What Am I Doing Here?
"Bye, mum!" I called to the curly-haired lady in the Ford Focus who was waving enthusiastically to me while also backing down the road. After I had watched the car disappear down the gravel track, I turned around and surveyed my surroundings. Well, this is it, I thought and looked at the hundreds of teenagers milling around. I was certain of one thing as I stood on the gravel in amongst the music prodigies of America – this summer was going to be humiliating.
Okay, here's the deal; my name is Jools (please don't call me Juliet), and I'm an English girl who's mother had recently remarried and moved herself and her thirteen-year-old daughter to Spring City, Utah, USA. I was here, at Camp Rock, because Dave, my step-dad, and Sadie, my mum, wished to honeymoon in California and didn't want a grumpy teenager invading their personal space. Ha, as if I'd even want to go near the loved up couple.
So basically Dave found a brochure for Camp Rock and he and mum thought I might like to spend my summer singing. There was just one problem. I had absolutely no musical experience at all. I mean, I'd sung in school concerts that have been compulsory, and I liked to mess about on the drums as much as the next person, but I couldn't read music or tell you which end of the keyboard is which. How was I going to look to people who have sung on Broadway since they were three? Or the kids who actually knew where middle C is? Or what middle C is?
As I looked at all the people, a large, dark reddish truck rolled up the driveway, with Connie's Catering written on the front. Hopefully the food here would be better than the stuff they served back home, at school. As soon as the truck had stopped, a teenage girl jumped out, grinning like there was no tomorrow. "I'll see you later!" she called to the lady in the driver's seat, before yelling "Caitlyn!" and rushing toward a girl with honey-coloured hair, who hugged her excitedly.
"Come on, Dee will be welcoming everyone in a minute, we'd better get down to the stage." I heard Caitlyn say, and since I had no idea where the stage was, I picked up my bags and walked in the direction the two girls had gone.
My summer camp nightmare had started.