First post on Fan Fiction! :) I hope y'all like this.. The future chapters will be longer, I promise :)
Anywho, I don't own Big Time Rush (sadly).
Enjoy and please please please please please please let me know what you think! kthxbyee.

I laid on the floor of the dance studio, staring at the ceiling but not really seeing it. My mind was elsewhere. That's how it always had been. I was pretty ADD when it came to being bored, which rarely happened to begin with.
I rolled over lazily and looked over my application for my summer performing arts camp.

WAYBROOK PERFORMING ARTS
Thank you for your interest in Waybrook Performing Arts Summer Intensive. We cannot wait to have you join us this summer!

Name: Temperance Barker
Age: 16
DOB: December 31, 1994
Grade Admitted To: 12th
Proposed Major: Dance
Proposed Minor: Music (Piano)

Male/Female: Female

Full Legal Name-
Middle: Annabelle
First: Temperance
Last: Barker
Nickname: Temp, Tabby

CABIN: 42
COUNSELOR: Josh Richard

Enclosed is all of your information about Waybrook. Please read over your guidelines carefully. Any misconduct on campus will result in a termination of your signed contract with our school.
We will see you at registration on: May 28th, 2011 between 8:00 a.m. and 12:00 p.m.

Thank You!

I smiled. I got in.

"TEMPERANCE!" My friend Macy yelled from the doorway, scaring me half to death and pulling me out of my thought process. My head snapped up and my neck popped in the process. No one came up to the studio on a Sunday and certainly not at 10:23. Well, besides me.
Macy ran into the room, her red velvet colored hair bouncing around her heart shaped face. She held a piece of marigold yellow paper in her hand, just like my acceptance letter.

"Mace, what are you doing here?" I asked, still not standing up.

"I have big news!" She said excitedly, still bouncing.
I looked at her boredly as I waited for her to continue. Boredly? Is that a word? Whatever, that's how I do most everything that doesn't involve dance. Boredly.

"Well?" I urged.

" I got accepted to Waybrook this summer!" She jumped up and down squealing.

I stood up and hugged her. "Congrats! Me too."

"EEEEEEP! What cabin are you in?"

I picked my letter up off of the floor. "Umm.. 43? No, 42."

"Oh. Em. Gee. We are in the same cabin!"

"Well, duh. We mailed our applications at the same time. "

"Temperance, this is going to be the summer of dreams. We have 3 days until we leave. Wanna go shopping tomorrow?"

"I have to work here tomorrow until 8:30 but we could go in the morning? Who needs school?"

"No one! Let's do it."

It didn't really matter if we went to school this week anyway. It was the last week of school. Even some of the teachers didn't show up.
I walked out to my car after saying goodnight to Macy. I had a light blue, 2011 Ford Explorer. This thing was my baby. I drove back to my house, parked my car in the warm garage and went inside, carrying my huge dance bag over my shoulder. I dropped it on the floor of the kitchen where my mom was baking brownies.
"Momma, you do realize it's a little late for brownies.. Right?" My mother was always cooking. It didn't matter if it was nearly midnight. It was brownie time in her mind I suppose.
"Yes, Tab, I do realize that. These aren't for us. They're for the other teachers at the school."
I nodded, pretending I actually knew what she was talking about.
"So.. I got my acceptance letter to Waybrook this morning and-"

"WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME SOONER! Honey that's fantastic! And look, just for that, you get a brownie at midnight." She handed me the scorching hot brownie on a paper towel. I set it down on the counter to avoid third degree burns on my hands.

"Well, I didn't tell you sooner because I spent the entire second half of my day at the studio working."

"Geez, honey. You'd think as much time as you put in up there Mrs. Pat would sign you on as a co-owner or something by now." She smiled at me. My mom was such a mom.

"Yeah, well. I won't be there this summer anyway so I'll be ok. But maybe you could talk to her about that. That'd look pretty great on college applications."
She laughed loudly, obviously not caring that my dad and two brothers were already sound asleep.

"Go to bed. You've got a lot to do these next couple of days."
I nodded, kissed her cheek, and bolted up the stairs.

As I was getting ready for bed, Macy called me.
"Hey. What's up?"
"Nothing much.. I just wanted to ask if you've looked through your info packet for Waybrook yet."
"No, I just got home a little while ago. I wasn't even planning to look at it until tomorrow morning. Why?"
"Maybe you should look at it now. Goodnight Tabby! Love ya."
Click.
What the hell just happened?

I walked back to my bedroom and picked up the ginormous manila envelope off of my bed and dumped it out infront of me.
I dug through everything until I found something that looked interesting.
Right there, on the front of a red and purple folder was a number, just like the ones you wear for dance competitions. I opened up the folder and my eyes basically popped out of my head. Clear as day on a sheet of paper was the guidelines for the Big Time Rush Dance Comp.
What is this? I thought. Big Time Rush. Nothing more that four guys who are conceited, self centered, assholes who think they're all that and more.
I looked over the information they gave me.

Hello! Big Time Rush is very pleased to announce our new dance competition taking place at the Waybrook Performing Arts Camp in summer 2011. All dancers involved with the classes at the camp will be required to participate with their own choreography the first Friday night of the camp. The boys of BTR will be your celebrity judges! We are so stoked for this summer. The guys will be attending the camp all summer, so everyone will have a chance to meet and greet.
Can't wait to see each and every one of your perform at your very best!

Kendall, James, Carlos and Logan

Speaking of self centered..
I rolled my eyes. No way was I doing this stupid competition. I didn't care if everyone was 'required' to participate. I wasn't . I hated them. I hated their music. And right at the moment, I was planning to hate this camp.