The lights died down, and the chattering coming from the audience ceased to exist. It was Open Mic night at the Palm Woods, and there was supposed to be new talent there… again. Usually, there wasn't this kind of buzz (Kendall Knight stole the spotlight during this time). And Kendall shown no interest in the new talent, as usual, and he was sitting at one of the many tables that there were in the lobby, scrolling through his phone.
Mr. Bitters' voice echoed through the speaker system, "And now… introducing, back from six months, Lilly Truscott." Out of the large crowd of people in that very room, only three boys snapped to attention. One of those very people was Kendall… And all three of those people had been a part of Big Time Rush at some time. They were promised the fame and the fortune, but that was ruined when one of the band mates, James Diamond, had left with Lilly. Their own best friend from Minnesota.
Suddenly, a soft mellow of a bass guitar started through the speakers. A teenager with short brown hair stepped into the spotlight, cradling his guitar in his hands as he played. Kendall recognized the teenager, and he couldn't believe that he learned out to play guitar.
Because the boy was James Diamond.
A rich, silky voice spilled through the speakers next. And everyone looked around to see where the girl's voice was coming from, but then they got their answer as the girl walked through the crowd, singing her song.
Hollywood whore, passed out on the floor, I'm sorry but the party's over….
The next thing that came made most of the crowd jump, a strong guitar bursted through the speakers. And her voice rang through the speakers again, this time with an edge to it.
(Lilly. Italics) White trash king, American dream Hollywood whore The talk of the town Awake by noon, drunk by four Plastic smile to match your style Hollywood whore The talk of the town, The cameras are gone
Cocaine nose and trendy clothes
Gotta send him to rehab
He found out he's got no soul
But it really doesn't bother him
Oh what a role model
Throwing a fit, making a scene
Like no tomorrow
Passed out on the floor
Can't take it no more
I'm sorry but the party's over
And he's going down
I'm sorry but the party's over
No-o-ow
Sucked up in the showbiz
You're so lame, you're such a bore
I wanna kick your teeth in
We can tell you got a face lift
You're so vain, you're so vile
You're a number one hit
Passed out on the floor
Can't take it no more
I'm sorry but the party's over
And he's going down
I'm sorry but the party's over
And nobody screams
He couldn't survive his fifteen minutes of fame
His friends are all gone, It's all going down the drain Hollywood whore
He's going insane
He'll never survive without the money and fame
Passed out on the floor
I'm sorry but the party's over
Lilly's eyes met Kendall's, and she smirked from her spot in the center of the stage. She continued to sing, not breaking eye contact, as if she was trying to tell him something.
The talk of the town, Hollywood whore The talk of the town,
And he's going down
I'm sorry but the party's over
Passed out on the floor
I'm sorry but the party's over
Is he's going down
I'm sorry but the party's over
Kendall abruptly pushed his chair away from his table. He started walking towards the door, pushing through the crowd, dying to get out of there.
Wake up, the party's over
Wake up, the party's over
Wake up, the party's over
Wake up, the party's over
No-o-ow
Lilly quickly searched for Kendall as he drifted through the crowd again. Then she started through the microphone, finishing the song as Kendall slammed the door behind him.
Ha-ha-ha
Don't let the door hit ya where the good lord split ya honey!
Ha-ha-ha
Lilly turned back to James and grinned as a series of cheers erupted from the crowd. James nodded, smiling brightly. They were back in town. James and Lilly just needed to find Carlos and Logan, and get them on their act…
They'd take the Hollywood Whore down soon enough.
