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Thank you so much, all you awesome reviewers and alerters! And thanks to Rhi for letting me mess up msn! HeadOverJonas4Life, this one's for you. (Rhi you get the next one :D)

Oh yeah....... I own Jools and the plotline, not Camp Rock or Converse or anything to do with Stephanie Meyer. Don't sue.

Shane's Read What?

[Previously]

"By the time the end of camp this year, we will have made you the best musician in your new hometown."

"Whaaaaaaaat?" I demanded, eyebrows hitting the ceiling and jaw hitting the floor. "How, if you don't mind me asking, are you going to do that?" Mitchie and Caitlyn laughed at my expression, and Mitchie pulled me down on her bed.

"We are going to do that by getting Jason to teach you guitar and Nate to teach you music theory. Brown, hopefully, will teach you how to sing, at least in tune – you probably have all three of them for teachers anyway?" I nodded. "Shane is a great dancer and drummer, and Mitchie and I will teach you how to play the piano and create your own unique style. I think between all of us, we have the basics covered." Caitlyn replied, looking at Mitchie as she said the last sentence, and Mitchie nodded.

"I think we've thought of it all. So, Jools, are you up for it?" Mitchie asked me. I considered for a minute. It would be cool to play my own songs and know exactly why there were always so many dots and random squiggles on sheet music, now I came to think about it. But then again –

"How do you know I'm not one of those people who can't grasp music at all, and has a voice like a drowning cat? Plus, how did you two think that whole idea up in about three seconds?"

"We don't know if you're naturally gifted or not, but it's defiantly worth a try, don't you think? And, call Jason Alice Cullen, but he said himself a few months back that it would be fun if someone with no musical skills whatsoever came to Camp Rock and was taught how to become the next big thing in showbiz while they were here. Mitchie and I liked the idea so much we even discussed who would teach what. Then we decided we were dreaming on a bit, but agreed to keep our eyes open anyway. And now you're here, and we're excited!" Was Caitlyn's answer.

"Wow. You've read Twilight?" I hadn't had Caitlyn down for one to read lots; she struck me as a more of a spend-all-her-time-on-her-laptop sort of person.

"Yeah, Shane got me into them. So, you up for learning to rock?" Caitlyn responded, shrugging. Well, I just couldn't say no now that she had told me Shane liked Stephanie Meyer, could I?

"Yeah, I'm up for it. On one condition."

"Yes?"

"I don't have to wear anything covered in glitter, sparkles or Lycra. I do have a bit of pride."

"Thank you!" I was engulfed in a massive, bone-crushing hug on both sides as Caitlyn and Mitchie threw their arms around me, almost knocking the breath out of me.

"Guys, I'm going into respiratory arrest!"

Laughing, my new music teachers let go of me.

"What are we sitting here for?" exclaimed Mitchie, leaping off her bed, causing Caitlyn and I to fall of the other end, "We have so much work to do! Jools, what sort of clothing do you like? And what's your favourite type of makeup?"

"I'm not all that girly, to be honest. I don't have any makeup except for Lypsil. I wear jeans and t-shirts mostly, and I like Converse."

"That's fine, we can work with that. Show us what you've got with you."

An hour and a half later, my drab summer wardrobe had been transformed into a sassy, pretty-in-a-casual-way closet, and Caitlyn had given me a pair of chequered laces for my Converse. My straight, mousy, boring hairdo had been plaited, brushed, straightened, washed, curled, and had been clipped up into styles I hadn't previously known it was capable of.

I looked……..new. And improved, kind of like the re-vamped version of Beat It, just without Pete Wentz. I looked good, actually, more…full of life, if that makes any sense.

"Ohmigosh, I have to go help in the kitchen!" Mitchie shrieked, looking at the clock and realising the time. "I'm sorry guys, I have to go - I'll see you later, at Opening Night Jam!"

"We'll come too, Jools hasn't met Connie yet…… Connie Torres is Mitchie's mother, the greatest cook to ever enter Camp Rock's kitchens…… Seriously, it tasted like sick before she came." Caitlyn told me.

"I'd love to meet Connie." I told Mitchie honestly, "And I have faith in her awesome cooking."

Ten minutes later, I was standing in front of a wavy-haired lady with Mitchie's eyes, who was introducing herself as Connie Torres, camp caterer.

"Pleased to meet you, Connie. I've heard good things about your food." I told her sincerely, shaking her outstretched hand.

"Thank you dear. Mitchie, could you please ice those cookies?" Connie motioned to the tray of biscuits (yeah, I speak differently, don't laugh) that were sitting on the counter.

"Oh, I've got them," I assured her, quickly washing my hands then grabbing the bowel of icing standing next to the tray.

"That would be a big help, if you don't mind. Caitlyn, Mitchie, please go and set the tables in the mess hall." Connie replied, getting started on a huge pile of washing up that seemed to have evaded the washing machine, which was whirring away around my knees.

"So, Jools, when did you move out from England?" asked Connie as she scrubbed plates.

"It was a week ago today, I think."

"Wow, you came over pretty recently – shouldn't you be settling in right now, getting used to the States with your family?"

"It's kind of a long story. You see, my mother got remarried the day before we moved, and Dave, my stepdad, is from Utah. His family still live there, but he moved to England ten years ago, and hadn't been back since. Mum wanted to honeymoon in California, but couldn't leave me on my own. So we decided to move the day after they got married, spend a week sorting the house out, and then I could come here while they jetted off to California."

"I see. So what instruments do you play?"

"I don't play any. Did Mitchie tell you about her and Caitlyn's dream of teaching a random person how to play guitar?" Connie laughed.

"Yes, she did. Have you agreed to it?"

"Yep. It would be so nice to come home after the summer and say I've learnt something, and I heard a rumour that we might buy a piano from Dave's aunt – I want to see the looks on their faces when I play a well known piece to them and they actually know what it is I'm playing to them!"

As I finished talking the door swung open and Shane Gray walked in. Now I'm no fangirl type, but I felt myself go weak at the knees, and was grateful I could lean on the counter I was standing behind.

"It's Jools, isn't it?" Shane asked me, and I was pleased to find I nodded without looking like a complete prat. "Cool, I'm Shane. Mitchie told me about the whole dance thing, and I don't mind teaching you some moves – have you had any previous dancing experience?"

"No, normally I don't dance at all for fear of having inherited two left feet from my mum."

"Ouch," Shane grinned, leaning on the counter also, "I have faith we can make you a dancer by the end of camp, though. You might just surprise yourself."

"I'll hold you to that. And just so you know, I bear no responsibility if I injure anyone at all."

"That's fine, Brown's insured." I remembered Mitchie telling me about how Brown Cesario, my singing teacher, was Shane's uncle and owned Camp Rock. "Oh, I spoke to Jason and Nate, they said they'd be fine with giving you extra lessons if you want." I blushed slightly, and thought for a second.

"Isn't that favouritism?"

"Not if you're completely out of your depth. If you're that behind it's basically just extra tuition."

"I'll be needing that… I'll wait until they've both seen me in class, though, then they'll know what to expect."

"You can't be as bad as I was when I first started to sing. Honestly, I sounded like nails on a chalkboard. Are you coming to Opening Night Jam?" Shane asked.

"Yes, Mitchie made me promise I'd come and 'survey the spotlight'."

"I'll see you there then."