Hi everyone!

I can't get this idea out of my head, so I've been writing on this for several days.

I hope you like this story...

Disclaimer: I don't own Big Time Rush or anything you might find familiar. I only own my OC, Ryan.

"Are you worth your weight in gold?

'Cause you're behind my eyelids when I'm all alone.

Hey stranger, I want ya to catch me like a cold,"

I stepped nervously into the room in front of the judges that saw me dance my heart out moments ago.

I had to get this job, I just had to. This was all I've ever wanted and it comes down to this.

Years upon years of hard work, sweat, and blood have brought me to this point. I've been dancing since I was three.

Temptation made me want to quit. Devotion and pure ambition made me continue this journey. My feet were blistered and sore as hell, but I loved it. The pain of being able to move my feet to the perfect tempo was most definitely worth it.

My parents said I wouldn't make it.

My friends said 'go ahead and try, but don't be disappointed'; it was an honor to make it this far.

I had faith, but it only went so far.

There were 46 other girls waiting to know if they would be chosen to be a dancer for a famous band. I hadn't heard of them until I saw the poster hanging in the theater, looking for girls like me. This was supposed to be their 'biggest and best' tour yet. There were thousands of girls that tried out. Of the 50 that made it this far, 9 were chosen. One spot remained.

The judges looked me up and down, whispering words amongst themselves. I've never felt so exposed or nervous before. I wanted this. I needed this.

"Miss Avery," a woman with choppy, short black hair spoke my name softly.

Oh no, they're trying to let me down gently. Come on Ryan, you can take it.

I bit my lip, "Y-yes?"

I felt like she could sense the cold sweat starting to form on my brow. Her face was stone-cold serious. She glanced back at the other judges, and then back at me.

I stood there in anticipation, trying to steady my breathing. I ran a hand through my light brown hair and let out a nervous exhale.

The judge's face brightened up, and she parted her lips to speak. "Congratulations, you've made it,"

I broke down to my knees and tears formed in my golden-brown eyes. Happy tears of course, this was exactly what I came here for. All I wanted to do was get out of this room and go pack my belongings.

I wanted out of this town, out of this state.

"Thank you so much," I wiped a few stray tears off my face and got back on my feet.

The receptionist in the hall gave me a ticket for my plane ride, the address of my new apartment, and information on when rehearsal started. It was all-expense paid.

I was going to Los Angeles.

I slept almost the whole plane ride. It wasn't my first time on a plane, so I felt pretty comfortable with flying.

The stewardess woke me up as the plane was landing. I stretched, trying not to punch my neighbors in the face. Success!

I grabbed my bag out of the overhead compartment and put my black leather purse on my shoulder. I stepped off of the plane and into a crowed and busy LAX.

I looked around, trying to find out where I was supposed to go. From what I knew, I was supposed to have someone 'official' picking me up to go to my apartment. Too bad I didn't know who.

I walked around the small area I was let into. I frowned as every face walked by in a rush, almost in a blur.

"Hey!" someone shouted, running up to me.

I looked ahead to see a tall, blonde boy sprinting towards me. He was wearing a green flannel and a gray beanie. The first thing that I noticed is that his eyebrows were very thick and dark. He was kind of cute.

"I recognized your picture, I'm supposed to take you to the Palm Woods," That's what the place is called...

I nodded and he just looked a little confused. "I'm Kendall Knight," he said. I just looked at him indifferently and he added, "I'm in the band,"

"Oh!" I said, feeling really dumb. My face flushed a light pink shade, and I wanted to face-palm so badly. "Well, I'm Ryan Avery," I extended my hand.

He took it and smiled. "It's refreshing to finally meet someone who isn't an obsessive fan,"

"Thanks?" I said almost like it was a question.

He just chuckled a little bit as I let go of his hand. "Here, I'll take that," he reached for my black suitcase.

"Oh, no you don't have to," I shook my head.

He smiled down at me, "What kind of a gentlemen would I be if I made you carry this?"

I grinned a little. People here are much nicer than back home, that's for sure.

We walked outside, only for the sky to be lit by tiny stars and a crescent-shaped moon. I checked my watch, and it was almost 9 o'clock. Kendall piled my stuff into a red minivan and pulled into a parking lot not long after we got in.

"This is the Palm Woods," he showed me around the hotel's lobby and the pool area. "You can check in now," he said. He looked down at his shiny silver watch and then back down to me, "It's getting late, so I'll see you at tomorrow's practice!"

"Okay. Thanks again, Kendall," I waved back to him as I turned to the manager.

He was a plump, middle-aged man wearing thick-framed glasses. "Welcome to the Palm Woods," he said with a sneer in his voice. "Name?"

"Ryan Avery," I said in a blank tone. I just wanted to get to my apartment and sleep.

He clicked a few buttons on his computer, "Miss Avery, you'll be staying in room 2H," he handed me two room keys. "Have a Palm Woods day!" he waved me off with a sarcastic tone to his voice.

I got in the elevator and pressed the '2' button, letting it ding as it went up a floor.

The hall was brightly lit, and I walked down it until I found a door with a gold plaque that said '2H' on it. I took my key out and unlocked the door, opening it.

I closed my door and flipped the light on to my new home.

It was surprisingly very nice. The floors were a hard wood, the kitchen had everything I'd ever need, and the living room was spacious enough to practice some dance routines.

I searched though the apartment and found a bathroom and a bedroom.

I dragged my suitcase behind me into a pale green room. It was a nice color, and would go great with my floral bedspread.

I unpacked everything and figuratively passed out, exhausted from a long day.

I have a feeling that tomorrow is going to be worse, but I'm glad in a way.

How was that?

It's just the beginning, and Ryan will meet James in the next chapter. I promise it'll get better, the beginning chapter is usually a challenge for me...

Also, Jo will be a character. She's going to be a little different from the show, because I'm making her a dancer like Ryan instead of an actress.

I'm excited to hear what all of you think of this story! I may post another chapter tonight or tomorrow if I get a few reviews.

Review! :o)