"Something needs to be done."

The year was 2015. Gustavo Roque sat in his office, being chastised by the new head of the record label, Karen Anderson. She was an uptight woman with an uptight bun on the top of her head and what Gustavo theorized was an endless supply of crisp white button up shirts. She was Griffin's replacement, after a huge corporate shakeup the year prior.

"The boys are still selling moderately well, but they've undeniably lost the fire," she continued to lecture. Previously, she'd been leaning forward, hands bracing the other side of his desk to snarl in his face. But now she moved, standing upright once more, arms crossed across her chest as she began a leisurely stroll around his office, glancing at the various awards strung from the walls. "We need to boost record sales or your pets will be dropped, Roque." She stopped her stroll to face the man once more, as she handed him a flyer. "And this is how marketing wants to do it."

"A girl group?!" he asked, eyebrows rising. "And just how will another group bring up the dog's sales?"

With a smirk, Karen yanked the flyer out of his hands. "Glad you asked. Cross promotion, Roque. We get the girls, their first single features the boys. Big Time Rush is suddenly seen as veterans of the pop music world in comparison and people start buying more albums. The exposure will be good for the girls, too, obviously. Teenage girls are going to be the target demographic for both groups, after all. Step two – one of your boys starts 'dating' one of the girls for more media attention. The boys are getting more coverage, their songs get more airplay, and we'll likely drop the girls after one medium faring album. Girl groups rarely sell like boy bands do." She concluded with a nod.

"So what?" Gustavo asked "I'm supposed to just stop everything I'm doing right now and do another tour of US looking for a bunch of teen girls?"

"For the love of God, Roque, not teenagers!" she cried, slamming her hands back onto his desk. "The boys are in their twenties now, we can't have one of them fake date a 14 year old!" she released his desk once again, a hand moving to rest of her temple as she shook her head. "The flyer suggests age 18-25. But this isn't a suggestion. I'm your superior, and it's a direct order. If you don't find me a girl group, you lose your boys, and your job."

And that was how Kelly Wainwright found herself in a small theatre with Gustavo, once again starting the process that almost killed her just six years prior. They'd seen just over one hundred young women so far, and that was only today. Today they were in downtown Orlando, and it was only the second stop on their audition tour.

"Are you sure this is even going to work?" she questioned. "We went to all 50 states last time and we had trouble finding even one person with 'the fire', remember?"

"We don't have a choice!" he cried, causing Kelly to flinch. He muttered a quick "Sorry," before continuing "Anderson is forcing me into this. We only need girls with minimal talent anyway – she's planning on dropping them after they've served their purpose."

This aspect was news to Kelly. "Isn't that unfair to whoever we pick? I mean, we're promising them fame and fortune and the record company already wants to drop them?"

"We're giving them the chance to have an album. To shoot at least two music videos, to attend big Hollywood events, to sing with Big Time Rush! That's more fame and fortune than any of the women we see at all today were ever going to get in the first place."

And as much as Kelly hated to admit it, he had a point. She was about to tell him so, when the sound of high heels hitting the stage became audible.

"Name! Age! BTR song of choice! Go!"

Unlike the other women who'd been auditioning the past two days, the redhead who stood on the stage wasn't fazed at all by Gustavo's barking. "Delia Foster. Twenty two. Nothing Even Matters."

She looked incredibly pale on stage, but Kelly noted that it was probably due to her vibrant red hair and black dress she had on. She wore black heeled boots, and paired the look with a pearl necklace and pearl earrings. Bright red lipstick and gold eyeshadow framing her blue eyes was what she chose to tie it all together.

"It's like one for the haters," she began, and to both Gustavo's and Kelly's surprise, she wasn't terrible.

"Two for all of those who try to shut us down.
They don't really know.
There ain't nothing they can do that can tear us apart.
No, I don't care about the money, don't care about the clothes.
When we're together, baby, anything goes.
We don't even need to prove what we feel in our hearts, no.

This wall we built together, there ain't no way of knocking it over.
We'll be here forever, getting closer, and closer baby.

'Cause the world stops
When I put my arms around you, around you.
And nothing even matters.
And nothing even matters.
They can all talk,
Say what they want about us, about us.
And nothing even matters.
And nothing even matters.

Nothing even matters.
And nothing even matters.
We don't even need to fight.
Everything will be alright.
Nothing even matters, but you and I.

'Cause the world stops
When I put my arms around you, around you.
And nothing even matters, nothing even matters.
And nothing even matters.
They can all talk, say what they want about us,
Say what they want whoa
And nothing even matters.
And nothing even matters."

"That!" Gustavo began, waving his finger in the air as he spoke "Wasn't actually terrible."

"Thank you?" Delia replied, quirking an eyebrow up in confusion. "Should I expect to hear back within a certain period of time?"

"Well given you're the only one who hasn't run off the stage in tears today…" his head teetered back and forth. He really knew nothing about this girl, or about her character or work ethic. Then again, she was talented and he only needed her for one album. On the other other hand, he only knew that she wasn't a terrible singer…

"Can you dance? Cross legs spin pose!"

"You mean like…" she performed the move that had taken the boys hours to learn when they had first started the "boyband bootycamp" Gustavo had them endure upon their first few days with a carefree ease. "That?"

A smirk spread it's way across Gustavo's face. "Delia Foster, welcome to Gustavo's Roque Untitled Girl Group!"

AN: So welcome to my first story! I know the boys went on hiatus before this IRL, but what about the world of the TV show? I've started rewatching the first season and I haven't seen any of the episodes in a long, long time other than my current rewatch so the story will likely be based on the first season, expect several years later. The boys are 22-23, and for the purposes of this story, they're all single and they no longer live at the Palm Woods. Also, the story will focus much more on the girls than the boys. If you're still interested in submitting a character to this story with all that in mind, you can find the application on my profile! Please submit your OC via PM only! Thanks!