Cassie
Cassie Baker could sing. There wasn't much doubt about it, except no one had ever heard her sing in public. You'd catch bits and pieces of her when you'd walk by the showers or the Jr's cabins, but she never preformed in front of people. Not even when Brown asked her to sing in class. She'd just blink her pretty little eyes and act like someone else was named Cassie.
Brown would let her get away with it, mostly because he knew how painfully shy the girl was. He'd been like that when he was very young.
Jason knew she could sing, because he'd caught her singing in kitchen while helping Connie out.
Connie had reprimanded Jason for not keeping better track of his campers, but Jason was still struck by the little girl's voice.
Where had she been this whole time?
But now, Jason was facing an entirely different problem.
"Cassie?" Jason could hear her little sobs on the other side of the bathroom door. "Cassie, what's wrong?"
"I- I can't do-o the s-s-solo." She whimpered, blowing her nose.
"Why can't you do it?"
"I- I'm scared. What if I mess up? What if they hate me? What if my pants fall down and I embarrass myself?
Jason stared at the door in confusion. This is what she was scared of?
"Cassie, that's why you practice. So that you don't mess up." He heard her shuffle closer to the door.
"And how will you know if they hate you if you don't try to preform?" The lock clicked and her brown eyes peaked through the cracks, so Jason smiled at her.
"By the way, Cas, Ella would never let your pants fall down. She's got some type of magic for that." Cassie rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand, and held the other one out for Jason to take.
"Promise?" What's with these kids making him promise stuff?
"Of course."