Disclaimer: I don't own Big Time Rush
Bliss, that's all you feel. You're belting your face off into a microphone and dancing simultaneously with great passion and confidence. You look into the fields of fans and parents jumping up and down screaming your name at the top of their lungs, and you smile because before, you were just a hockey player in Minnesota, and here you are, with your best buds, in front of a crowd, performing your own songs. There's girls with posters trying to grab your attention and they do. You wave and wink at the girl with the "I LOVE BTR" poster and she has a panic attack. You shake your head , sure, you're in a good band and quite a heartthrob to the Hollywood life and all, but, never in your life would you think girls would faint or scream your name, or possibly stalk you, send stacks and stacks of fan mail, or just simply be insane and do anything to get to you, or at least, get your attention. You ponder on for a moment because you know the song and dance by heart and continue to reminisce about your past in Minnesota, playing hockey with your best friends, running away from the girl's hockey team after you prank them, or pushing carts into all the other ones perfectly while the others miss and create damage to unfortunate objects around your group of friends. You will always remember your first sixteen years in your hometown, and have mental images of your greatest times. But those are just the first half of your life, now, you have to save those pictures of Minnesota in your hard drive, and start off a new roll. You're in Los Angeles and you already have plenty of pictures of your performances, friends, family, and the new scenery. The home of fame has let you in and you're just starting off and its going great so far. You'll never now where you'll in the future but, you just shrug it off because now you're famous.
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Vampirre98