"That has been my problem. All my damn life. I'm good. I'm not great." Caitlyn retorted, standing up in frustration.

"Hold on." Brown used his stern 'I'm the director of this camp' voice. "You've always had crazy talent. I've watched you grow up here every summer Caitlyn, you've got music in your bones. But this industry is insane, you've got to own your music. You've got to own your talent. You've got to know what you want and go after it, none of these doubts alright? Not anymore."

And that was the reason that Brown was at the helm of the best music summer program in the country, Caitlyn thought.

He could inspire kids, and adults, to fight for their dream.

"Okay." She replied lamely, not knowing what to say now that he had deflated her growing feeling of insecurity.

"Right." Brown said, grabbing a chair and sitting at the table. "Now what makes a song good for Final Jam, in your opinion?"

Years of mesmerising Final Jam performances flashed through Caitlyn's mind. Most winners had gone one to have amazing success, but it was usually their Final Jam performances that were still Caitlyn's favourites.

She sank back down to her chair, throwing her hands up. "They are magic, the performances capture the songs perfectly, the lyrics and melodies just stand out."

"Why?" Brown prompted.

"They're raw. Emotional. A summer immersed in music, with other people, growing up, it does that to song writing right? They capture a moment in time, a concept in someone's life."

"Okay. So what, in this moment, these last few months, are you most passionate about? What makes you feel?" He pointed to his heart.

That was the answer wasn't it?

Was there ever another one, she wondered.

A common thread pulling through every summer of her childhood, pulling through this summer. A constant. Making her feel things, love, hurt, fear, hope.

Nate.

Instead of giving Brown an answer, she shrugged. "I have some ideas I guess."

"Hmm" Brown nodded, "So you got any songs about those ideas?"

"Not really." She admitted but her mind was already running away with itself, she could write one though.

What could be more inspiration than her summer, and Nate?

"But I can write one?"

Brown smiled, "That's the spirit kiddo."

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"Jason! What are you doing here?" Caitlyn called, immediately dropping the box of decorations in her hands to the ground and rushing over to the eldest Gray brother.

"Hey Caitlyn." He smiled with the same calmness he always had and held his arms out for her to rush in to. "Just having a meeting with Uncle Brown, about the new label. Business stuff."