Disclaimer: I don't own any characters from Big Time Rush except for Rocquelle Jordan. All the other girl character are courtesy of my contest.
Summary: Hawk has decided to start a girl band that will rival Big Time Rush and finally up Gustavo. He searches around the country looking for the perfect mix of girls, with the vocals, looks, and sex appeal to knock Big Time Rush off the music charts. He finds what he's looking for in Dallas, TX and Miami, FL. Four girls with everything he wants in one giant package, he moves them into the Palm Woods where they first meet Big Time Rush. Hawk has given the girls one rule: Stay away from Big Time Rush! But its hard to follow your head when your heart is pulling you towards another.
Now let's meet Hawk's new band: Crush!
Hawk was done having Gustavo one up him for the last time. Ever since he found those four hockey players from Minnesota and turned them in a band, Hawk Records has been declining and Hawk doesn't like that and neither does his CEO. He has been given one month to find a new band to sign the label and actually make a profit off it.
So, he hired a new assistant, named Celia. She is definitely the most efficient assistant that he has had. She's also ruthless which he loves. He had her call all the media stations in Miami, FL and Dallas, TX to host a casting call for all up and coming singers to be signed with a huge record company.
He first traveled in Miami in hopes that what he's looking for is here.
RPOV
Rocquelle Jordan better known as Rocky or RJ around her neighborhood walked into the Miami Beach Convention Center. She's wearing a blue/green flowered wrap around top that made her light brown skin glow in the sunlight, dark skinny jeans, and her combat boots. It was too hot to wear her favorite leather jacket. Her hair curled around her shoulders as it fell down her back, stopping at the arch in her back.
She needed to hurry up with this audition. She was a little later than she wanted to be. She was supposed to be teaching her salsa class but she wanted to find out if she had what it takes to finally get out of Miami and live her dreams.
She grabbed a number, and application before walking over to the far corner. As she walked she felt eyes follow her. Even at the age of 17, she knew she got attention everywhere she went. She was hot but she hated how people would stare as if she was some exhibit.
Once she completes the application. Rocky stands up and places her application. She walked to the far end of the open space and just did a few warm ups. She still hasn't decided what she wants to sing. Maybe she'll know when she gets up there.
"Number 60." The same red head yells. Rocky walks over to her. The red head gestures through the double doors.
Rocky walks into the giant meeting room and stood in the middle of the room, where Hawk was sitting behind the white table.
"Your name?" He asks in a bored tone.
"Rocquelle Jordan."
"Get on with it." He says absently with a wave of his hand.
She raises her eyebrow at him. She decides instantly what she's going to sing. She nods.
I'm about to give you all of my money
And all I'm askin' in return, honey
Is to give me my profits
When you get home
Yeah baby,
When you get home
Yeah (just a little bit)
Ooo, your kisses
Sweeter than honey
And guess what?
So is my money
All I want you to do for me
Is give it to me when you get home
She belts out the last note. When she's done, she looks at him. His face looks actually impressed even though she can't see his eyes.
"Impressive, didn't know you had it in you."
"Really? Because I know that I sung that song amazingly." She says confidently, hating when people try to patronize because of her looks. She crosses her arms.
"Attitude? I like it. Thanks." He says before going back to talk the red head. "Will call you."
Rocky stands there for a few more seconds gaping before she squares her shoulders and walks out with her held high. She has to get to her dance class anyway.
CPOV
Cheyenne Bizon was one of the first people to be seen for Hawk's contest at the Miami Beach Convention Center. She was excited this is what she's been waiting for. She loved music. It was her life. No, literally it was her life, well besides her friends and family. But yeah, music was a big part of it. She loved the feeling she got when she wrote a new song or grasped a new level in her singing ability. She felt like nothing could touch her.
Don't get her wrong she did other things to. She hung out with her friends, she tutored math, she even drew but since no one in her family has any artistic bone in their bodies they don't believe her when she says that she drew it.
But she digresses; hopefully when she get signed she could branch out without being under her parent's watchful eye. Hell, they don't even know she's here. They think she has an early tutoring session with some stupid jock.
Chey wasn't ugly or anything. She actually got a lot of attention from guys. She has long brown hair, fair skin that gets a tan if she stays out in the sun long enough. Her bright green eyes with tints of blue in them make for an amazing combination. Her 5"4' frame makes her seem really skinny but it's mostly muscle.
She's wearing a graphic tee of one of Hawk's bands, skinny jeans and her favorite converse shoes.
She didn't want them to find out about it until she actually got signed.
She grabbed her number and happily sat down and filled out the application. While filling out an application, she started absently thinking about some pranks she wanted to pull on her friends when she got home. She finished the application, and then started tapping her feet to the music in her head.
A woman wearing a crisp white shirt, a pleated skirt, and flaming red hair carrying a clip board comes through the double doors.
"Number 5." She says her voice almost in a cold tone.
Cheyenne jumps up from her seat and hands her the application before walking into the room. Hawk is leaning back in his chair, looking bored and it hasn't even been 10 in the morning yet.
"Your name?" He asks.
"Cheyenne Bizon."
He nods. "Well, start."
Cheyenne nods. She takes a deep breath before she stops.
Are you listening ,here me talk here me sing
Open up the door ,easy less easy more
When you tell me to beware are you here are you there
Is there something I should know, easy come easy go
out of your head, don't hear a word I said
I can't communicate when you wait, don't relate
I try to talk to you, never even knew
So what's it gonna be, tell me, can you hear me
I'm so sick of it, your attention deficit ,
Never listen, you never listen
I'm so sick of it, go and throw another fit
Never listen, you never listen,
I scream your name, It always stays the same
I scream and shout
So what I'm gonna do now is freak the freak out
She ends by being on her knees. She gets up.
"Nice voice. Will call you." He says.
Cheyenne walks out of the room feeling confident with her performance. She heads back to her house, getting prepared for some pranks she plans on playing and then heading to the beach for a run.
After Hawk left Miami, he was pretty happy with the choices he made. He found the talent and one was fiery and he liked it. The only way this band was going to crush Big Time Rush and Gustavo was if he was going to have find four girls that would have flair, the talent and he found two. But he still had to go through Dallas to find the other half that would finally put him back on top.
APOV
Abigail Daniels known by her friends as Abby, walked along the streets of Dallas, TX. She really needed to get away from her mother. They got into another fight about Abby's future. Kristen Daniels believed that Abby wanted to continue her modeling career. That this was just a break. Her mother just never understood that modeling never made her happy. She only did it because she didn't want to let her mom down.
Abby loved music. Rock music is her favorite. Just the lyrics and sound that came from these bands were mind-boggling. Abby's voice was very versatile but she had a rockers voice.
She walks down 3rd street when she hears the sounds of a carnival. She follows the sound until her face lite up at all the games and rides going on. There was going to be a huge concert tonight. As she walked through the carnival she felt the stares following her. It wasn't like she wasn't used to the looks. She used to be a model, it kinda came with the territory. Her tall 5"6' frame, emerald eyes, and olive skin where definitely head turners. Her dark brown hair fell in waves around her face. Throw in the fact that she was wearing a Prada dress that fit her body snugly with cowboy boots she looked amazing if she said so herself.
She started walking over to the cotton candy stand when a flyer flies straight for her and hits her in the chest. She lifts it up and starts to read. "Hawk Records? Contract?" She thinks loudly. This is what she needed.
She looks for the stand or tent or whatever the place was being held. She sees a few girls. She starts to feel a little uneasy before she remembered the words her mother instilled in her. Daniels are winners and they don't give up. She squares her shoulders and walks confidently into the tent. She fills out an application before she realizes that its only three girls left waiting.
Both girls number get called before Abby is the only one left. A red head with a hard face walks out. "You're the last one."
Abby smoothes out her dress before walking into see Hawk wearing his signature silver jacket that was tailored to his body.
"Your name?" He asks.
"Abigail Daniels."
"Start." He demands sounding tired.
There was a time
When I was so brokenhearted
Love wasn't much of a friend of mine
The tables have turned - yeah
'Cause me and them ways have parted
That kinda love was the killin' kind
(so listen)
All I want is someone I can't resist
I know - all I - need to know
By the way that I got kissed
I was Cryin' when I met you
Now I'm tryin' to forget you
Your love is sweet misery
I was Cryin' just to get you
Now I'm dyin' 'cause I let you
Do what you do down on me
"That was surprising. I didn't expect that from you.
"Thank you." Abby says.
"That was good. Will call you."
Abby felt good about her audition. Now it was time to head back to her brother and mother at the hotel.
MPOV
Megan Tucker was excited to be at the carnival. Since her family traveled a lot she liked having real teenage experiences when she could get them. She walked around the carnival with her brother, Blake. He had already won her a stuffed panda. She hugged it to her. Her eyes lite up at all the rides they had yet to go on. The carnival was almost over and they still had half of the rides to get on.
"Hey, Blake?" Megan says.
Her brother turns to face her. He has an easy smile.
"Yeah, Rose?" He asks. He like her other brother calls her by her middle name.
She hates her first name but she can't really change it. She's only sixteen. Her older sister, Ashley, calls her that to but since she's working in L.A. she doesn't get to talk to her as much. Her other older sister, Danielle, by two years calls her Megan. She knows that she can't stand it.
"I think we should head to the fun house." I say pointing to the other side of the field over a huge tent.
He slowly nods. "Ok, but after can we please ride the ferris wheel." He asks already walking towards the fun house.
She groans. "You know I hate heights. No, scratch that. You know I'm deathly afraid of heights."
"I know but please. I hardly ask you for anything. The least you could do is try." He gives her the puppy dog eyes.
She caves like five seconds into the look. "Fine. But when I'm crying and hysterical you have to buy me ice cream."
"Deal." They shake on it before continuing. She straightens her tank top when she sees girls crying on the floor.
"I wonder what that's about?"
Her brother just shrugs. He walk over to one and she can see them talking. He comes back and says, "There having a contest. Whoever gets picked gets signed to Hawk Records and be in his new band."
"Oh my god." She screams.
Blake covers his ears at the sound. "Yeah, not like I need my hearing or anything. Well, go on and try out."
"They'd never take her. She's too average." The voice of her sister rings over both of them.
They turn and see Danielle standing behind them hands on her hips. Her eyes are a little puffy but her voice is still snide.
"Lay off, Danny. But judging from how you look, he wouldn't take you."
"As if I care. If they wouldn't take me, they'd never take her." She brushes her hair off her shoulder before stomping away.
"Don't listen to her. She's just jealous. You have a rocking voice. Now, go in there and show them."
She hands her brother the animal and walks into the room. There's only another girl in there left. After filling out her application, a tall model-esque girl walks into the tent. She grabs an application. Before she can ask her name, her number gets called.
She puts a smile on her face and walks positively into the room where Hawk is idly turning his water around in his glass.
"Name?" He asks not looking up.
She tries not to let it affect her. "Megan Rose Tucker." She says.
"You can start."
She waits a few seconds before she begins,
Take a little moment to relieve all your tension
Lose yourself to somebody else
Your mind's the creator and your body's the extension
Give me that
I'll give it back
If I scratch your back you need to scratch mine
You need to get yours I need to get mine
If I scratch your back you need to scratch mine
You need to get yours I need to get mine
He claps three times seeming impressed. "Nice job. Will call you."
Megan smiles.
A/N: I know I said that I wouldn't update this story until after New Year but I had some extra time and I had an inspiration to get started on it. This will be the only chapter most likely for 2010. I might update another chapter if I get started on it before I leave to go back home. Send me any and all criticism, the good, the bad, or just any comment.
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