Hai guys! So this is my first Big Time Rush fanfic, so I'm pretty excited! I love the show and Logan(3) :) And sadly, I don't own Big Time Rush OR Logan to my extreme disappointment. But I do own Aimee and any other characters I made up, and the plot. Enjoy and please review. It'd make me uber happy :D

Aimee Joy Perry stepped out of the taxi cab infront of the Palm Woods, the bright Los Angeles sunshine welcoming her to California by blinding her. She pulled her bag out of the backseat and gave the cabbie a tip, thanking him for the ride. He drove off, leaving her on the sidewalk, unsure of what to do now.

She looked around to see palm trees, guys in board shorts and t-shirts skateboarding, and girls in sundresses, heels, and huge sunglasses that covered nearly half their faces. Oh, what she would do for a pair of sunglasses right now. She felt a little out of her element.

Palm trees, sunshine, 90 degree weather. Girls dressed in dresses and heels, while Aimee was in jeans, her black Converse, and a black off the shoulder shirt with a white studded belt on. She normally wouldn't wear that, it'd be just jeans, Converse and a plain old t-shirt, but since it was her first day in California, she tried to make more of an effort.

Now that she was here, she wished she hadn't made an effort wearing black.

The sun was burning hot, so she walked inside the Palm Woods, inside the nice air-conditioned lobby.

She sat down in a plush sofa, and took her phone out of her pocket, checking to see if anyone had called her. Nothing since she left Memphis, not even from her older brother who was supposed to pick her up at LAX, but didn't.

"Aimee Joy Perry?" A female voice asked.

Looking up, Aimee saw a pretty African American woman approach her. "That's me," She said, standing up when the lady got to her.

The woman smiled. "Awesome! Glad you got here. Did you get here safely? The flight ok?"

"Ok?" Aimee asked, incredulously. "It was fantastic! I flew first class! And it was my first time on a plane too, so it was even cooler," She grinned.

"Glad it went fine," The lady said. "I'm Kelly Wainwright."

"Kelly, now I remember. Thanks for the opportunity already. I'm so excited!" She flailed excitedly, her blonde curls bouncing.

Kelly laughed. "It's great to have you here! I'm gonna show you to your room and then introduce you to my boss, Gustavo Rocque. Follow me." She said, starting to walk.

Aimee followed after Kelly, looking around the Palm Woods at the same time.

"So I think Gustavo's gonna like you. And I think, hopefully, you'll get to sing with all the boys or just Kendall or something in an album. Either that, or we can just get you alone first and see what we can do; that is, if you don't get a part in something with your acting skills and such."

Aimee felt winded listening to Kelly's plans and tried to catch up to Kelly's fast walk and talk. "Kelly, wait, I think-"

"You play guitar, right? Maybe we can sign you for a gig someplace in LA, and-oh, you can sing with Kendall and play. That'd be cool, right?" Kelly continued.

"Yeah, but-"

"Heads up!" A guy shouted and Aimee looked away from Kelly to see a football flying towards them.

Kelly saw, and a cross between a squeak and a scream escaped her lips. Instinctively, Aimee jumped, snatching the football from the air. She fell backwards, and landed on her back, looking up to the ceiling.

"Whoa! Oh my gosh, I am so sorry!" The guy yelled, and Aimee sat up, still holding to the football.

"Carlos, you should be more careful!" Kelly scolded.

The guy said his apology to Kelly, who continued to scold him as Aimee got up, brushing off her jeans.

"Hey, sorry bout that." The guy approached Aimee.

"No problem." She looked at the guy. He was Hispanic, with tan skin, black hair and playful brown puppy dog eyes. He wore blue jeans, a t-shirt and wore a helmet, wisps of black hair peeking out underneath it. He was cute, and Aimee couldn't help but notice how cute his grin was.

"That was a great catch!" He exclaimed, impressed.

"Thanks."

"How'd you learn to do that? You were quick. Like lightning!"

Aimee gave the ball back to him. "I have an older brother. He always used to throw footballs at me and yell 'heads up' just before it hit me. I had to learn to catch it before it did," she smiled.

"That's cool. What's your name? I'm-"

"Trouble," Kelly announced, taking the football out of his hands. "That's what this one is." She affectionately tapped him on his helmet. "Go back to the studio. Gustavo just texted and said he was missing one of you guys. You. Now get back up there."

"But Kelly!" He whined, looking from the ball to Aimee to Kelly.

"No buts. Sorry, but you've got a song to work on."

"Okay," He said then started to walk away. He paused, and turned to face the girls. "Bye Kelly, bye… girl who can catch a football better than James!" He laughed then went into a closing elevator, slipping in at the last second.

Kelly shook her head, but smiled. "That boy is going to get roared at for being late."

Aimee, still grinning from the encounter, asked, "Who was he?"

"Carlos Garcia. He's one of the boys."

She nodded. "What boys?"

"My boys, 'his dogs,'" Kelly said. "Big Time Rush. There's 3 more, but we'll see them later. First, let me show you to your new place. You'll be living with me in my place, but it's too big for just me, so it's gonna be your place too. Hopefully you'll like it ok." Kelly started walking again.

Aimee followed and took one last look at the ground floor of the Palm Woods before getting into the elevator. "That's what you said about the flight. And if my new place is anything like the flight, then I'll love it."

"Guys!" The loud, excited voice of Carlos Garcia screeched through the sound room and the recording studio, blasting out the eardrums of Logan Mitchell and the rest of Big Time Rush's members.

"Yo, Carlos!" The second loud voice, irate, rocked through the room, making the members cringe, covering their ears. "E-nuf! Get in the studio!" Yelled Gustavo Rocque, Big Time Rush's temperamental record producer.

"Sorry," Carlos apologized to Gustavo then went into the recording room, sitting in-between Kendall Knight and James Diamond. "Guys, you all won't believe what just happened to me."

"Ok, from the top now that Carlos is here."

"I was downstairs in the lobby because I forgot my helmet at the pool, remember? Well, I got it and I put it on and then I walked into the lobby, then-"

"Hey, dogs! From the top!" Gustavo yelled, but the boys ignored him, looking to Carlos.

"I saw that guy from math class, and I threw the football to him. But I missed and it wasn't him anyways, so whatever; and the ball flew towards Kelly and this chick who was next to Kelly, talking, well, listening to Kelly. And I yelled 'head's up!' and they looked and Kelly screamed, and the other chick caught the ball! Like lightning!" Carlos spoke fast. "But she lost her balance and fell back and I went to help her, but she got up and-"

"FROM THE TOP! NOW OR ELSE!" Gustavo roared.

"Do you want to ride in a big limousine? Tell me do you want to…" Kendall started singing.

They sung their newest song, perfectly until they hit the end.

"You wanna be famous,"

"Your song is on the radio, hot rotation video. Bright lights, fan tail; paparazzi on your mail-"

"STOP!"

Logan squirmed in his seat for the scolding he was about to receive for mixing up the words.

"Logan, Logan, Logan…"

"Gustavo, Gustavo, Gustavo…" Logan tried, smiling hopefully.

Fail. "You need to get it right!"

"I know, I just mixed up those two words. It's ok."

"Ok?" Gustavo repeated. "Fans don't have tails as far as I know, right Logan?"

"I guess. I mean, what if one of my fans is a dog?"

"Or a kitten!" Carlos added, grinning.

"Or a kitten," Logan nodded. "They have tails. And they're fans. So…"

"Do you have paparazzi on your mail?" Gustavo asked. "Yeah, I didn't think so. From the top again!" He rushed on before Logan could answer.

The music started up again and with a 'careful to not push Gustavo's buttons, we're on a record for not doing it as often here' look from Kendall, they started over again.

It was going smoothly, once again.

"come on, we gotta work harder; fight the fight together. Take you to the top, we've got the winning team. It's your moment, you can own it; it's the American dream."

"You wanna be famous…" They all sang together, in perfect harmony.

Logan saw the doors open to the studio and saw Kelly creep in and motion for someone else to creep in. A blonde with curly hair followed after Kelly, and she was in the back of the room, too far for Logan to see her face.

He looked to Kendall, who didn't see her yet. But Carlos had.

"That's her! Hi!" Carlos stopped, mid-chorus, and waved to her.

All heads turned to Carlos, then to who he was looking at. The girl looked towards them and smiled.

Logan was happy he was sitting in a seat because if he were standing, his knees would've began to knock against each other.

She was pretty. Beautiful, even. The girl had long curly blond hair, it was big soft curls, the natural kind, not the kind that were produced from a curling iron and hairspray; and her hair went to the bottom of her ribcage and she had pale skin. He couldn't see her eyes, but they looked friendly as she smiled and waved to Carlos.

Jealousy flittered through Logan as she waved to Carlos. Logan looked to Kendall, who merely looked curious about who she was, then he looked to Carlos who was grinning and waving like he was about to set sail on a cruise; then James, who was already brushing his hair with his lucky comb and smiling seductively, trying to capture her attention.

"Carlos!" Gustavo scowled. "Stop ruining our rehearsals!"

Carlos didn't listen and already took off his headphones and opened the door to the studio and went in. Logan couldn't hear what Carlos said, but he read his lips easily. Carlos had said, "Hi!" along with enthused waves.

"Come on, let's go see what's up," Kendall said, and headed to the door. James and Logan followed him into the room.

"-Perry. I found her on Scuttlebutter. She's a guitarist and singer slash actress. Her brother's a tv producer." Kelly was saying, talking to Gustavo and his people in the studio.

Odd name for a girl. Perry. Oh well, I've heard weirder, I guess, Logan thought as he stood next to James and Kendall.

Perry was standing next to Kelly, smiling awkwardly; she was obviously unsure of what to do.

"This is Gustavo Rocque, my boss, and record producer," Kelly introduced Perry to Gustavo.

"Nice to meet you, Gustavo," Perry said, smiling sweetly to the angry record producer.

Gustavo's hard mean face melted to a emotionless look. "It is nice to meet me."

"And this is Big Time Rush." Kelly shoved Carlos, who was slowly creeping towards Perry, back in line, next to Kendall. "Kendall Knight," she looked to Kendall.

He stepped forward. "Hi, nice to meet you," Kendall grinned easily.

"Carlos Garcia, you know him already." Kelly tossed a football to Carlos, who caught it, stepping forward as Kendall stepped back.

"I remember you," Perry smiled, a lovely smile.

"I remember you too!" Carlos exclaimed. "Heads up," he said, tossing the ball to her.

She caught it easily. "Got it."

"James Diamond," Kelly looked to James, who stepped up.

"Hey," he gave her his most attractive grin.

Perry just smiled. "Hey."

"And Logan Mitchell."

Logan froze. "Uh…" I can't say anything! Open up, mouth, please! Why do I always panic under pressure? There isn't even any pressure! Why me?

"This dog ruined the song," Gustavo stated, looking at Logan.

"It was just two words!" Logan squeaked.

"Fans don't have tails!"

"Well, they might. He could have a fan that's a dog," Perry said, looking at Gustavo then to Logan. Their eyes met and she smiled, he blushed.

"Or a kitten!" Carlos insisted.

Perry laughed. "Or a kitten. And they have tails. They could be fans."

"Not the way Logan's singing," Gustavo tried, defeated by the fan tail thing.

"Sorry," Logan apologized.

"Anyways, I was thinking, that maybe she might sing a duet with Kend-"

"Me!" Carlos and James exclaimed.

Gustavo glared at the two and they didn't say anything else. He looked back to Kelly, then to Perry. "Can you sing?"

"I like to think I can."

"Give her a chance, please?" Kelly asked sweetly.

Gustavo contemplated. "Hmm… I don't know, I already have these dogs, I'm not sure if I should take another person."

"Please, Gustavo?" Perry clasped her hands together, pouting hopefully.

"Yeah, please Gu-" Carlos and James started until another glare from Gustavo shut them mid-plead.

"Just one song?" asked Kelly.

Gustavo looked to his assistant then to this new girl and sighed. "All right. Let's try Famous with the boys."

"Yes!" Carlos whispered, high-fiving James. Logan smiled, somewhat excited too. The 4 boys started to go into the studio, passing Freight Train, Gustavo's bodyguard.

"Except Logan."

"What?" Logan squealed then yelped, getting picked up by Freight Train as the other boys went in.

Gustavo crossed his arms. "Let's see if she can sing."

Logan sighed, and Freight Train put him down. "Okaay." Logan looked inside the recording studio, where Perry had taken his place next to Kendall. Kendall handed her the lyrics, pointed out Logan's part and watched as she read it, putting the headphones on.

Logan stood, watching them inside as the music started. The song went well, and during the chorus, it sounded good, having her voice mixed with theirs.

"I can't hear her," Kelly said.

"Just wait til Logan's part. She'll be solo."

Logan waited til the end, and then he opened his mouth to sing his part, but remembered he was on the other side of the glass and that Perry was singing his part.

"Your song is on the radio, hot rotation video; bright lights-"

Gustavo leaned in, and Logan waited to hear the part where he had messed up,

"fan mail, paparazzi on your tail; tour bus, private jet, thinking big ain't failed you yet."

Gustavo looked at Logan pointedly, and Logan looked away, back to Perry. She finished his solo and everyone stared at her as soon as it ended. She looked around to see everyone staring and blushed. "Did I mess up?"

"No, no, you did it right." Gustavo told her.

Logan was suddenly panic-stricken. What if he wanted her in and Logan out of the band? She sang it right, and she sounded good.

"Can you sing the chorus again? With… Kendall only. Kendall, you're backup."

Kendall nodded. "'Kay."

"Pick up from 'You can do it.' " Gustavo directed as soon as James and Carlos left the studio, standing next to Logan.

The music started up again, and Kendall sang his part, leading up to the chorus.

This time would be different, she'd be singing with just Kendall, who was singing backup so she would be heard, and she wouldn't be sort of rapping at the end, like in Logan's part.

It seemed like everyone was watching and listening intently as Perry opened her mouth and began to sing. "You wanna be famous, you wanna be the one who's living the life. You wanna be famous, you wanna be the one who's taking the free ride." Her voice was strong and powerful, she was on pitch and on time. It was perfect, and they looked to each other, amazed.

"Allll right. Thank you," Gustavo said, as Kendall smiled and nodded to Perry, who smiled also.

They came out of the studio and as the guys went to talk to her, Logan was held back by Freight Train and Gustavo looked at him. "She's good, right Logan?"

"Yeah…" Logan started, unsure why he was asking him.

"Maybe I should have her teach you your part." Gustavo seemed to be scolding him, but not. Logan shrugged.

"Ok."

Gustavo turned to talk to Kelly and Logan made his way to Perry.

"Hey, you sounded great," Logan managed, with a smile.

She turned to look at him and smiled. "Thanks. I was kinda nervous."

Logan noticed that her accent was different, but was really adorable. "Really? I could hardly tell."

"We should go play football after this," Carlos interrupted, trying to get her attention.

"Sure, Carlos." She said, not paying attention, her eyes still on Logan. "That was acting," She smiled.

"You're a great actress then too."

"Thanks… You're Logan, right?"

His heart sank a little. Kelly had introduced everyone just a little while ago.

"I suck at names. I've got Gustavo, Kelly and Carlos. You're Logan, right?"

"Yeah. Logan Mitchell."

"Nice meetin ya, Logan."

Logan felt at ease now. "Nice meeting you too, Perry… What's your last name, I didn't catch it."

Carlos and James snickered.

"Her last name is Perry, Logan," Kendall said. "We missed Kelly saying her first name, but we caught her last name."

Logan blushed furiously. I always look like an idiot infront of girls. Brainy smart one, huh. "Oops."

The girl laughed, but not meanly. "It's fine. My first name's Aimee Joy. Call me Aimee. Or AJ."

"Oh ok. That makes more sense," Logan mumbled.

Aimee nodded, smiling. "Yeah, hopefully. I mean, Perry would be a cool first name. Odd, but cool. Ya know, for a girl."

Logan nodded, still trying to get his face to cool down.

"Aimee Joy!" Gustavo boomed. "You've got me. We're going to get you to sing with one of these dogs. Welcome to Los Angeles!"

Logan looked to Aimee, who was smiling from ear to ear.

"Welcome to LA!" Big Time Rush cheered.

so... it's over for now lol. Review, pretty please with Big Time Rush on top! Reviews make me happy, and a happy writer equals more updates. Oh and to motivate a review, I've got the next chapter ready... it just needs a review for this one, ok? Just one review. As soon as i get ONE, I will put up the next chapter. :) So... yeah...