Free Camp Rock 2 by Wendy Loggia

fuming. “Everyone’s waiting.”
    â€œIt was my fault,” Nate said, swallowing.
    â€œWhy don’t you save the theatrics for the competition,” Axel told him. “We’ll talk about this later,” he said to Dana.
    â€œIt’s okay. Go. And, Nate?” She reached over and took the piece of notebook paper. “Thank you.” As she hurried away with her father, Nate pumped his fist.
    Who knew telling a girl you only liked cheese when it was on pizza could feel so awesome?

“A nd all that was left was a bloody footprint,” Gage, the Junior Rocker, was saying, holding a flashlight up under his chin. It was nighttime, and he and the other Junior Rockers were sitting in a dark cabin with Jason, telling ghost stories.
    The boys all looked at one another, shadows flickering over their faces.
    â€œLame,” Trevor said.
    â€œNot even scary,” scoffed a boy named Jamal.
    Jason gulped. Were these kids crazy? That was one of the freakiest things he’d ever heard. He cleared his throat. “So lame. Okay, let’s put the lights on and get into bed.”
    Gage looked at him. “But you called lights-out.”
    â€œLights-out?” Jason scoffed, shaking out his sleeping bag. “Who would ever want to sleep with the lights out?” He flopped down on his bunk, and the boys followed suit.
    Snap. Jason bolted up when he heard a stick crack outside. Was it a bear? A lost camper? A serial killer with a bloody footprint? “Did anybody hear that?” No one said anything. Apparently not. He lay back down, his pulse racing.
    â€œJason, do you think we’re gonna win?” Jamal asked, his voice sounding small in the dark.
    â€œTotally. You’re rock stars,” Jason told him.
    â€œBut what if they are, too?” Jamal wanted to know.
    Jason considered this. “I don’t know. I hadn’t thought that far.” He lay there, mulling it over. Then he had an idea. He sat up again. They’d need to grab their sweatshirts, shoes, bug spray … and flashlights.
    There was definitely no sneaking out without flashlights. a little while later, Jason and his Junior Rockers were zipping in and out of the bushes and trees that dotted the Camp Star landscape, trying to stay unnoticed. They were hoping to spy on the opposing camp’s rehearsal, but their plan would fail if they were discovered.
    â€œS tay low,” Jason instructed, his voice barely audible. He ducked out of the underbrush and raced to the next group of shrubs. The Junior Rockers, with branches taped to the tops of their Camp Rock baseball caps, followed. As they reached the top of a leafy slope, Jason leaped over the edge.
    â€œRoll. Roll,” he called as he slid down the hill. Then, as sticks and rocks jabbed his skin, he rethought that. “Ow! Ow! Rocks. Don’t roll. Don’t roll!” He got to his feet. “Climb down carefully,” he told the Junior Rockers, who began to tentatively make their way down.
    â€œThat’s it,” Jason whispered, encouraging them. “Watch your step.”
    In the short time they’d been together, they had come a long way. He was very proud of them.
    They reached the top of a small wall that gave them a perfect view of the Camp Star amphitheater. Even though it was past most people’s bedtime, there was major activity going on there. A crew was hard at work building a glittery set. Axel Turner was onstage barking directions. Jason spotted Luke and Tess, along with some other Star campers going through what appeared to be a rehearsal. Then, the entire stage was lit up by lasers, and Luke and Tess began to sing. They looked and sounded amazing.
    Trevor pulled out his video camera, trained it on the stage, and hit record.
    Moments later, it was time to head back.
    They needed to tell the Camp Rockers what they had seen!
    T he next morning, Mitchie and the other counselors gathered around Jason and