camper out yet, and Iâm not going to start now. Rock reporters are part of the music industry, and I am impressed by your drive. I understand how it could be hard to pass up such an opportunity. But I hope you understand that I canât allow you to report on Camp Rock. I want campers to feel this is a place where they can explore their musical talents and be themselves without being judged. It canât be that way if theyâre afraid of ending up in Celeb Beat magazine.â
Mac nodded. He understood. After all the negative fallout from the article, he was beginning to wonder if reporting for Celeb Beat was what he really wanted to do anyway.
âSo,â Brown continued, âIâm going to let you stay on two conditions. One, you wonât report on us for Celeb Beat anymore.â
Mac nodded.
âTwo, youâll apologize to the whole camp at the Bonfire Jamboree tonight.â
Mac gulped but nodded again. âDeal,â he said, standing to shake Brownâs hand. âIâm sorry for any trouble I caused, Brown.â
Brown slapped Mac on the shoulder. âI know you are. I remember when my friend Cameron toured with us as a reporter for Rolling Stone . Boy, some of the stuff he wrote really ticked off my band!â Brown chuckled. âWe forgave him, though. We knew there was always truth in what he wrote, and we knew he covered music because he loved it as much as we did.â
âThanks, Brown. I just hope my friends will forgive me.â
Brown thought about this as he walked Mac to the door. âI bet they will,â he said. âYou just think about what you want to say tonight at the bonfire. Remember, itâs all in the presentation.
D own by the lake, the bonfire was going strong. The reflection of its orange flames danced on the water behind the fire pit. The campers were excited. Theyâd been working on camp songs all week. That was the themeâregular summer camp songs with a rock twist. Connie had even set up a sâmores table so the campers could roast marshmallows and build their own gooey, chocolatey graham cracker sandwiches.
Now campers and counselors sat in a semicircle around the bonfire, waiting for Brown and Dee. Some of their suspicion about the Celeb Beat undercover reporter had worn off, and they were talking excitedly again.
Mac, however, was silent. He knew in a matter of minutes heâd have to tell everyone that he was the one whoâd given Celeb Beat their information. He was sure Tess and Mitchie would be furious. Not to mention Shane. He knew Colby was angry. And then there was Caitlyn. He was worried about her reaction the most.
Macâs silence hadnât gone unnoticed by Caitlyn. They were sitting next to each other on a log by the fire. Mitchie and Shane were next to them, followed by Lola, Peggy, Ella, Lorraine, and Tess. Everyone was there. Except for Colby. Heâd chosen to sit on the other side of the fire.
âAre you okay?â Caitlyn asked, eyeing Mac. âYouâre being really . . . quiet.â
âYeah,â Mac said. âIâm okay.â But, in truth, his stomach was in knots and his palms were sweaty. He was not looking forward to this.
âOkay,â Caitlyn said, jumping up. âIâm gonna make a sâmore. Anyone with me?â
âOoh! Me,â Mitchie said, also jumping up.
âYou donât have a personal assistant to make one for you?â Shane joked.
âHa-ha,â Mitchie laughed sarcastically. âDonât you know my diva days are behind me?â
âDoes that mean youâve decided to step down from the pop princess throne?â Caitlyn joked.
âI think I like being a commoner better,â replied Mitchie. Laughing, Mitchie and Caitlyn headed for the marshmallows. As they did, Brown walked up to Mac.
âYou ready?â Brown asked him.
Mac sighed heavily and stood up. âReady as Iâll ever
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