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Description : Chapter 11 part 2Shane was also practicing. He'd been writing in his room all day. Since he'd heard that girl's song outside the mess hall, he couldn't shake it. Absentmindedly, he began to strum the song on his guitar. His strumming was interrupted by the loud shrill of his cell phone. The caller ID told him it was Nate. Putting the phone to his ear, he heard the sounds of splashing and shrieking. His bandmates were obviously enjoying themselves poolside. "So, how's my birdhouse coming?" Jason asked over the speakerphone. On the other end of the line, Shane rolled his eyes. He was not in the mood for this. "Guys--" he began. "Sorry," Nate and Jason said in unison. Another girl shrieked in the background and Shane winced. It was nothing like the soothing sounds of his mystery girls. Suddenly, Nate's words from the limo came back to him, and a smile spread across Shane's face. "About me recording with a camper--" he began. "You gotta do it, man," Nate said. "No go-backs." "Actually, I've been thinking," Shane went on, much to his bandmate's surprise. "And I think it's cool." "Man, are you feeling okay?" Nate asked. "Are you getting too much sun?" "I'm fine," Shane said. "And remember, whoever wins, no go-backs." Shane hung up before the guys could answer. "Now, I just have to find that girl from the mess hall," he said aloud to himself. Glancing out the room's window, he saw Andy practicing a dance move. Hmm....maybe he could help. Shane headed outside and made hie way over to Andy. "Hey, buddy," Shane said. "You wanna do me a favor?" Moments later, Andy was whispering Shane's message into a girls ear. "The girl with the voice," he said mysteriously. Nodding excitedly, she immediately rushed to tell her friends. By afternoon, the rumor mill was working at full tilt. Shane smiled as he walked past a group of whispering campers. His plan was working. He would get to the bottom of the mystery voice--even if it meant using his pop-star pull. If "the voice" knew Shane was looking for her, she would have to come to him, right? But then, out of nowhere a girl ran up, stopping abruptly in front of him and belting out the words to his first hit song. She finished the chorus and looked at him hopefully. Shane smiled but shook his head. Nope, not her. Another girl approached, this one with an operatic voice. Again, Shane shook his head. Soon, a line had formed in front of Shane. it seemed every girl at Camp Rock was trying out. They all wanted to be "the girl with the voice." Mitchie and Caitlyn, leaving the mess hall, stood and watched all the nervous girls practice their scales and warm up their voices. "Aren't you getting in line?" Caitlyn teased. "It's not me." Mitchie shook her head emphatically. "He's never heard me sing." How could he have? she asked silently. I don't have the guts to get up in front --I'm always just backup. To Shane's dismay, the tryouts continued. In the middle of that night, Shane was abruptly awakened by the sound of singing outside his window. The next day, working on his laptop in the mess hall, an instant message popped up with a streaming link of Ella singing. But none of these voices were the one, and Shane was beginning to get discouraged.
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