Big Time Shot

Yes I admit it (reluctantly), I do not own BTR or anything like that, I do however own the plot line and my character Andrew. For a list of OCs check out the review thingy-ma-bob. Carry on…

Chapter 1
Untamed Beginning Part 1
Here or Not?

Andrew POV

Maybe going to the bathroom by myself was a stupid idea. After 10 minutes of wandering around looking like an idiot, I finally found someone to ask for directions and was on my way up to the meeting room set-aside for Ally and me. The elevator doors dinged as they opened up to the 6th level of Rocque Records. Looking at the watch I saw that I was late and began running down the hall way, past all the past boy bands that had record deals with the company in the 90s. Being the idiot that I am, I ran straight into something, rather a someone. Also being as small as I am, I bounced right off that someone and landed with a thud on my backside.

Looking up I saw that someone was in fact a guy with what seemed to be a helmet on his head. "Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry, I'm such a klutz sometimes." The guy had tanned skin and looked pretty Latino to me, he jumped up off the floor and slapped his helmet twice, "no problem, I got protection." The guy was smiling like crazy as he bounced over to where I had landed and extended his hand out. "Upsy daisy." Once he had pulled me up to a standing position, he put out his hand once again, "Hi, I'm Carlos." I took his hand and shook it, "Andrew." Carlos gave me a weird look and I pulled of my beanie, "I know what your thinking and yes I am a girl. You can me Drew."

"CARLOS, GIVE ME BACK MY LUCK COMB!" a loud shout sounded from down the hall and round the corner, "well I gotta go, I'll see you round sometime?" with that, the Latino boy speed off down the opposite end of the hall and around a corner. A few moments went by before a tall, dark haired guy came running past. At first he ran straight past me, then backed up a bit, "ahh, hi, you haven't happened to of seen a shorter, not as good looking as me Latino boy run past have you?" I nodded my head at the boy, he was one of those pretty boy types, did I mention how much they annoy me. S large smile appeared on his face, "what way did he go?" grinning evilly, I pointed in a direction completely opposite to where Carlos went.

Laughing quietly to myself I set off down the way 'pretty-boy' had came from, on my endeavor to once again, to try to find the meeting room I was supposed to be at 15 minutes ago. After two more boys had past me, one of which was muttering what sounded like "I need new friends," I finally came across a door that had "Meeting Room" printed on it quiet largely. I stood there for a while arguing with myself if it was I good idea to go in or not, I finally got the courage to knock on the door but before I could move my I hand, I heard my sister's voice through the door, "she's usually late to everything." I swung open the door to the room, not caring if I was interrupting, "hey, this time it wasn't my fault, I got lost and then I ran into, literary, someone."

A large swirly chair behind the table swung around to face me, revealing a large man wearing what I could describe as yellow fly-eye glasses, "nice of you to grace us with your presence Miss Jones." I took a seat as far as I could from him around the table, I ended up sitting next to my twin while the large man and Miss Wainwright (whom we first met at the karaoke place) sat at the other end of the table. "Morning Miss Wainwright." I nodded at the African American lady, Drew, I told you to call me Kelly, you too Aly." Kelly looked from me to Aly. "Now girls, I would like you to meet your music producer, Gustavo Rocque."

Gustavo looked me and Aly up and down, "Kelly, get the marketing team in here, NOW. I have a lot of work to do before Friday for Griffin if you want the new dogs to get any where near the charts." The duos manager blew and air horn as three groups of people appeared, about 4 ladies in tailored suits, a man in a gold get up and a professional looking man and woman carrying clipboards. The angry record producer clasped his hands over the desk, "All great singing groups need four things; good dancing, a good look, a great song and great singing." "but Gustavo, neither of us can dance," Aly stood at her interjection while I just backed her up by nodding. "And that is where Mr. X comes in. Dance studio, NOW!" My ears started as me and Aly were herded out of the room.

"Remember, we have until Friday to get the pups to dogs if we want the to get them any where." That was the last thing we heard before Kelly and angry man walked out of the studio.

The two came back into the studio about an hour later, Gustavo started to turn red as he saw me and Aly lying on the ground awkwardly with Mr. X nowhere in sight. "I thought you girls would be more responsible than this." Aly tried to explain our actions to Kelly but angry man just put up his hand to stop her, "I don't want to hear it, back to my office, NOW." Wow I just realized Gustavo yells 'now' a lot. Anyway, we followed the boss to his office and sat down in the spots we were in only an hour ago.

"Now for a great look." Angry man sat back down on his seat to face us while Kelly stood to the side, with two of the three remaining groups of people behind her. The professional looking guy and lady stepped forward, "Now we've done a bit a research for you two, we've put apart the music industry of yesterday, today and tomorrow. We give you…" as the lady finished speaking the fashion team rushed forward towards me and Aly. Me being me, I fell off my chair as one lady started pulling at my hair while the other one tried tugging my tee shirt over my head.

After a short period of getting changed the lady began to finish her sentence, "The Kiwis". Me and Aly were dressed the same, we had on very, very tight, what looked to be All Black rugby shirts, a short pare pupu (flax skirt), and no shoes. "The All Blacks are a very well known rugby team, currently sitting at number one, and the skirt things are traditional of the native culture." The lady was trying to explain to the room why they looked odd, "umm, we're from New Zealand and we both think we look like dicks." "You shut it," Angry man pointed at me and spun around to point at evil lady, "You, more options."

"May I present, Ba2le Fron2." The Asian man showed us off this time. I had brown pencil skirt on with a camouflage puffy shirt, a army hat thing and black 6 inch heeled boots. I stood there awkwardly trying not to fall over with the heels while Aly got to wear a more of a general's outfit. "This will make girls of all ages join the army to defend our great country." The man saluted as an American flag unraveled behind us. This was ridiculous so I spoke up, "one problem, we're not Americans." Angry man actually nodded at me! "The pups got a point, change it!"

"How about Hot'n'Cold?" I looked over at Aly and laughed as she tried tugging down a black leather corset over her midriff. She also had on a very, very tinny red vinyl skirt over black fishnet stockings with like an 8 inch heeled boot that went up to her knees.. She then began laughing and pointing at me, it was then that I noticed that I was wearing a very short white sun dress with white ballet flats and my hair was now in two pigtails. "Can I at least have my beanie back?" the marketing team just ignored me as if I wasn't there. The man turned to Gustavo explaining the outfits, "It's like two sides of a coin, good vs. evil. We would have the attention of the rebels wanting to be like Alyson and the good girls to be like Andrew, You'd have guys lining up trying to get their autograph as well as the girls." "yeh and our dad would also be rolling in his grave." Aly gave up on the top and was now doing her best to pull the skirt down. The two looked at Gustavo waiting for his approval "I hate it." "So do we," they replied.

OK yes I do know it sounds like Big Time Audition but that was the only way that I could think of so I could set it up for the rest of the story, hope you liked it. Don't forget to review and get me feed back!.