Disclaimer I don't own Big Time Rush.
- Chapter One -
Ana thought as she smiled to herself while looking outside the hotel window, 'I cannot believe it! My band and I have just gotten signed to do an album. It is with an English record company that wants to get a Latino singer, so not really sure how to feel about that. Our group at least has most of the creative control. Plus I have my band with me which will keep me grounded. They originally wanted only me, but I said hell no. With some pushing and shoving I got them to sign us all. Tomorrow we go into the studio to record a couple of our songs and meet with our producer Gustavo. I hope he is ready for us, we are a hand full. I am so excited I can hardly sleep!' She was disrupted from her thoughts when her phone rang. From the ringtone alone, which was California Love, she knew it was home calling. Picking up the phone she answered "Hello?"
"Ana! It's all of us here! We just wanted to say Good Luck tomorrow and stay safe." her youngest sister yelled into the phone. Then everyone from her family proceeded to try to talk into the phone, so nothing was understandable. "I love and miss you all." Ana laughed into the phone.
Then what sounded like a struggle for the phone then a moment later her mother spoke "Ana, you will be great". Then her ever-over-protective father said "Just remember if anything doesn't feel right you can always walk away. And if anything happens-" "I know Dad. You are coming down to take names and kick some ass. If anything bad happens you better hope there is anything left after the band and I get through with them." Ana chuckled at the end. The band was 12 guys, she had no worries, they would take care of her.
Next her other sister, the middle sister, piped up "Remember to be on the lookout for some blonde hair blue eyed hot guys with Muscle that Ouch!-" Ana heard a thud then her father yell in the background "You better not!" Then both sides of the phone erupted in laughter.
"No dad, you do not have to worry. I'm in LA, the guys here are too into themselves, that is a huge turn off. Plus I'm not here for that, I am here to record then I'm coming home. This is a job, not fun. I got to go to bed not. Bye and I'll try and call tomorrow after the meeting. Love you" Then at once they all said "Love you, Bye!"
She placed the phone back on the bed side table and laid down to get a good night's rest before the big day tomorrow. Ana was going to be the first Latin artist at Rocque Records, so tomorrow would be a learning experience for all.
