Camp Rock 2: The Final Jam Page #2

like react or wave.

Hey, guys. I'm Shane.

This is Jason and Nate.

(crowd cheers)

We know it's gonna be hard,

but just treat us

like normal campers.

Wow, I guess it's not

gonna be that hard.

BROWN:

Yeah, as I was saying,

um, we're a little

smaller this year,

and that is courtesy of our

new friends across the lake,

Camp Star,

founded, not so coincidentally,

by my out-to-destroy-me,

still-mad-that-I-kicked-him

out-of-the-group

former bandmate,

Axel Turner.

Axel Turner?

The guy who owns Star Records?

He's across the lake?

Yes, and I share your disdain,

Tess. Thank you for that.

Now, it's gonna take

some effort,

but I'm sure we can all

peacefully co-exist on the lake,

yeah?

(dramatic theme playing)

We're under attack!

BOY:

Nice.

It's full of marshmallows.

This one has chocolate.

Whoa.

Graham crackers.

Camp Rock's invited

to an opening-night bonfire.

(all cheering)

No, no, no. Absolutely not. No.

ALL (chanting):

Bonfire, bonfire, bonfire!

This is a setup.

For what I'm not sure.

Come on, Brown. It'll be fun.

You said yourself

we all need to get along, right?

And it's not just because

I haven't made dessert yet.

This is really good chocolate.

Isn't it?

(upbeat theme playing)

TESS:

One word:
wow.

This isn't a camp,

i-it's a resort.

You say that

like it's a bad thing.

All right, I got it.

Oh, I don't got it.

I think we should add this

to the uncool list.

A little help--

A little help, please.

Thank you. Ah.

See,

these are the type of things

that you can't learn

over e-mail.

Maybe we should

go back to that.

Guys, I'm not kidding.

Line up and wait for me.

Junior rockers, I'm serious.

Please wait.

Hey, what's up, guys?

I remember when I used to be

a junior rocker.

I-Is that a camera, bud?

Don't touch it.

What, you think I'm gonna drop

it in the water?

And if you thought that,

I guess you'd be right.

You dropped it, Curly.

You swim for it.

Yeah. Um...

Brown, my man. Long time.

Hi, I'm Connie.

Hi.

Listen, Axel, I don't actually

know what your plan is--

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

A breath and a step.

I'm beginning to remember

why I left the band.

Left the band.

You l-- You left the band?

That is so rich. Is that what

you're telling people?

You, my friend, have got to stop

living in the past.

I'm trying to reach out

to you here.

Reach out? Reach out by driving

me out of business. I love it.

There's no reason why we both

can't be successful.

We both have our niche.

Niche?

Camp Star is dedicated

to producing

the superstars of tomorrow.

And, uh, what's your place

about again?

Encouraging kids

in their love of music, Axel.

Ah.

Like I said,

room for both of us.

Y-You know,

just to be clear,

he did not leave the band.

We kicked him out.

I know, I know.

It's okay.

We kicked him out.

SHANE:

Question:
What do you say

you and I break away later

and I finally take you

on a first date?

Answer:

I'd like that.

MAN:

Check, check. One, two.

Check, check.

One, two. Check, check, check.

Wow.

I know, right?

That's all I've been saying

since I got off the boat.

Come on.

Ready?

We really shouldn't be here.

It's so obvious this guy's just

doing this to get back at Brown.

First, he tries to take down

the White Crows,

and now Camp Rock.

What is that?

Hot chocolate. They're handing

it out free when you walk in,

plus you get to keep the mug.

What?

There's no way I'm staying

at this bonfire.

Hey, pouty boy.

You better hurry.

The bonfire's

about to start.

You know, we should probably

go take our seats.

I think they're about to start.

Mm-hm.

Don't mock.

I'm not.

Yes, you are.

Okay, just a little bit.

Ah.

Look, they actually have

a real Wardrobe department

with incredible fabric.

And they let me make this.

Uh-oh. I think I just sewed

my scarf to my bra.

So I thought this was supposed

to be a campfire.

You know, singing,

telling stories, an actual fire.

Everybody have a seat.

(crowd cheering)

I'm Axel Turner.

And I'd like to welcome

all you rockers,

and my dear, old friend,

Brown Cesario--

Yeah, Brown! Whoo!

--to Camp Star!

(dramatic music playing)

Go, Brown!

But you all don't wanna hear

a speech from me.

You wanna get to what a campfire

is really all about:

singing.

Hey, that's what you just said.

You're twins. Ha-ha-ha!

So does anyone have anything

they'd like to play?

Camp Rockers, don't be shy.

(crowd chattering)

Well, we'll go,

if nobody else wants to.

(crowd cheering)

This song is about me

and a friend of mine.

(playing soft acoustic music)

We're like a melody

With no words

Until we figure it out

We sing

"La, la, la, la, la, la"

I know it's simple, yeah

But it's worked

Right up till now

'Cause up till now, yeah

Every day's been like

A dream world

Oh, but now you're not

Just in my head

Oh, no

Will we remember

Different summers?

It's like tossing your heart

To see where it lands

Heads is easy

Tails is harder to plan

If we're starting

All over again

And again and again

Oh, you know that I can't help

But wonder

What's gonna happen next

I'm a little curious

Oh, yeah

Every star

That I stood under

When you were under it too

Did you ever think about us?

I hope you did

'Cause I can tell you

That's something

I'll never forget

I won't forget

If we remember

Different summers

It's like tossing your heart

To see where it lands

Heads is easy

Tails is harder to plan

If we're starting

All over again

Only friends

Just beginning

But I hope

That we find it again

So we can

Go from here

Oh

Will we remember

Different summers?

It's like tossing your heart

To see where it lands

Heads is easy

Tails is harder to plan

If we're starting

All over again

Oh-oh

Again and again

And again and again

Again and again and again

Will we remember

Different summers?

(crowd cheering)

Whoo!

That was sweet.

But I guess it's time

for Camp Star to answer.

And, heh, my apologies

if we embarrass ourselves.

We-- We're kind of new at this.

(hip-hop music playing)

Nobody's gonna wanna

Get next to me

'Cause they know

They know

I take what's mine

And won't let it go

Doesn't matter

How you approach the scene

Just hope

Just hope

You're everything and more

When you hit the door

I dare you

To challenge me

You'll be begging

For mercy, please

Just watch

I'll give you something

To follow

'Cause I've been waitin'

So patiently

To let the

Fire come out in me

I'm what you're up against

Just letting you know

I keep giving you

The fire

I'm gonna heat it up

Under my control

Here's the night

That you've been waitin' on

Fire

I'm gonna light it up

Gotta make it hot

The stage is mine

I'll set it on

The king is gone

And no one can take his crown

So brave

So brave

They can't cool me off

When I hit the stage

Burning hot, the spotlight

Just spelled my name

I feel famous

Famous

The crowd cheers me on

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