I finished the song and more people cheered. I smiled and played a few more songs until a guy with a megaphone called for attention.
I hastily put my guitar back in its case and followed the three girls to numerous benches and listened to the councilor talk about how wonderful it was for us to be here. I paid little attention to him, other counselors in groups of two were grouping around him, each holding a piece of paper on it with a random number on it. I scanned through the faces until I saw Hero, she had cabin five and was rooming with another blonde.
I scanned through the faces again and my eyes landed on Polaroid, he smiled at me and then tuned back into what the guy was saying. The guy- Major- started calling out the numbers. Each councilor tired to be funny and present their cabin as something better than all the others. Hero and the other girl shook the paper high in the air and screamed, "CABIN FIVEEE!!!!!"
I watched and laughed as numerous counselors continued their little gigs, Polaroid and his roommate both looked at each other, screamed, threw the paper in the air and screamed "CABIN EIGHTEEN!" then fell to the ground.
A few others went and then Carrie elbowed me. "Which cabin are you in?" She whispered.
"Eighteen." I whispered. I watched as two guys fell over from an unsuccessful piggyback ride.
"What?!" Carrie hissed. "That's a guy cabin!"
"I know, Hero said I'd be in eighteen for at least a night. What cabin are you in?"
"Five, how do you know Hero?"
"She helped me and Polaroid when we figured out I was placed in the wrong cabin."
"CAMPERS," Major bellowed into the megaphone, "FIND YOUR CABINS!"
I sighed as I got up and smiled to Carrie, Marcelene, and Alexandra. I slowly walked over to Polaroid and was (surprisingly) the first camper there. A few guys cautiously walked over as I talked to Polaroid, he was one of the councilors in Rock Star and said he'd help me with whatever I needed.
"Alright boys, and my lady, to the cabin!" the other councilor declared.
There were five other campers. Each extremely attractive. I bit my lip and followed. One in particular hung back with me a little, he smiled at me and had a mischievous glint in his eyes.
"What's a pretty little thing like you doing in a guy cabin?" he asked.
I shrugged. "I must've been misplaced."
He chuckled. "You're too precious to misplace. Name's Hunter."