A/N: Thank you for the reviews and alerts. I appreciate every one of them. I'm glad you're all enjoying this. Happy reading!

-Kadence

Disclaimer: Camp Rock and its characters are the property of the Disney Channel. I own nothing...I merely borrow for my amusement, as well as yours.

Chapter 3

"Miss. Madison, how nice to see you so bright and early this morning," Brown said. "Did you have a good night?"

"About the same as all the others lately," Bailey replied.

"I figured as much. But I hope they get better for you. This is a wonderful place for you to clear your head," Brown said. "So, what can I do for you this morning?"

"I hate to even ask this, and I know your nephews are going to hate me, but is it at all possible for you to confine instructors to camp too?" Bailey asked.

"Well, seeing as other than me and Dee, you four are it, that shouldn't be too hard," Brown said.

"I'm sorry to even ask, but it's just, they already asked me to leave this morning and I...lying is so hard," Bailey said. "They're asking questions, even so simple as 'where are you from' and I can't answer."

"I can't imagine how hard this is for you," Brown said. His heart hurt for the poor girl and anything he could do to try to make it easier for her, he would. "I'll let the boys know. I'll make up something about insurance liability. Besides, during the week they have classes, and there's still plenty to do here on the weekend. They've got no reason to go anywhere."

"Thank you," Bailey said.

"So how are you holding up otherwise?" Brown asked.

"I'll be fine as long as they don't ask anymore questions," Bailey said.

"Don't worry, sweetheart, you'll be fine," Brown said. "You're going to be amazing here. By the way, I meant to ask you yesterday, but with everything, it slipped my mind. Would you do a number in the Opening Jam tonight?"

"I would love to," Bailey said. "I danced yesterday when I was checking out the studio. It felt so good to slip my pointe shoes on again."

"Excellent," Brown said. "Well, off to breakfast with you, while there's still food left. And I, for one, can't wait to see you perform tonight."

"Thank you," Bailey said. "For everything."

"You are most definitely welcome," Brown replied.

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"Hey," Shane said, seeing Bailey approaching the instructors' table.

Brown had wanted the boys to be able to have their meals in peace, without the occasional gawking camper who never got used to their presence, and didn't want to boys to have to eat in their cabin to get that peace. While the table was off in a corner, and a little separate from the rest of the campers, Mitchie and Caitlyn were eating with their boyfriends, and Nate, Jason and Shane were fine with sharing the table with a few of the campers who were Mitchie and Caitlyn's friends.

"So are you dancing tonight?" Nate asked.

"I am," Bailey replied.

"Awesome," Caitlyn said. "What are you going to do?"

"I'm not sure yet," Bailey said. "I think I might do a more modern piece, like something out of Step Up or that movie with Julia Stiles movie, but kind of infuse it with some ballet."

"That's going to be so cool," Mitchie said. "I wish I could dance like that."

"Come to my class," Bailey said. "I'll teach you."

"So what are we doing today?" Shane asked.

"Well I was hoping you guys could show me around," Bailey said.

"Oh yeah, you're going to love it here," Caitlyn said. "It's so pretty."

"I love what I've seen so far," Bailey said.

"So, why don't we give you a tour after breakfast?" Nate said. And then we can go our separate ways to get ready for Opening Jam tonight."

"Sounds like a plan," Bailey said.

"Can we look at birds?" Jason asked.

"Yes Jason, we can look at the birds," Shane said, rolling his eyes.

"I swear, he's normal other than the bird thing," Nate said with a laugh.

Everyone laughed and finished up their breakfast a few minutes later.

**********

A little while later...

"Hey, who are those guys in suits back there?" Caitlyn asked, noticing to men in black suits walking around by one of the rear cabins.

"That's weird," Nate said. "Did Uncle Brown say anything about security?"

"No," Shane said.

"Maybe they're here for a camper," Jason said. "Maybe somebody famous is here."

"There is somebody famous here," Shane said. "Us."

"I know that," Jason said. "I mean like a politician's kid or something."

"Maybe," Bailey said, relieved that the subject seemed to be getting dropped. She was getting to have to tell Agent Schiff to keep his men more out of sight. That was too close.

***********

Before lunch that afternoon, the group decided to separate to rehearse for Opening Jam.

"I think our Jason has a little crush on the new dance instructor," Shane said.

"I do not," Jason said, protesting the allegation a bit to quickly.

"Dude, it's not a bad thing if you do," Nate said. "She seems like an awesome girl."

"Hey boys," Brown said. "Getting ready for tonight?"

"Yeah, we're testing a new song," Shane said.

"I can't wait to hear it," Brown said. "So listen boys, I came to see you because I needed to make a change to the rules. I know I normally let instructors off the grounds, but the insurance company wants to raise the premiums if I allow off-site excursions...something about liability issues, I don't know. So anyway, I'd appreciate it if you all could refrain from taking any trips off property. And just let Bailey know too."

"Ah, that's okay," Nate said. "It's not like we'd have much time anyway."

"Yeah," Shane said. "Besides, without Big Bob, we probably shouldn't risk going into town by ourselves anyway."

"Good point," Nate said.

"So, we're settled then?" Brown asked. "And you'll let Bailey know as well?"

"Yeah, no problem. Don't worry about it Uncle Brown," Nate said. "We won't be going anywhere without security."

"Hey, speaking of security...do you have some high profile camper this summer?" Shane asked. "Earlier we saw some guys in black suits with earwigs like Bob and Mike wear."

"Uh, yeah, one of them," Brown said, hoping the boys would buy it. "But with all the campers, I can't keep track of who it is."

"Cool," Shane said. "We were just wondering anyway."

"Uncle Brown?" Nate asked. "How much do you know about Bailey?"

"Let's see, she's 18, and I know she's an amazing dancer, and other than that she kind of plays things close to the vest," Brown replied. His nephews certainly had a lot of questions for him this afternoon. "I guess she's just shy. But, she's talented and qualified, so other than that, I don't need much else."

"I told you she's just shy," Jason said, not liking that his brothers were trying to pry information out of their uncle.

"Yeah, well, I just thought it was weird," Shane said.

"What was weird?" Brown asked.

"Bailey didn't sleep in her bed last night," Nate said. "We think she sat out on the porch all night."

"And she was crying," Shane said.

"Seriously guys, leave her alone," Jason said. "Maybe she's just a private person. And maybe she sat outside because she couldn't sleep and she was in a new place where she didn't really know anybody yet."

"Thank you Jason," Brown said. "Boys, there's really no need to worry. Please don't push her. I don't want her feeling uncomfortable."

"Okay Uncle Brown," Shane and Nate said.

"Thank you," Brown said.

"Yeah, thanks," Jason said.

"And he says he doesn't have a crush," Shane said with a smirk.

"I don't," Jason continued to insist.

"Whatever you say big bro," Nate replied.

**********

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no," Bailey said, flipping through the songs on her iPod.

Bailey had planned out a basic routine, but had yet to find the perfect song.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Caitlyn asked, as she and Mitchie entered Bailey's dance studio.

"Trying and failing to find a song for tonight," Bailey said.

"Well we were coming to find you for lunch," Mitchie said. "Maybe we can help you find something while we eat."

"I'd appreciate that," Bailey said. "Let me just throw my shorts back on and my shoes."

"Wow, you have so many dance shoes," Caitlyn said, looking at the numerous pairs in Bailey's dance bag.

"You have pointe shoes?" Mitchie said. "I've always wanted to learn that."

"Well you are in luck, Mitchie Torres, because I am planning on teaching a pointe class this summer. As long as a camper has ballet experience, and is over a certain age, because I need to make sure the ankles are developed to prevent injury, anyone is welcome," Bailey said.

"That is so cool," Mitchie said. "Thanks."

"You're welcome," Bailey said, tossing her modern shoes into the pile in her bag and slipping into her sandals. "Lunch?"

"Lunch," Caitlyn and Mitchie replied.

"So what kind of song are you looking for?" Caitlyn asked.

A/N: So, what'd you think? Also, I'm looking for songs for Bailey's dance at Opening Jam. I'm picturing a routine like from Step Up or Save the Last Dance, but I can't think of a song that would work. Any suggestions? Thanks. And thanks for reading!

Kadence