A/N hey y'all here's my first BTR one. Mmm ok here we go.

oh and yea disclaimer: I sadly do not own BTR. I own some thing *cough cough* Madelyn- Charlotte Juliana Smith and most characters

Some say people are never what they seem. That applies to myself Madelyn-Charlotte Juliana Smith but feel free to call me Madie Char or just Madelyn or just Charlotte or even Juliana or Ana or Julie. I have short red hair, brown eyes and am 5'3. I also live in Minnesota. There's not much to do here but freeze and cheer for your boyfriend (if you have one) play hockey. I'm an outcast though. I have passion for music. I don't like all those shops girls here usually shop at. I'm always at a vintage store or a record shop. Many girls have I-pods and just download off of Itunes (limewire). I have an MP3 player but rarely use it. I love records, albums and etc. There's this joy that washes over me at the shop. Every worker knows who I am and what type of music I'm on the lookout for. I spend every day after school and the weekends here. Music is a place where you feel salvation and there is a world you wish you could go depending on what you're listening to.

As I small child I was interested in music. I remember when I first entered Peterson's Music Store. I was only 5 and my older sister, who was 13 at the time, had saved up enough money to buy a guitar. She spent years doing odd jobs, walking dogs, babysitting, reading to kids, entertaining babies during Christmas and Thanksgiving parties, raking leave, shoveling snow, helping kids practice hockey, and other stuff. She was really excited and wanted me to tag along. I said I'd only come if she bought me a teddy bear or a Spongebob sticker. She agreed and we hurriedly walked downtown to the music store.

I still remember the feeling of walking in for the first time.

"Jowanna! Twis pwawce is cwool."

"I know. It's amazing. Ok Mady- Char now here are the rules. Do not run around, don't talk to strangers, don't break anything or touch anything you might break, be polite and be quiet. If you misbehave I'm not buying your teddy and your Spongebob stickers."

"What if I gwet bored?" I asked.

She went inside her bag and pulled out my Spongebob plus doll. "Here Spongebob will keep you company."

I sat on the floor while Johanna went to talk to someone who worked there. I tugged on my braids and played with my Invader Zim clips. It seemed Johanna was taking years so I got up and looked around.

A lady came up to me and smiled, "Hi sweetie. Would you like to sit on a chair instead of the floor?"

"My swster said not to talk to swrangers."

The lady chuckled, "Your sister is the girl trying to find a guitar right?" I nodded.

"My niece is helping her. I'm the owner Jane Peterson."

"Hi Jwne. I'm…." I walked over to Johanna and tugged on her jeans.

"Jwhanna?" I asked.

"Yes Mady Char?"

"Can I tell the owner my name?"

Johanna turned to see the owner standing behind. Jane came up to her and introduced herself.

"Hello I am Jane Peterson the owner of Peterson's music store. How's you doing Pattie?"

A bored looking girl popped her gum and twisted a strand of bright blue hair. "Good Aunt Jane. Just fine." She sighed and picked up a magazine. Jane, obviously annoyed, told the teen to take a break and helped Johanna with getting a guitar. She finally picked one she liked and Jane gave her a strap, a capo, picks and a metronome. Since that day I've always gone to the music store.

Whenever I walk in I'm swept away and intrigued by everything. The way a 12 string guitar sounds in my hand. The feel of drum sticks and the sound of me pounding away with a pair of sticks and practice pad the shop let me keep. I pretty much get discounts there though. Sometimes the owner will give me really pretty picks nobody wants or sticks that won't be sold but still can be played with. For my 8th birthday the owner sent me a guitar I've been staring at for the past year. Yes a Fender Stratocaster. I thought it was pretty and sounded nice. I've always had a thing for Fenders. I really wanted one and when the owner sent me a guitar I practically fainted. After I received it I began to get lessons after hours. The owner and I became best friends but when I was 13 she got diagnosed with leukemia. I visited her (her name is Jane Peterson) and sent her flowers when I couldn't make it (she barely got flowers though). Jane was a fighter and was cancer free after 2 years of fighting. She continued her life and then it happened. Jane was murdered on her way to work. Nobody knows who did it but the police told me she was murdered brutally and it was at random. She didn't die instantly but she died in the hospital. I wept for months and was pleased when Jane included me in her will. I received many items from the store. Sadly she left it to her niece Pattie. She sold it and it was transformed into a restaurant.

Now that I couldn't go to the music store I had to find another place. I wouldn't go home that's for sure. I hated that place. Why? Well my mom is the reason. She cries and screams and then passes out from booze on the couch. I can't take it.

I then discovered hockey. I loved it but since they only had a hockey team for boys I played on that team. I played and then I met him. Carlos Garcia. We were running drills and I accidently rammed into him.

Flash back

"Come on guys hustle hustle!" screamed Coach Dane.

It was hard today for me to play because I didn't have my contacts in. I then collided into another player.

"Oofh!" we both grunted at the same time.

"I'm so sorry," I said.

The boy smiled, "Don't worry about it. Wait you're Madelyn- Charlotte right?"

"Yep. What's your name?"

"I'm Carlos."

He stood up and offered me his hand.

"Thanks Carlos."

Then the Coach blew his whistle again.

Ever since that day Carlos and I were best friends. I became good friends with his 3 best friends. We got in a lot of trouble together. One day a worker from social services came and took me away. I was placed in a foster home in Los Angelos. Since then I've been living with Gustavo Rocque. He yelled a lot but had a fatherly side as well.

I look like another weird girl with cropped red pixie hair, tan skin, and hazel eyes but I am not what I seem.