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“They’re holding back,” Mitchie said, watching the afternoon rehearsals from the sound booth. “Look at the Juniors. They’re playing perfectly, but there’s no fire.”

Mitchie stood, brushing off her shorts. “Come on, rock star. We’ve got kids to inspire.” The Final Jam was Camp Rock’s biggest night. Every session, the campers formed bands, wrote originals, and performed for bragging rights and a golden guitar pick. But this year, something was off. camp rock.2

“What?” she said.

A whistle cut across the lake. Tess Tyler—now Tess Parker, married to Jason, of all people—was waving from the dining hall porch. “Meeting in five! Final concert run-through!” “Come on, rock star

Shane exhaled. “He’s going to be a problem.” But this year, something was off

Rosa walked to the piano. Her hands shook. She placed the sheet music—Liam’s pristine arrangements—on the floor. Then she closed her eyes and played the song about her grandma’s garden. It was rough. She forgot the lyrics twice. Her voice cracked on the high note.