Chapter 1
My name is Anna Belinda Flic, but people call me Flic. I'm sixteen and live in New York City with my two best friends, Scarlett and Kassie. All three of us can sing, but I don't like to sing as much as them.
Another thing that we don't have in common is their love of Big Time Rush.
I absolutely hate the stupid band. Kassie and Scar only like the guys: Carlos and James.
Ever since the boy band made their first CD and CD signing, the two were in love. That's what started my troubles. One day, I was sitting in the kitchen watching my step brother, Myron, playing video games with his friend. I forget his friend's name.
Myron was about to win the game when Kassie and Scar barged through the door.
"Hey guys." I greeted without taking my eyes away from the game.
"Come on! Get your clothes on! We have got to hurry!" Kassie yelled and pushed me off of my seat. The two pushed me up to my room while I asked questions.
"Where are we going and why must I get dressed?! I like my Jammies!" Scar rolled her eyes.
"We're going to a concert."
"Who's concert?"
"Big Time Rush." Kassie said quietly, but I heard and stopped in my tracks. I turned slowly and glared.
"What did you say?" I spat. Scar and Kassie looked at each in worry then got down on their knees then began to beg.
"PLEASE! PLEASE! PLEASE!!!!" They begged and I folded my arms.
"Why? I hate them. Why do I have to go?" I asked and Scar stood up.
"Because you are our best friend and there is no way I am taking anyone else! Flic, you have to do this for me, PLEASE!" Scar began to cry. She did this whenever she wanted to get her way and it usually worked.
That explained why an hour later I was driving through late night traffic in a tank top and shorts with my high top converses. Scar said I looked sexy, but it was summer in New York and for once it was hotter than Hades and I was sweating like a pig on Christmas.
"We'll have so much fun! Not just that, we'll get to meet them!" Oh, yeah, did I mention that she got Backstage passes?
"Yeah, so much fun." I said sarcastically. Kassie and Scar were in similar clothes, but for different reasons. No, they aren't Hooter worthy, but they can try sometimes. What can they say? We're teenage girls with hormones for brains.
Once there, we headed into the crowd and found our seats, right in the front.
Big Time Rush came out and sang there song: Big Time Rush and a couple other songs. The whole time I was just standing there and listening to them trying to think happy thoughts like What if they fell off the stage? Yeah, I'm that bad.
After the concert we headed back stage. Kassie and Scar looked like they were about to pee their pants as they were rushing through the halls to the band's dressing room. I looked out of place since I was dragging my feet and kept yawning as we walked through the halls.
"HELLO!" Gustavo Roque and his assistant came up to us. His face was red and his smile was forced.
"Ready to see Big Time Rush?!" He asked with fake enthusiasm that obviously wasn't real.
"YES!" Kassie and Scar squealed and I shrugged. Gustavo looked at me with a bit of annoyance.
"What are all of your names?"
"Kassie!"
"Scarlett, but you can call me Scar!"
"Flic." I said dully.
"What kind of name is Flic?" He asked and I glared.
"My name." Kassie and Scar elbowed me in the ribs.
"Be nice!" They hissed and I put my hands in the air as surrender.
"Fine." I said reluctantly.
We then walked into the room and the two had heart attacks.
I own nothing.
This is for Kaitlyn and Jazzy!
Don't worry Kristen, you're next for a story!
