Camp Rock by Lucy Ruggles Page B

Mitchie couldn’t wait to do it again.
    In that moment, Tess appeared beside them. The air was tense as the girls waited for her to speak.
    â€œYou guys were great,” Tess said finally. She even sounded sincere.
    â€œThanks,” said Mitchie.
    â€œYeah,” seconded Caitlyn, knowing how hard those words were for Tess.
    Tess seemed uncomfortable. “So, I … uh … told Brown you guys didn’t take my bracelet,” she said, looking down at her feet.
    â€œThanks,” Mitchie said again. There was nothing left to say so Mitchie and Caitlyn left to find their family and friends. Tess stood alone.
    â€œHey, honey!” Tess heard behind her. She turned to see her mother walking toward her. “You were so good up there,” T.J. said, putting her arm around Tess.
    Tess shrugged her mother’s arm off. “You didn’t see it.”
    T.J. looked confused, then her face softened. “I did,” she said proudly. “Got the whole thing on my camera phone.”
    â€œReally?” Tess’s face brightened.
    T.J. hugged her daughter tight. “How about you tell me all about camp on my tour bus while we’re in Europe?”
    Tess pulled away, her eyes shining, “I’m going on your tour?” Her mom nodded. “I don’t want to capture all our good times on my phone.” Tess smiled wide.
    M itchie had finally found her father and mother. “Sorry you didn’t win,” Connie said, giving her daughter a big hug.
    â€œIt wasn’t about winning, Mom,” Mitchie said with a grin.
    As if on cue, Shane walked up. Mitchie gave her parents a knowing look and moved to the side, eager to hear what Shane had to say.
    â€œI guess my search is over,” he whispered, a smile lighting up his face.
    â€œDepends on what you’re looking for,” Mitchie teased. Then, because she had never officially done it, Mitchie introduced herself.
    â€œSo,” Shane went on after he introduced himself. “Up for a canoe ride later?”
    â€œI wouldn’t miss it,” answered Mitchie.
    Then they shared a smile bright enough to light up the night.
    â€œO kay, everybody!” Brown called one more time from the Camp Rock stage. “Final Jam is over. And you know what that means—the Final Jam jam session!”
    â€œLet’s kick it!” yelled Dee.
    A mix of music filled the air. It was rock and roll, pop, R&B, reggae, country, opera, folk, heavy metal—all rolled into one, just like Camp Rock.
    The campers swarmed the stage, even Mitchie and Shane. It was a full-on party, and they stood in the midst of it all, dancing and singing together. As the music swelled around them, Shane bent down and kissed Mitchie on the cheek. Blushing, Mitchie knew one thing for sure—Camp Rock rocked.