Cars and vans lined the entrance, parents hugging their kids goodbye, counselors shouting directions, and campers hauling duffel bags and instrument cases across the gravel lot. Laughter mixed with the sound of wheels rolling over stones.

At the center of it all stood Connie Torres, clipboard in hand, her warm smile welcoming each new face. She checked names off her list as campers streamed past her.

A few minutes later, another arrival made his way up the path—a boy with an easy stride and a keyboard case balanced on his shoulder. He caught sight of the camp and let out a low whistle.

The camp was filling up fast. Musicians, dancers, dreamers. All of them here for the same reason.

And somewhere down that road, Connect 3 was on their way.