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Friendly Banter

"And now," Dee, the Musical Director, announced beaming, "I am sure all of you who were here last year will remember that we had a very special celebrity instructor teaching you all."

"Psh, Shane Gray is not special." I heard Caitlyn mutter, and the girl dark-haired girl from the Connie's Catering van nudged her to be quiet. I had heard of Shane Gray, everyone had. But he had taught here?

"Yes, Shane Gray and his bandmates, Nate and Jason from Connect Three, will be teaching here this summer!" Dee laughed as the crowd went wild. I really, really hoped I wouldn't have any classes with the three most famous musicians on the planet – It was all very well looking stupid in front of my classmates, but I wasn't sure if I could take it if I messed up in front of the guys whose CD was in my mother's car.

After the welcome speech had ended, I collected a sheet with a map, my timetable and cabin on it from one of the admin offices, and saw to my dismay I had the following lessons with the following teachers:

Beginners Dance: Shane Gray

Beginners Guitar: Jason Walker

Music Theory Grade 1: Nate Terry

Singing in Tune: Brown Cesario

I had all three Connect Three boys, plus a dude I had never heard of. Joy.

I turned to pick my bags up and collided with one of the girls I had heard talking earlier, the dark- haired one.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry!" she yelped, leaping backwards at the same time as I did.

"Mitchie, you prat! What's with you and banging into people?" Caitlyn asked, laughing at her friend.

"Don't worry about it; I should have moved my bags." I admitted, bending down and grabbing my rucksack.

"Mitchie, have you been terrorizing the poor new students?" I heard a voice behind me say, and looked up to see Shane Gray, Nate Terry and Jason Walker coming towards us, all grinning at Mitchie, who blushed.

"By the way, I'm Caitlyn, and that's Mitchie." Caitlyn told me, "And you've probably heard of those three idiots." She waved her hand at the Connect Three boys.

"Hi, I'm Jools."

"How are we idiots?" Shane demanded, pouting. I stifled a giggle at his wounded expression.

"Yeah, Cait, that really hurt us." Nate said, pretending to wipe away a tear.

"Bet it hurt your egos too." I mumbled, and everyone laughed.

"We had better go; Brown wants to see us about performing later." Nate said, and they left after Shane had promised Mitchie a canoe ride after Opening Night Jam. Well, at least I had something to do when I wasn't failing miserably at every subject, canoeing always looks fun in movies and stuff, especially when the people go in circles……And that meant there was a lake I could drown myself in if things got really embarrassing…..

"What cabin are you in?" Mitchie asked me as I once again gathered up my fallen luggage.

"Er, Cabin 58." I replied, glancing down at the sheet I still had clutched in my hand.

"Hey, that's ours!" Caitlyn exclaimed, waving her and Mitchie's timetables in the air excitedly.

"I remember Shane saying something about 'older students bunking with younger ones to make them feel more at home'." Mitchie recalled suddenly, explaining why I was sharing with two girls who were both older than ne by at least two years.

"Well, at least you don't have to bunk with Tess." Caitlyn said as we walked along the path to the cabins.

"Who?" I asked, having no idea who Tess was.

"Tess is the diva of Camp Rock." Mitchie explained to me. "Her mum is TJ Tyler-"

"Wow!" I had heard of TJ too. Mitchie laughed.

"Yeah, I know, I was incredulous at first as well when I found out."

"So what's so bad about Tess?" There were some divas in my school back home, and they all seemed nice to me, just slightly obsessed with Abercrombie and looking 'perfect'.

"When I first came here, last year, she intimidated me – I wanted to be noticed, to be popular. So I spun a story about how my mum was president of HotTunes TV in China. She isn't, she's the cook here, that's the only reason I could afford to come-" That explained the catering van "- And Tess found out and spilled the secret. I wasn't well liked for a while, although I defiantly deserved it."

"Then she performed an amazing song at Final Jam and made Shane forgive her for lying to him." Caitlyn put in.

"You and Shane?" I was impressed; not only at Mitchie's story, but also at how she managed to bag the fittest guy in show business. Mitchie blushed crimson again, and Caitlyn laughed, leading us up another path to a wooden hut with '58' written on it.

"They both really like each other but won't admit it."

"Excuse me, pot calling the kettle black?!" demanded Mitchie, "What about you and Nate?" Now it was Caitlyn's turn to blush.

"Oh, shut up." She muttered, and pushed open the door to our cabin. "So, Jools, got anyone special back home?" Caitlyn asked me.

"Don't change the subject!" protested Mitchie, then – "So, do you?" I laughed.

"No. I didn't have many friends back home, or a big family – it was always just me, mum and Dave."

"Your younger brother?"

"My stepdad. He's from Utah, so when he and my mum got engaged they decided to move out here after the wedding, with me in tow."

"Do you miss Britain?" Caitlyn asked, "What's England like, anyway?"

"It's rainy, wet, cloudy or cold for most of the year, but it isn't a bad place to live. I don't really have all that much to miss, except for maybe my old room, which was funky." I replied, dropping my bags on the bed nearest the window, which had a nice, green view of some nice, green trees.

"Hey, where are your instruments, or do you just play piano?" Mitchie inquired suddenly, noticing that I didn't have anything remotely musical with me.

"I don't have any, and I don't play piano." I confessed, knowing my ears were turning red underneath my mousy hair.

"So you sing or produce?" asked Caitlyn. I shook my head.

"Nope, not at all. I actually know nothing about music or how to write or play it."

"No offense, but why on Earth are you here?" Caitlyn asked. Both she and Mitchie looked mystified.

"I moved out here a week ago, the day after Dave and mum's wedding. They wanted to honeymoon in California, on their own, and thought I'd like to come here for the summer." I explained. "I did some research on this place, and found out how talented the kids here are. I told mum I'd be out of my depth, but it was too late to cancel, so I had to come."

"So…… You have absolutely no music skills whatsoever, and you're at a camp for musical talent, right?" Mitchie clarified. I nodded.

"You can laugh if you want, I won't mind." I assured them. Mitchie and Caitlyn looked at each other, and Caitlyn had a gleam in her eye. Mitchie grinned, her own eyes sparkling.

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Caitlyn asked her friend, glancing at me.

"Oh, I think so." Mitchie replied, looking excited and like she had just had the best idea in history. "We'll need Shane, Jason and Nate's help though, don't you think? And maybe Brown." I started to get slightly worried.

"Erm, what are you two on about?" I asked, looking from one girl to the other.

"We are thinking that by the time the end of camp this year, we will have made you the best musician in your new hometown." was the answer.