Okay..

I said I was going to update this a looong time ago, but I didn't get any reviews for chapter nine, so I didn't, 'cause I was a bit gloomy. Then I fiddled around and wasn't sure if I had actually updated, but what the hell. If you havn't read the last chapter, which is definatly now there, the epilogue won't make sense.

Moving on... This is the last chapter *Sniff, sob* but I will do a sequel if there is enough call for it. Actually, I might do one anyway, because I don't think I'm finished with Jools yet.

Thanks to Rhi for beta-ing, thank you to everyone who has reviewed, please review again, I don't own Camp Rock.

Epilogue: But I Am a Musician

My bags were packed and in the truck, and all that was missing was Miss McKenzie. Well, I didn't need a cheesy line from a Busted song to cheer me up, as I had my friends' contact details (complete with email, phone and address, they were never getting rid of me!) in my pocket. Jackson was in the backseat with the notebook that contained Small Lean and Born for This, complete with doodles on the title page by Connect Three's frontman when he was slightly tipsy, the day Mitchie and he exchanged formal 'I love you's'…

Camp Rock had been saved; we'd been informed the day before, due to the press coverage of 'Rock It for Camp' and the record label that was being constructed that very day. Said record label, called Summer's Songs, had also signed one Michelle Torres, Caitlyn Gellar and Tess Tyler, as well as the label's founding band, Connect Three. Mirth Empiricism had been offered a place there too, but due to school and parents, that space would have to be watched for a few more years.

"Jools, come on!" Jeez, could they get anymore grumpy? I had to say goodbye to my friends, didn't I? After all, I wasn't going to see any of them for another two months! And, as I had already patiently explained to Mum and Dave, two months was ages away. It would be practically Halloween by then, and God knows how much I would miss everyone while sitting in double maths in that scary new school I was trying so hard not to think about.

Still, Colorado would be a laugh, as the entire weekend would be Camp Rock convention. Just maybe Mitchie and Caitlyn's unfinished song would be done by then…

"Jools!"

"Yeah, yeah, coming…" I called over my shoulder, giving Mickey a hug before whispering in his ear "Don't even think about putting We Cry on MySpace without sending me a demo first, okay?" As an answer I just got a laugh and a kiss on the cheek. Ah well, a girl's gotta try.

I had already said goodbye to Matt, who had been dragged by the ear (almost literally) to his family's car after insisting he played a riff to Eliza that lasted ten minutes. Eliza herself, however, was another story. I'll admit, I cried a little when she said how quiet it'd be without my, ahem, constant commentary on everything around us. There were tears for her too though, as I told her I wasn't sure how long I could survive without that tap dance routine we'd made up on one of the benches the week before.

"Jools, we really do have to leave now, honey." I nodded and grinned at Mum, then looked around at camp one last time before next year's stay.

It was the exact moment Jason tripped over Ella's suitcase, banged into his girlfriend and broke Nate's camera that I realised exactly what I had achieved that summer. I had arrived at Camp Rock a loner, with no friends, no confidence and no knowledge of music. Now, at the very end of camp, I had more friends than I could count and assurance that I could speak (and sing) in public on my own. I also had an understanding of the line 'Music's in my soul', insight on how music and words can change someone's life forever, make them happy or depressed, laugh or cry. I could play guitar and read music, dance to a song without tripping over, and sing in a way I would never have believed possible two months earlier.

I was a musician.