A/N: This is based on a story I created a few months ago. This is the remake. Please pretty please review. Vote in my poll. R&R!

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Chapter 1

"I have the mail," Mrs. Knight announced to her family. Katie was there first, popping out from under the counter. Mrs. Knight frowned. "Where did you come from?" Katie rolled her eyes and held out her hand.

"Just gimme my Poker Monthly," she demanded. Mrs. Knight gave it to her and she disappeared. Mrs. Knight shook her head. She looked at her watch and countdown from 10.

"3…2…1." Right then, the guys bust into the kitchen. Mrs. Knight backed away from the mail. She was always prepared for when it came to her sons. James picked up his package and squealed.

"Yay, free hair gel samples!" Mrs. Knight laughed and shook her head. One day, she'd get the camera and film them. This needed to be taped. Kendall was next. Every week, he got something new from his dad, who was on a vacation around the world. This time, his dad was in Australia for an archeological dig and sent a piece of mica stone. Kendall admired it as Mrs. Knight looked over his shoulder.

"I got my unicorn stickers," Carlos cried. Everyone turned their heads to him. Carlos grinned sheepishly and ran from the kitchen. Kendall smirked.

"That wasn't disturbing at all," Logan said, his voice full of sarcasm, as he took the last piece of mail. It was a thick, large envelope with his name scrawled on it. He slowly and carefully opened it and took out the first slip of paper. Logan started hopping up and down and screaming gibberish.

"What?" James exclaimed. Kendall leaned in, wanting to hear this. Suddenly, Carlos was next to him. Logan handed the note to Mrs. Knight, who smiled when she laid her eyes on it. She gave him a big hug.

"Logan got accepted to be on Dancing Dream-Teen Edition," she exclaimed. The guys hugged him and congratulated him with slaps on the back and whoops.

"Wait," Carlos said, everyone freezing, "Why do you want to be on that show? You can't dance." Logan frowned.

"Thanks for the vote of confidence. Anyway, I wanted to be on the show because you get college credit. If I'm gonna go to Harvard, I'm gonna need some." That made much more sense. Mrs. Knight dug through the envelope and pulled out something else.

"Your dance partner is named Phyllis Dmitry and you leave in 3 days, so you'd better get packing." The guys and Logan raced to his bedroom to pack.

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"We'll come see your performances all the time," Kendall said, "And we'll call you when Gustavo gets back from vacation." He looked Logan up and down as he smiled solemnly. Logan adjusted his backpack as he looked from boy to boy.

"It's only two months," Logan pointed out, "Plus it's in California." Camille smiled.

"Yeah, but it'll be weird with a member of the Rush posse gone." Jo laughed at her phrasing of that.

"I'm gonna call you guys that from now on," she declared. Logan gave everyone a squeeze and stepped into his taxi. In the house, the guys had had to pry Ms. Knight off of Logan to allow him to leave. She'd had to say goodbye over the phone.

"Where to, sir?" the driver asked. Logan had never been called 'sir' before. Probably because he was only seventeen. He decided he liked it.

"CBS Television City," Logan said, "7800 Beverly Boulevard. Hollywood."

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Logan POV

I looked out the window at the passing cars as I thought about how this was gonna work. I mean, could I survive without my friends? I made a mental note to visit them in my free time. I hope I get along with my partner. If we don't have good chemistry, we could be the first couple off.

About half an hour later, I arrived at the studio. I gave the driver his money and grabbed my suitcase. "This is it," I said to myself as the driver drove away. I walked into the building and gasped in amazement. It was beautiful. The dancefloor was even bigger than it seemed on television. Everything looked different from this view. Before I could even take another step a gentleman came up to me. He looked around his late 30s.

"If you're wondering where everyone is, they're behind that curtain," he said. I must've had a blank look on my face, because he went on. "I'm the music guy, Eric. If you have any song questions, you know who to call." I slipped behind the giant velvet curtain and behind it were tons of teenagers. I spotted some celebrities that and made another note to take some pictures and send them to the guys. I went up to a guy and asked if he knew Phyllis.

"She's other there, dude," he replied pointing towards the west section. I walked over and saw a girl holding a sign that had my name on it.

"Hi," I said, smiling. She blinked, surprised and then startled me with a hug. She let me go and I took a good look at her. She was about a hair shorter than me. Her skin was the same shade as mine and she had auburn hair with a few streaks of blond in it. It curved towards her face and stopped around her jawline. She was fairly thin, with green eyes and dimpled cheeks. She was wearing a plaid vest on top of a blue tee and black dance tights.

"Wow. You're Logan from Big Time Rush," she exclaimed, bobbing up and down on the balls of her heels. I nodded (what else could I do?)

"Didn't they tell you I was coming?" I asked. She shook her head, still grinning.

"Nope. The producers wanted to surprise us," she said. We all turned our heads when a voice started talking. The woman in front had a mic in one hand and a paper in the other.

"I know most of you just arrived, but it's time to start getting some footage," she said. "We're going to tape some 'get-to-know' activities, and then you can unpack later at your reserved suite at the Hilton." She passed out some Flip cameras and gave one to me. I set it in a nice place and Phyllis held up some papers.

"I've got the questions," she announced, "first, how did you become famous?"

A/N: even though this story is not at the Palm Woods, tons of BTR will be involved, just so you know. Vote in my poll & leave a review.