Tuesday began early. (Every day begins early, yo.) One of my duties since Rock Camp L.A.’s inception has been to greet the campers as they arrive for the day. I get to Camp early, grab a coffee and a snack – breakfast of champions – and head down to the parking lot and welcome the campers and the adults dropping them off.

 

“Welcome” isn’t a strong enough word. “Greeter” isn’t a strong enough description. How shall I put this? Like this: I am “Greet-or, Viking Goddess” each and every morning of Rock Camp. I sing to the campers. I high-five the campers. I sing to and high-five their dropper-offers. It’s a lot of flippin’ energy and I freakin’ love it! For this one week each year, I am a morning person. And I express it. Loudly.

 

Anyhoo, the day moved along through instrument instruction for the older girls and then the younger girls. By lunch, I was totally dragging. That’s when a couple of volunteers started making up a song and singing it to the campers as they passed through our Vocal Instruction room on their way to the outside eating area. I and a few other volunteers joined in and we did our best to sing to each and every girl. Our little ditty went something like this: “Get your lunch on! Get your lunch on! Get your lunch on! Get your lunch on, Girl!” It reads lifeless, but trust me. It was vibrant and full of energy. It actually woke me up and kept me going for hours. Sans coffee. Then again, it could have been the lunchtime entertainment that revved the engines. Lost Notes, yo!

 

 

The rest of the day went by pretty smoothly. There was band practice, a self-defense workshop and time for the bands to work on their logos and songs.

 

And just like that, day two was over. There were highs. There were lows. There were in-betweens. This is life, after all. It just happens to be life during one magical, beautiful, amazing, loving week.

 

I can hardly wait for day three.

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