Ok, this is it. If this is another rejection letter, I'm moving to New Zealand and raising alpacas for a living.

Here we go...

"MOM, I'M GOING TO UCLA!"

My mom came running in from the kitchen, wiping her hands on a towel. "What? When? How?"

"I'm going to UCLA, starting next week, because I applied and got in. Oh and I got a job!"

She smacked my arm with the dishtowel. "Smartass. But I'm so proud of you! Job for what?"

"You know that show I used to be obsessed with? Big Time Rush? Yeah, well-"

"Honey, you're still obsessed with it," she cut me off.

"Mooooom," I groaned. "That doesn't get out, ok? It's not normal for a 19 year old girl to like a kids show! But anyway, I'm going to be a production manager!"

Mom smiled and gave me a huge hug and kiss. "I knew you following your dreams would work out. When do we move you out there?"

I stepped back a bit. "Wait, that's it? No money talks? No calling Dad to confirm? No...nothing?"

Mom laughed. "I'm not sure your father gets cell phone reception on his Navy boat...but I'm sure he would be very proud and accepting. We both know that this is your dream."

I bit my lip. "What about the tuition fees? The little sis still has to go to college, Mom."

"Morgan has 6 years left till college. And this is your dream, Jade."

I gave her a tight hug. "Thanks, Momma."

She laughed. "And there's your southern."

I smiled at her. "That's all Daddy's fault."

Mom pushed me up the stairs. "Let's get packing!"

"Room 217. This is it, guys."

Morgan wrapped her arms around my waist and looked up at me. "I'm gonna miss you."

I kissed the top of her head. "I'm gonna miss you too, kiddo. But hey, we can Skype! It gives you an excuse to stay up late!" I winked at Mom. "But don't tell Mom, ok?"

Morgan giggled and nodded. "You got it big sis."

Mom glanced inside the room. "You're sure you don't need help setting up?"

I smiled at her. "I'm fine, Mom, really. But thank you."

She reached over and gave me a tight hug. "I'm so proud of you, honey."

I bit my lip. "Thanks, Momma. I love you guys."

Mom took Morgan's hand and started back down the hallway. "Love you!" they called.

I stepped backwards into my room and shut the door. It burst open a second later. A girl with curly blonde hair stood in the doorway with her lips pursed and hands on her hips. "Why would you shut the door on me?"

"I-I'm sorry. I didn't realize. I'm-"

"Yeah great, don't care." She waved me off. "I'm taking the room on the right. You can have the left one, I guess."

No no, I'll just take the roof. Jesus.

A tall muscular guy knocked on our door and blondie ran to him. "Hey baby."

God, he's gonna suck her face off. Oh. Oh thank you for that wonderful show. Ugh. Remind me that I don't have a boyfriend. Thank you very much. How am I supposed to last a whole year with these two?

They left, slamming the door behind them. I took my boxes to my room and managed to unpack in a few hours. I was starving by the time I was done, but I didn't have time to make anything...or food to actually make.

Yeah. Sad times.

And anyway, I had promised the head manager on the guys' show that I would meet them today. I'll just grab something on the way.

I jumped in the shower and quickly dried my hair and got ready, making sure to get my makeup just right and add a little tiny bit more perfume than usual.

Which means like, the whole bottle...

What? I'm meeting four hot-I HOPE SINGLE- 22 and 23 year olds. Don't judge.

I got directions on my phone and started walking to Paramount Studios, stopping along the way to pick up my so-called lunch.

Meaning I indulged in some shit that's gonna make me a fat ass. Meh. I'll walk it off.

I finally made it to the studio and found the set that the guys work on. I met Scott Fellows, the director, outside, and he took me in to meet the production crew.

A tall brunette woman came up to me and shook my hand. "Jade, it's so nice to finally meet you. I'm Cindy. And can I just say, your resume was fabulous!"

I smiled at her and tucked a lock of my hair behind my ear. Nervous habit. "Thank you so much. I really love helping people, and it's a great deal if I get paid for it."

Cindy laughed along with me. "I totally agree. By the way, I'm head production manager, so the two of us will be working together, side by side."

I nodded. "Sounds great."

"Good to hear. As soon as this scene ends, I'll introduce you to our four trouble makers."

I grinned at her. "I can't wait. Are they going to give me a hard time?" I joked.

"A young, beautiful girl like you? They'll only bug you for your number," she teased.

I blushed and muttered a "Thank you".

A bell rang, signaling that the scene was over and the four men came over talking and laughing. Cindy smiled at them. "Boys, this is Jade. She's a new production manager. I trust you'll- what?" Someone tapped her on the shoulder and whispered in her ear. "If you'll excuse me. Jade, please feel free to hang out with the guys. I promise they won't bite." She raised an eyebrow at them. "They better not."

Kendall held up his hands in front of him. "We won't. We'll be angels."

Cindy walked away muttering, "Yeah. Cause that's possible."

I turned back to the guys. "So...I'm Jade."

James ran a hand through his hair and stepped forward, but Kendall put his hand on his chest and pushed him back. "Manwhore: Stay. Down boy."

I giggled behind my hand. Kendall sent me a huge smile and extended his hand. "I'm Kendall, and this is Carlos, Logan, and the manwhore, more formally known as James."

I smiled back at him and bit my lip. "Nice to meet you all."

"Boys! Let's go! Next scene in 5," someone barked from the stage door.

Carlos shrugged apologetically. "Sorry. We've got to run. But you're coming with, right?"

I nodded. "Yeah, I'll head there in a bit."

The guys waved and headed to the door. Logan turned around and winked at me, then caught up with the group.

Oh my fucking god, Henderson. Those dimples will be the death of me.