Prologue
The Big Time Rush tour bus sped its way down a side street in New York City; making a turn so sharp it threw Kendall Knight and James Diamond out of their bunks. They smashed into each other with a loud thud. "Ugh!" Kendall yelled. The sound awoke their best friends and fellow band mates, Logan Mitchell and Carlos Garcia, on the adjacent side of the bus. "I'm beginning to wonder who the hell hired this driver." Logan stated. He checked his watch. It read 3:40 a.m. in bright red numbers. He sighed. "Dude, get off me!" Kendall said to James. "I'm trying!" James snapped back, trying to free himself from the tangled blankets. Kendall shoved him off. He stumbled back up and climbed back onto his bunk. "Where are we anyway?" He asked. "By the looks of it, I think we're in New York City. The Big Apple." Carlos answered, looking out the window. He could see the glittering lights of the buildings.
"Well, I guess this really is the city that never sleeps." Logan said, sarcastically. James hopped back onto his bunk. "Let's try to get back to sleep. I'm pretty sure we'll be at the hotel soon." Logan nodded and laid back down. "Good, cause I'm looking forward to sleeping in an actual bed." Kendall complained as he threw the blankets back over his head. He started to think about the tour. The boys had been on tour for nearly six months and they were tired. Non-stop rehearsals, practice, recording new songs, the whole nine yards. But at least people were noticing them, which they were grateful for. Which made the whole thing worth it. But still, Kendall felt like something was missing. Something he just couldn't put his finger on.