Still mounting his broom Beck looked around. He was going to see if some of the other people needed help but clearly they didn't need /HIS/ help because there were more fascinating players that were apparently cooler than he was. Beck was starting to question why he even signed up to volunteer for the camp to begin with. At this point it really seemed like he was needed here and looking around it seemed like the same for some of the other quidditch players.

But you know what? There was going to be words, maybe. He really didn't know. He wasn't going to be mister super nice guy right now because he wasn't the only one getting ignored. For once in his life Beck Salvatore was going to speak up because what harm would it do if he did? It was worth a shot. He held his broom at his side and cleared his throat.

"May I have your attention, this is for the students that haven't started their laps yet." Hopefully that would work to get their attention. "If you need some assistance," Who liked to call it help? If he was there age and he needed help we wouldn't admit it if it was said 'Do you need help?' nope he would have figured it out on his own. "There are other quidditch players here to assist you and to answer ANY questions that you might have. They might even give away some of their secrets." Just a reminder, they were here to help not sign autographs yet. They really needed another meet and greet for that.

That was just a little reminder, he hope no one took it the wrong way, they were all here to help and there was no sense in over loading some of these other players with all these teenagers if there were players just standing around or hovering in the air. Just helping out and trying to get things moving along.