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discovery, Colby had decided there was only one thing he could do—go to Brown’s office and tell him about what he had found in Mac’s trunk. Colby didn’t want to believe his friend was secretly covering Camp Rock for Celeb Beat magazine, but he had to admit the evidence was overwhelming.
    â€œNow, you’re sure?” Brown asked once Colby had stated his case. This was not good—not good at all.
    â€œI’m sure,” Colby assured Brown. “The recorder and notebook were right there in his trunk next to the guitar picks.”
    Brown shook his head in disappointment. “Well, I’ll just have to see what Mac says for himself. Thank you, Colby. You did the right thing by telling me. I know it’s hard when a friend hasn’t been truthful with you.”
    Colby nodded gloomily and headed to his guitar class.
    Picking up one of the walkie-talkies Dee had gotten them so they could communicate across camp, Brown called her up.
    â€œDee?” he said into the walkie-talkie. It crackled.
    â€œYes, Brown. Over.” Dee’s voice came through the yellow walkie-talkie.
    â€œYou don’t have to say ‘over,’ Dee. I can hear you just fine.”
    â€œOkay. Over. Oops! Sorry.” Dee apologized.
    Brown rolled his eyes good-naturedly. “Have you seen Mac this afternoon?” he asked her.
    â€œSure have. He’s at the lake,” Dee said cheerfully. “He’s out in a canoe at the moment with Caitlyn Gellar. Do you need him for something?”
    â€œCould you please ask him to come to my office immediately?” said Brown. “It’s important.”
    â€œSure thing,” said Dee. “Over and out.”
    The walkie-talkie went silent, and Brown sighed. If there was one thing he hated about being camp director, it was having to discipline campers. But if there was one thing he couldn’t have at Camp Rock, it was reporters bothering the campers and counselors.
    â€œY ou wanted to see me?” Mac said as he stood in the doorway of Brown’s office a few minutes later. His face was pale despite the fact that he’d been out in the sun. Getting called into the director’s office could mean nothing good.
    â€œYes, Mac. Come in, please,” Brown said, walking around to sit on the edge of his desk.
    Mac anxiously took a seat in front of the director.
    Brown took a deep breath. “Mac, something has recently come to my attention concerning the incident with the Celeb Beat article.” He watched for Mac’s reaction. “But before I jump to conclusions, I’d like to see if there’s anything you’d like to tell me first.”
    Mac’s face fell. His mind raced. Suddenly he remembered letting Colby get the guitar picks from his trunk. That was where he kept his tape recorder for his reporting! Colby must have told Brown Mac’s secret. And from the look on Brown’s face, he was seriously disappointed. Mac felt a wave of guilt wash over him. He had never meant for people to get hurt. . . .
    â€œI guess there is something I should tell you,” Mac said softly. He fidgeted as he tried to decide where to begin. “When I came to Camp Rock, it wasn’t necessarily because I wanted to be a rock star—or even a musician.” He paused. “It was because I wanted to be a rock journalist.”
    Brown nodded slowly, waiting to hear Mac’s story.
    Mac continued. “ Celeb Beat gave me an internship. They loved the idea that I could report from inside camp, getting the campers’ perspective and all.”
    â€œSo you wrote the article on the School Rocks concert?” Brown asked.
    Mac shook his head. “No, I just sent the editor my notes and some quotes. She wrote the article.”
    Brown was silent as he decided what to do.
    â€œAre you gonna kick me out?” Mac asked nervously.
    â€œNo, mate,” Brown said solemnly. “I haven’t kicked a