My best friends and I walked through the Palm Woods for the first time in months. We had been on tour across the country, playing our music and getting to know our amazing fans. Our band was called One Heart. It featured me, Samantha though I prefer Sam, on guitar and vocals, my midget, Mariah or Riah on drums, and our best friend Kristina on bass and backup vocals. We were a punk pop band that got our start in New Hampshire.

"Sam!" I was thinking too much and wasn't watching where I was walking. It happened a lot and I was often bruised because of it, but this time I smashed into to a group of people, guys to be exact. They were hot guys too. I knocked all four of them to the ground, me landing on one particularly good looking one too. I heard my friends rush over and the helped me up before helping the guys.

"Hey, I'm so, so, so sorry about that. I wasn't paying any attention. Are you hurt?" My voice was frantic as I stared at the four guys.

"I think we're good. Don't worry about it. A girl who weighs probably 120 pounds isn't gonna do much damage." I blushed. The guy who had spoken was the one I had ended up landing on. "I'm Kendall and these are my friends James, Carlos and Logan." We waved to each of them. "We're in a band, it's called Big Time Rush."

"I'm Sam and these are my best friends, Kristina and Riah. We're also in a band called One Heart. We just got back from tour." The guys all nodded. I looked around, feeling kinda awkward when I saw my sister by the pool. "Hey, I'll talk to you guys later; I need to see my sister." I walked off, leaving Riah and Kristina. They don't really like my sister because she is really stuck up, but she is my family.

She was with her friends, sipping a smoothie by the pool. "Hey Jennifer." She was a brunette, like me, but her hair was super long while mine was really short, but not like a guy. Kinda like a bob cut. She was also super tan, unlike me.

"Sam! You're back! How was tour? I can't believe you got to go before me." She hopped off her chair and hugged me to death. Everyone here thinks she's a she-witch, but she really isn't. Her friends don't really like me though. "You've got to tell me all about it later, okay?" I nodded. She squealed and hugged me again before sitting back down. "Go back with your friends, I love you twin." Yeah, we were opposites, but we were twin sisters, I was older.

I walked back to my friends who were still talking to those guys from earlier. Kristina was twirling her hair and smiling while talking to Logan. Riah was practically screaming in a Carlos' face out of pure excitement. I giggled and looked at James and Kendall who were talking to themselves.

Walking over to them I spoke, "Hey guys." They turned to me and smiled.

"Hey! What label are you on? We're just curious, because it would be pretty cool to go on tour with you and your friends some day." I smiled at Kendall and James. I could tell we'd get along.

"We are on Rocque Records currently. We just switched to his label. I-"

"Sam!" Mariah cut me off by screaming into my ear. I cringed and turned to her, ready to yell back, but she continued to talk at a civil level. "Carlos wants to hear what we sound like, can we show him? Please, please please?" I smiled at her idea.

"Maybe, gimme a second." I turned to Kendall and James, "One sec guys, I'll be right back." I left my friends again, attempting to find a quieter place to use my phone. I called Gustavo, our new producer, to ask him if we could have a concert at the Palm Woods.

The phone rang three times before he actually answered. "Hello? This is Gustavo."

"Hey Gustavo, this is Samantha Treble, I was wondering if One Heart could do a concert here at the Palm Woods?" I crossed the fingers on my left hand, hoping he would say yes.

"Sure, do you want to have it tonight or tomorrow?"

"I don't know, I still need to ask Mr. Bitters. I'll call you back, okay?"

"Okay Sam, you do that and get back to me. Talk to you soon." I hung up and spun to find Riah, Kristina and the boys behind me. I jumped about three feet and clutched my heart.

"How on Earth were you guys quiet enough to sneak up on me?" They all shrugged before all questioning me at once about the concert. I put both my hands up, like a defense, and they all stopped, thankfully. "I have to ask Bitters, but f he says no I'm sure we could do it at Rocque Records." They nodded and parted for me to walk through.

Bitters was at the front desk, talking to some girl. I waited patiently behind her, ignoring their conversation as to not be an eavesdropper. When she finally left I walked up and Bitters groaned. "You and your band are back in town then. What do you want?" I was taken back a bit. I don't know why he hates us so much.

"Yeah, we were wondering if we could have a homecoming concert here today or tomorrow. You know, by the pool or something." I crossed my fingers by my sides, hoping he would say yes.

"Hm, let me think about that, no! Not in a million years. The music your band makes has no place in the Palm Woods. Have a Palm Woods day." I sighed, defeated and walked away, back to my friends.

"We can't do it here because our music has no place here. Let me call Gustavo back." They nodded and I called Gustavo.

"Well?"

I sighed, time for the dreaded bad news. "He said no, and that our music has no place at the Palm Woods."

"What!" Gustavo screamed into the phone, almost blowing out my eardrum. I cringed, hating loud noises, and sighed. "I'm gonna be right there, just give me a second. He is gonna get a piece of my mind." Gustavo hung up me and I sighed again.

"You know what, I'm just gonna go up to our room. I need to get away for a little bit." I waved my goodbye and headed to the elevator. Our room was on the fourth floor. It was room 4B. I walked in and saw it was exactly how we left it. The living area was a royal purple with black furniture. The kitchen was the same purple with stainless steel appliances and a black marble counter top. Past the living area was a hallway that held our bedrooms. Mine was the second door on the right. I walked in and it was like walking home.

The neon green walls enveloped me and made me feel warm. And my white and black furniture seemed to shout a hello to me. I ran my hands over my black comforter, making my way to my desk. I wrote all my stories on this desk. I sighed, feeling more at peace after just five minutes in my room than I ever did on tour or back home in New Hampshire. I walked back over to my bed and plopped down, suddenly very tired after my long day.