my mom told me about Tess Tyler. She was the daughter of TJ Tyler. She thought she was all that and thought that she could rule over everyone because of her mother and her talent. and it seems like her daughter might be the same.
"Day, why do people like Tess and Melody think they are better then us because their parents are famous."
"we could say the same for you Mitch. you have your feet planted on the ground. your parents didn't let their fame get to your head."
"Day....them doing that has made me a good person yes but it makes me want that attention even more."
"yes and they are doing it the right way Mitchie!! you have to earn that spotlight. that's why when you asked for music lessons they entered you under Torres. you weren't going to get special treatment because your a Gray. you earnt that."
"I know... oh well... i wonder when Dee is getting here to kick this c-"
as I was about to say camp started, Dee had appeared on the beach stage.
"Welcome to Camp Rock!! I'm the musical Director Dee La Duke here at the camp."
"Hi Dee."
"here at camp rock we sing. let's here that again."
(whole camp in a sing song voice) "Hi Dee!"
thats good. pitchy in places but we'll fix that by final jam. It's so good to see so may familiar faces and new ones as well. starting from tomorrow we'll be very busy working towards final Jam. we also have a few celebrity guests as teachers here."
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"Mitchie shouldn't we tell rosie you teaching them how to sing and write songs??"
"Shane, here, you and i are legends. no one knows I'm her mother except Dayna and Matilda. she'll probably fake that i'm not."
"I don't know baby. I mean she's searching for the same spotlight you came here looking for. you and i are the easy way."
"and she's never taken it. she wanted that light on her own terms."
"Ok, if you think so. Just i pray to god she doesn't hang out with Melody Tyler. She'll end up trying to impress her and end up like you did until caitlin and I pulled you back."
"i learnt my lesson. and anyway my lessons is only twice a week."
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"I am not wasting my time at this stupid camp!"
"Zane!!! you need to go. you're the idiot of the press. you are like the bad boy. our record label don't like it so we have a problem."
"Kane, I don't have a problem with it."
Kane gave Kyle a stern look and Kyle broke.
"We have a problem with that."
"Any way Zane. the label done this with another bad boy a few years back. it worked wonders... they think it might work again. now goodluck..."
Zane got out of the limo reluctantly.
"by the way zane, we told the press you'll be recording a duet with the winner of final jam."
"WHAT!!!!"
"have fun!!"
and the limo drove of leaving a very bad tempered Zane.
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"Nanna Connie, you're still here after all these years??? what's it been like 20 years?"
"well i love cooking and making these kids happy. now what are you doing here?"
"well I'm here 'cause i'm a camper. Mom finally let me come."
"well well then. do you want to help me in the kitchen sometimes?"
"if i have time. i'm going to have to pull out all the stops here."
there was a knock at the door. My great uncle Brown had come in.
"Well hello there poppet! whats happening? where's your mother and father?"
"They aren't here. they left already. Dad is in Mexico and Mom's back in the house probably writing songs to record for her next CD."
"well we've got the famous Rosalyn Gray to ourselves???"
"Uncle Brown you know i prefer to be called Mitchie."
"yeah poppet i know."
"well... lets go cook!"
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"hey Day, what's up?"
"oh is just the open mike. the first one of the year is opening night jam. Dee is always thinking up crazy places and names. last year they had a jam session in the kitchen. that was funny. oh by the way mitchie, this is Isadora James."
"Please call me Dora."
"hey dora how's-"
Dee had the mike in her hand.
"Camp Rockers, lets have a big camp rock welcome to Dora James!!!"
"wish me luck."
Dora walked up to the stage and took the mike. the music blared.
Chorus)
We go on,
We go on,
We just let the beat take us away until the early morn,
(Verse1)
I feel the music, deep in my body and I can't help it I just loose it,
Even when everybody is watching I just,
Break it down,
Break it down,
Break it down,
Break it down,
Break it down,
Break it down,
Break it down,
So tell the dj this is my song so keep it going on the replay all night long,
So we can show them how to
Work it out,
Work it out,
Work it out,
Work it out,
Work it out,
Work it out,
Work it out,
(Chorus)
(Verse2)
So every weekend me and my girls pay at the club,
We don't be speakin' we just be out there on the floor,
That's when we
Break it down,
Break it down,
Break it down,
Break it down,
Break it down,
Break it down,
Break it down,
See we be showin' how poppin and lockin' moves,
They don't even know about, wait for the needle to drop that's when we,
Work it out,
Work it out,
Work it out,
Work it out,
Work it out,
Work it out,
Work it out,
(Chorus)
"Wow Dayna, She's amazing."
"well she should be. Her mother was the female RnB singer Lola Scott. and her grandmother was on broadway."
"wow... just wow."
"yeah well people around here don't care about that. it's all about the bling. that's why Melody, just like Tess did, runs this camp. great something wicked this way comes."
Melody, Matilda and Maddison were walking towards us.
"Hey Dayna. your parents still starving to try and save for food to eat. i mean sending you here must have been alot to you guys."
"Screw you Melody. You know perfectly well my parents are well off. My dad's-"
"Dayna, Drop it. She can screw you over in a instant. we don't need Tyler drama."
"Well, well, well. who do we have here?"
"Mitchie, Mitchie Torres."
"Mitchie Torres?? are you related to the show writter Nikki Torres?"
'no someone better then who you are Melody.' i thought.
"no."
Matilda just stood there trying to stifle her laughter. she knew my father pretty well. after all she is my cousin as well as my friend.
"then what does he do?"
"he's a performer. he travels."
"oh is that all ok."
they started to walk away, matilda still trying to stop herself from laughing.
"but my mom-"
Dayna pulled me aside and whispered loudly.
"Mitchie are you crazy? telling her who your mother is, is a death sentence."
"yeah?"
"what?"
"The president of hot tunes t.v in the United Kingdom."
Dayna pulled me aside again.
"that's a big lie and they'll find out. your mother was like that too. her mother was meant to be the president of hot tunes tv in china."
"Dayna! i'm not lying. Mom got a call the other day saying they wanted her to be the president because she's plugged in. she was meant to be leaving this afternoon."
"Wow thats cool."
"majorly and totally cool."
Matilda looked disappointed but i shrugged at her and motioned i'd explain it later.
"hey Matilda, Maddison, are you thinking what I'm thinkning?"
"of course!"
"totally! what are we thinking?"
"there's a spare bed in our cabin. the Vibe cabin. if you want it. come mitchie. sit in the v.i.p section."
"What about Dayna?"
"no she's not welcome. her parents are as cool as yours."
(flash back)
Dad! you came!"
"Of course. I want to see you off until final jam because you'll won't see me until then. so i'll tell you now. always be true to yourself and make sure your music is who you are."
"because Rose, music is an extention of yourself. trust me! i know what it's like not to be yourself and want to fit in. be yourself and you'll be fine."
(end flashback)
"Please! her parents are cooler then your mom. Her dad is Nate Gray! the guitarist and one of the vocalists of connect 3. Her mother is Caitlin Geller, the famous music producer in Hollywood. My mother is worth twice of yours too!!"
I took Dayna's hand, gave Matilda a warm smile and walked off to the cabin that Dayna and I shared.
Author's note: the song Dora sang is to the floor by jessica Mauboy. and i do not own any of the original camp rock characters