Mickey Swift was your average girl…sorta. Her sister was an international popstar Taylor Swift, so she was as average as you can get when it comes to her life. She wanted to follow in her sister's footsteps, so her mom let her sign up for a talent contest. She wanted to use her mom's maiden name. She didn't want to win just because of her sister. She also changed her hair color so she wouldn't be noticed by anyone familiar. She naturally won with her amazing voice and great skill of acoustic guitar playing and now she was heading to the Palmwoods hotel to live there for three months until the boss of the producer can see her sing and perform.

She rolled up to the Palmwoods in her sister's first old car she gave to her as a hand-me-down birthday present. She parked her car by the hotel's entrance and started to unload her backseat. She grabbed three boxes and walked into the lobby, straight to the elevators. The doors dinged and four hot guys came out of it talking aimlessly.

"Um, can someone hold the doors for me?" she asked.

The spiked haired one and the blonde one held the doors open for her. She stepped in and puts the boxes down. She saw them staring at her and she waved slightly to see their reactions. They all unfreeze.

"New girl. Niceeee." They say simultaneously.