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Twist and Shout
By Katschke, Judy
I'm so psyched! Ashley and I have been at Camp Rock 'n' Roll for two whole weeks. And here's the best part: We have two whole weeks left to go.
Camp Rock 'n' Roll is an all-girls camp in Pennsylvania. We're here to learn all about putting together a rock band. I've already made really cool friends -- friends like Lark Maitland. Lark and I share all kinds of things: Bunk Elvis, for instance (all the bunks are named after rock stars) -- and a serious love of soccer!
Today, before we headed over to the camp barbecue, Lark and I worked up an appetite on the soccer field. She has an awesome kick.
"Wow," I said as I watched her ball disappear over the trees.
"Where do you think it landed?" Lark asked, shading her brown eyes with her hand.
"Probably on the barbecue grill," I said. "I think I just heard a sizzle."
"Omigosh! The barbecue!" Lark exclaimed. "What if they already ran out of watermelon?"
"That would be the pits," I joked.
We ran to the barbecue so fast, Lark's long dark hair bounced on her shoulders. Halfway there, she stopped. "I almost forgot," she said. "I have something for you."
She held up her arm to show me the studded leather bracelet I'd given her. "You made me a friendship bracelet in arts and crafts," she said. "So I made you one, too!" She reached into the pocket of her jeans, then dropped a bracelet with silver and turquoise beads into my hand.
"It's awesome!" I said. I slipped the bracelet on my wrist. "Thanks, Lark."
It's still hard to believe that Lark and I are friends. I've never known anyone who was rock royalty before. Lark's dad, Rodney Beecham, is a world-famous rock star with a huge mansion in England and a gazillion platinum records. But Lark is totally down-to-earth. We have tons of stuff in common. We both love sports, soggy cornflakes, and wearing sneakers all the time.
At the barbecue, Lark and I joined my sister, Ashley, and our other bunk mate, Janelle Chow, on the grass. Janelle's spiky black hair was stuffed into a backward baseball cap. She looked totally metal in her black shirt and studded bracelets. The only thing missing was her electric guitar.
"Hamburger," Janelle mumbled as she stared at her paper plate. "Hot dog... root beer... coleslaw...
I stared at Janelle. Why was she acting so weird? "Potato salad," Janelle kept mumbling. "Lemonade... barbecue sauce..."
"Janelle, what are you doing?" I finally asked.
"I was just thinking up more names for our band," Janelle said. "How about the Dill Pickles?"
Everyone at Camp Rock 'n' Roll is in a three-girl band. Lark sings and plays tambourine. Ashley and Janelle play electric guitar. I play a mean set of drums -- well, more like four jumbo tin cans, three upside-down pails, and two aluminum buckets. My drums may look funky, but once I get the beatwatch out!
Janelle, Lark, and I are in a band we've been calling Crush. But before that it was The Diva Dollz, Xtreme -- even Atomic Pizza!
"You guys change your band name more than most people change their socks!" Ashley joked.
"Let's stick with Crush, Janelle," I said. "The Dill Pickles' sounds like some cartoon show."
"Fine with me," Janelle said. She picked up a corncob. "Now I can concentrate on the Battle of the Bands!"
The Battle of the Bands is the highlight of camp.
The contest includes four different categories: harmony, vocals, choreography, and songwriting...Continues...
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