a/n; do not own anything except for this story and the characters I created. this story is going to be a bit farfetched, so bear with me. also, I may not be the best writer. sorry!
Chapter One
For the record, this whole thing started pretty quickly. One second I'm posting Youtube videos of me messing around and singing with my friends from the comfort of my Chicago home, and the next I'm on a first class flight to Los Angeles. Apparently, one of the producers for this show, Big Time Rush, saw one of my videos and wanted to cast me for some role on the show. Which is why I am currently on a plane, sipping Dr. Pepper and listening to Come Around Sundown (Kings of Leon, if you didn't already know) on repeat.
"Would you like some more Dr. Pepper, sweetie?" The annoyingly perky flight attendant asks me. It sounds like she's talking to a seven year old child, not a seventeen year old teenager.
Trying to repress the urge to roll my eyes, I force my self to smile. It probably came out more like a grimace. "No thank you." I say, as politely as I can.
I, Allison Reese Matthews, (or Alli, as I'd rather be called) am not the nicest girl in the world, but I'm definitely working on it. One, so I don't mess this whole Nickelodeon thing up, and two, because I'm going to be living with my aunt while I'm filming. Did I mention that I haven't seen said Aunt since I was two years old? Who the fu-hell remembers anything they did when they were two? Not me.
Basically, all I know about this aunt is that her name is Sharon, she's ten years younger than my father, and she's not exactly 'parental material' (my father's words, not mine). As long as she stays out of my way, we'll get along fine.
As I lean back in my comfy chair, I suddenly remember that I was supposed to be watching episodes of the show on my iPod during the flight. According to the woman my mother hired as my agent, it will give me a good idea of 'what I'll be working with'. The last thing I want to do is spend a three and a half hour flight watching some kids show, but then again, my wants didn't really matter anymore.
I didn't even want to do this show in the first place. If my little sister hadn't whined all day and all night about how 'Big Time Rush was her favowite show' and how amazing it would be to see 'Awwi on the telebision', I most definitely would be at home, eating cheese puffs on the couch and watching Keeping Up With The Kardashians on On Demand.
I turn on my iPod, tap the Videos icon and scroll through the list of the episodes of the first season. Putting my ear buds in my ears, I select the first episode, Big Time Audition, and began to watch.
Six episodes later, the same irritating flight attendant tapped me on the shoulder. "We're going to be landing soon, so please turn off all electronics." She says, giving me a smile.
As soon as she turns to collect some trash from the people seated across the aisle from me, I roll my eyes and turn off my iPod. The show was alright. It managed to get a few laughs from me, and the four Big Time Rush boys weren't bad looking. I pull out my ear buds and toss my iPod into my purse.
Since we were landing soon, I decide I may as well try and make myself look presentable. Pulling out the compact mirror my mother forced me to take before I left, I examine myself in the mirror. Same old Alli. Curly, almost-black, hair that falls right past my shoulders. Green eyes, a bit darker than celery. Thin face. Beauty mark on the left side of my chin. I smile at my reflection, which looks more like me baring my teeth. One dimple in my right cheek. Closing the mirror, I shrug.
I look good enough for a first meeting with the cast. Right after I land at LAX, a driver will receive me. He's going to drive me to Paramount Studios where I will go and meet the cast. I guess aunt Sharon will pick me up on the lot, after we're done.
As I look past my neighbor to see the clouds disappear as we land, I can't help but feel a little bit of something in the pit of my stomach. Excitement.