AN: Here it is, the final chapter! Again, I just wanted to thank all of you who read and/or reviewed any of the chapters in this story. I know I've said this many times before, but you guys really are the best readers/reviewers anyone could ever get, and this chapter is dedicated to all of you. Since this is the last very chapter (and I'm crying as I'm writing this), I hope you like reading the last one just as much as the first. As always, it'll be a little bit longer before I post the first chapter of my new story, coming soon to computers everywhere.

Chapter 42: Epilogue

5 years later…

"And they all lived happily ever after," Mitchie said aloud, as she smiled to herself.

"Did they really, Mommy?" Mitchie's 3-year-old daughter Callie asked, her eyes wide and full of anticipation. She waited for her mother's answer.

"Yes, sweetie," Mitchie said, glancing at her daughter and smiling. Callie had her father's personality, outgoing and always full of surprises. She had her father's dark, wavy hair, but her mother's eyes. And she already showed signs of having musical ability, singing whenever and wherever she could. Even on the dinner table, or in her bedroom in front of her stuffed animals, whether singing into a turkey baster or a hairbrush, pretending it was a microphone.

"Are they here yet?" Callie said impatiently, bouncing up and down in her seat.

Mitchie looked at her watch, then said, "Almost, honey. Daddy's picking them up and they'll be here soon. Why don't we sing that song again?"

"YAY!" Callie shouted, getting up and singing as loud as she could. Mitchie laughed and watched her daughter wow the crowd, even if she was the only one listening.

Midway through her song, Callie's eyes nearly popped out of her head. "DADDY!" Callie forgot what she was doing, and made a beeline for the door.

"Callie, that was great!" Shane picked his daughter up and swung her around, as Callie giggled. "Only problem is, you can't just stop singing when you're in the middle of a song. One day, your fans won't like it."

"Shane," Mitchie began. "She's only 3. She's not going to have fans anytime soon."

"Not if we can help it," Nate said, coming in with Caitlyn and Jason and Ella. "Guys, why don't you help your uncle and aunt with their things?"

"No way!" Nate's son Nick, who was 5 years old, and who looked exactly like a younger version of his father, said aloud. "Have you felt how heavy that suitcase is? What do they have in there?"

"My birdhouse!" Jason said, just as Ella said, "My lipgloss!"

Jason and Ella's daughter, Madison Grace, who was 2 years old and looked like a younger version of her mother, except she had her father's dark, curly hair, just stared at all of them, too shy to speak. Callie danced around her, singing the whole time, not caring who was watching.

Nate gave Nick a stern look, and Nick did as he was told.

"Wait, don't touch that!" Ella said, unzipping the suitcase and whipping out a lipgloss. "Madison, sweetie, come here. I think this shade will look great on you!"

Madison obeyed, as Caitlyn snorted. "Um, Ella, don't you think she's a little too young to be wearing lipgloss?"

"It's never too early. I tried on lipgloss when I was a baby. My mom put some on me, and said I looked like a beautiful angel, and I have pictures to prove it," Ella said defensively, as Jason was busily telling Madison all about his birdhouse. She went back to applying different shades on her daughter. "And anyway, I let Tess and Peggy try on my lipgloss all the time."

"Speaking of Tess and Peggy, what are they up to now?" Jason asked. "Are they still with that back-up dancer and Zack?"

"Tess is kind of on-again, off-again with her guy," Ella said. "Last time we talked, I think she was off-again. But they'll make up sooner or later. He really likes her, but sometimes she can be…you know, Tess. And Peggy, she and Zack realized that they were only dating just to make Tess mad. They dated for a while, but now they're still really good friends. We all get together every once in a while, so it's cool that we keep in touch."

Nate and Caitlyn listened to Ella and Jason, glanced at each other, and smiled.

"Hey, Nick," Shane said, changing the subject as Nick came back. "Want to play with Cocoa?" (AN: I know Cocoa died when the JB were on tour, but since it's Shane's house, I thought I'd name the dog Cocoa. Speaking of dogs, isn't Nick's Elvis the cutest little puppy you've ever seen? If you don't know who I'm talking about, Nick got a golden retriever puppy for his 16th birthday, and he named him Elvis, after 2 of his favorite musicians, Elvis and Elvis Costello).

"Yeah!" Nick said. "I wish I had a dog just like yours."

"If we did, you'd be the one to clean up after it," Caitlyn said. She shuddered. "All that hair, and ticks, and…it'd be a mess!"

"Your mother's right, Nick," Nate said. "Plus you'd have to feed him, wash him, clean up after him, walk him, make sure he doesn't get loose or chew on my shoes or socks…"

"I get it, Dad," Nick said. "Can I go see Cocoa?"

"Nick…" Nate reminded his son. "What do we say?"

"Please, Uncle Shane?" Nick pleaded.

Shane smiled. "Of course you can. Cocoa's probably in the backyard, sniffing around."

"Thanks Uncle Shane!" Nick said happily as he ran outside. Moments later, they heard barking and Nick laughing.

"Boys and their dogs," Shane said. "They're inseparable."

"Like me and my lipgloss," Ella said, as Jason added, "And me and my birdhouse."

"Callie?" Mitchie tried to get her daughter's attention. Callie looked towards her mother.

"Mom, I need to practice. I'm going to be on Broadway!" Callie announced.

"Callie, what was that song you were singing?" Nate said, interested.

"It's a song Mommy used to sing. Wanna hear it?" Callie said.

"Yeah!" Nate said encouragingly. Callie sang for him.

This is real, this is me
I'm exactly where I'm

Supposed to be now

Gonna let the light shine on me

Now I've found who I am
There's no way to hold it in
No more hiding who I want to be
This is me

Do you know what it's like
To feel so in the dark
To dream about a life
Where you're the shining star

Even though it seems
Like it's too far away
I have to believe
In myself, it's the only way

This is real, this is me
I'm exactly where I'm

Supposed to be now

Gonna let the light shine on me

Everyone clapped as Callie finished her performance.

"Callie, that was amazing!" Nate said, stunned by her performance. "You really have your parents' talent!"

"You really think so, Uncle Nate?" Callie said, knowing she rocked.

"Yeah, the label has to hear this," Nate said, whipping out his cell. "If you keep this up, you might get a record deal when you're 8. Just like I did."

"No way," Shane said, stopping him. "You saw what happened when I was 18, how fame went straight to my head and I was the biggest jerk on the planet. I don't want Callie to end up like me."

"She won't," Mitchie said, grasping her husband's arm. "If she's anything like her dad, she'll turn out just like he did. She'll be a talented, yet non-conceited, non-egotistical popstar who'll continue taking the world by storm."

"Actually," Nate said. "Our label's thinking about hiring new talent. Younger talent. They like the idea of having a boyband, but I get the feeling they think we're too old to keep performing like we have."

"Yeah?" Jason asked, coming back into the conversation. "And who could ever replace us?"

"I don't know, I've never heard of them," Nate muttered. "Some band called the Jonas Brothers. They're three brothers from New Jersey, who apparently every teen girl thinks she's in love with. They're getting bigger by the second. I just hope Joe, the middle brother, doesn't get a big head, since he shares lead vocals with the youngest brother in the band, Nick. And there's another brother to take over if one of them ever drops out, or decides to become a movie actor, or music producer, or whatever…It'll be a few years yet, but Frankie, the youngest brother – he just turned 8 – will end up joining the band. It's in his blood. Their parents were musicians, and so are they. "

"Oh yeah, I heard about them too," Jason said. "I heard the oldest brother, his name's Kevin, is awesome at playing guitar. Maybe I'll challenge him to a Guitar Hero III duel. I'm sure I could take him easy. I'm the Guitar Hero III champion of the world!"

Callie watched as her parents laughed with her aunts and uncles. They weren't really her aunts and uncles, since both her parents were only children, but since they were her parents' best friends and bandmates, she'd grown up calling them her uncles and aunts. She grew bored as the attention turned away from her, so she ran off and found Nick.

"Nick, want to hear me sing?" Callie asked her cousin.

"Sure, Callie. What do you want to sing?" Nick said, secretly wishing he could sing as boldly as Callie could.

"How about Play My Music?" Callie suggested. "Your dad loves that song, doesn't he?"

"Yeah, he does," Nick said, going over to the keyboards and playing a little. They sang together, as their parents came over, followed by Jason, Ella, and Madison.

"Nick, you were great!" Caitlyn squealed, as his father looked stunned.

"Thanks, Mom," Nick said, blushing.

"Son, that was…incredible. I didn't know you could sing like that," Nate admitted.

"I didn't either," Nick admitted. "I just practiced piano, because I saw you do that, and I guess…it just comes naturally. You're a singer, so maybe…I'm a singer too…"

"YEAH!" Jason said excitedly. "You and Callie could start a band. But you'll need to find a guitar player. Maybe Madison can pick it up, when she gets older."

"No way!" Ella protested. "Madison is NOT going to ruin her fingers and get those guitar calluses that you have on your hand. She's going to have the best manicures money can buy."

"They need a guitar player, and Madison can join them," Jason countered. "And anyway, if I can play guitar, I'm sure Madison will rock at it too."

Jason and Ella argued as Nate and Caitlyn looked faintly amused, then Nate said, "Nick, would you want to learn to play guitar?"

"Yeah," Nick admitted. "I'd like that." Nick secretly wanted more time with his dad, since he was always working, but his dad was always busy.

"I can show you right now, if you'd like," Nate said. "Shane, you still got our guitars?"

"Dude, you and Jason practically lived at my place. Of course I have your old guitars. And mine too. Let's rock!" Shane said, as Mitchie, Caitlyn, Ella, and the kids followed them.

In the music room…

"OK, just hold the guitar like this," Nate instructed his son. "Watch how I play the chords." Nate showed Nick several times, as Nick tried to follow along. Nick caught on quickly, and was soon playing the chords like his dad.

"Now, the song goes like this," Nate said, calling out the chords as he played them slowly. Nick followed along, and soon Nate picked up the tempo. Nick followed easily, as Nate looked impressed.

"You were born for this, Nick," Nate couldn't believe it. Nick picked it up faster than he ever had.

"He's got an ear for music, and he got it from me," Caitlyn smirked, as Nate pretended to look hurt. "Right, Caitlyn. And I'm that guy Nick Jonas from the Jonas Brothers band." Nate downed a Red Bull as Jason called out, "Let's rock and roll!"

The guys rocked on their guitars, as Nate played keyboards, Nick played guitar, and Callie sang with her Uncle Shane. When it was over, Mitchie and Ella clapped loudly, and Caitlyn was busy recording it on her video camera.

"That was awesome, guys!" Mitchie said, as Shane came over and started kissing her. They wrapped their arms around each other and started making out.

"Mom! Dad!" Callie said, covering her eyes.

"Yeah, that rocked!" Ella cheered as Jason came over and made out with his wife.

"EWW!!" Callie said, as Madison looked absolutely revolted by her parents' PDA.

Not to be outdone, Nate came over and kissed Caitlyn.

"Mom! Dad! That's disgusting!" Nick said, pretending to hurl.

The adults pulled away from each other, and smiled.

"Hey, future Camp Rockers, let's hear that again," Shane suggested, trying to get the kids' minds off their parents kissing. "1…2…1,2,3,4!" Everyone started playing as Shane continued to count the beats out, and they all had a great time, even Cocoa, who barked along and ran in circles around them.

The End…or is it?

AN: Soooo…what'd you think? Was it good? Bad? Tell me, 'cuz I don't know what you think. I'm hoping to break 500 reviews, but that's 22 reviews away, and I'm averaging about 8-10 for the past few chapters, so I don't think that's going to happen .

And I want to take another vote. I'm deciding whether to write a sequel to this (kind of like a Camp Rock: The Next Generation), where the kids meet at Camp Rock, and meet new friends, and go through many of the same things as they did. Or I could write a story about the Jonas Brothers, Demi, Alyson, etc., and what it's like during filming Camp Rock (like what they do when the cameras aren't rolling). Or I could write a story about Maya (Nick's best friend), and what it's like to be Nick's best friend (growing up, having her best friend shoot to superstardom and have millions of fans worldwide, and tagging along as Nick and his brothers deal with rumors and obsessed fans, etc.). Or I could do the last one, but write it like Maya would if she were writing in her diary. What do you think I should write about? I'm pretty evenly split on all of them. I'll go with whatever you guys choose the most. You don't even have to review (but I'd really appreciate it if you would), just tell me what you think I should write about (or what you'd like to read, what you'd like to see, etc.).