A/N:Yeah! Finally decided to start something new. Supernatural stories can go on hold. :) It's about my favourite band in the world and what it feels like being pushed around by others. I wrote something similar to this as an #imagine on my Twitter page, but never got on to finishing it. Enjoy. :P

DISCLAIMER: I would probably be in Los Angeles if I own Big Time Rush, and possibly become Mrs. Henderson. But that's the dream I could only chase. Which is still impossible.


Prologue:

Elizabeth Alaughy gazed her eyes among the long queue in front and behind of her, all of them anxiously waiting to meet four youngest, most talented guys in the music industry, also known as Big Time Rush. They are here in London, England for their annual Christmas tour and they happen to pick the music store closest to the girl's home. The band is currently so called the 'it' band and most of the school kids can't stop talking about them, especially girls.

However, in Elizabeth's eyes, they meant a whole new meaning for her. To her, they are inspirations, angels sent down from Heaven with a purpose. They taught her that there is nothing impossible one could do to her. In fact, because of them, Elizabeth is able to overcome old challenges and made a better step each day, gaining even more confidence in life.

Yeah, lots of people may bully her from time to time, but that's normal. She's not going to give up THAT easily. People may call her a 'nerd' or a 'loser', but after listening to 'Cover Girl', she learnt to accept the fact that people are just jealous of her. But more importantly,

This was the first time she have had a crush on someone, let alone four people all at one go.

This is it, she thought to herself as her heart hammers itself against her ribcage, trying to force its way out. It's now or never, and she was at a close distance between her and her idols. She clutched her "Elevate" album close to her chest, trying to calm her breath down by breathing in and out slowly.

Going up the stairs seemed as if she was walking off a plank in a pirate ship, and she thought she was going into a coma the moment her eyes made contact with them. They look similar in the CD's as well as the television show, but even more majestic and nicer in real life.

Elizabeth stammered about what she wants to say. Unlike all the other girls around the world, Elizabeth never screamed for attention from the boys, but instead stuttered and said, "Hi."

"Hello there, you look beautiful. What's your name?" the boy on the extreme left, Kendall Knight, did a little 'presidential' wave and gave out a bright and charming smile.

Everything that Elizabeth have written down and practiced in front of the mirror seemed to drift away from her ears. She stood there, smiling like a Chesire cat before replying with a small nod, "I'm Elizabeth. It's nice to meet you."

Carlos Garcia took her CD and was the first one who signed it, before passing on to James Diamond, "For a girl, you look and act different than the other girls," he edged closer towards Elizabeth's side of the table, "Are you an alien girl?"

Her lips form a single line as a question mark pops out from her head, but she decided to take that as a complement, "Ugh, yeah. I guess."

"AWESOME!" James and Carlos yelled in unison, before clapping their hands together in brotherhood.

"Sorry about that, Elizabeth. My friends can sometimes be a bit… weird," Logan Mitchell took the CD from James and began writing a short message for one of his fans. Elizabeth sighed, "That's all right. I've been teased constantly. It comes naturally for me."

For awhile, Logan looked up at Elizabeth, letting out a small smile, before finishing up his message. As it turns out, he wrote the longest.

And finally, it is Kendall's turn. Elizabeth's stomach is filled with butterflies flying in record speeds, bumping everywhere in it. She couldn't contain her excitement, "Well, last one's for me. Man, you guys take up too much space!" the other boys laughed at Kendall's sarcastic remark, letting out a little slip of laughter from the girl itself.

Kendall began scribbling what he was supposed to do, "You know, they are right. You are special," but then he did something that he was not supposed to do; he wrote his phone number on the CD case, "call me sometime, yeah?"

Elizabeth smiled as if she won a jackpot. A CD with all four autographs and a phone number from Kendall, which is even more than what she herself has expected to receive. This is a wonderful Christmas present she has ever received. She looked at the crowd, and behind her. Girls were whispering among themselves, faces full of jealousy and selfishness, but she didn't really bother and walked down the stage after hugging and thanking the boys for giving her some autographs.

She was only sixteen years old.