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Chapter One
I was laid on my front lawn, sweating the day away. It was one of the hottest days in history for California. My oversized boombox was next tome, playing the song I Know You Know by Big Time Rush. When I saw my cousin racing towards me, I sat up. Sometimes, she could be so peppy and spirited. In my point of view, it took to much energy. She seemed to be hiding something behind her back.
"I got us tickets to a BTR concert!" she exclaimed. Miranda was obsessed with those boys. Not that I wasn't. She was more about their looks, though. I admired them because they truly had talent and they kinda brought boy bands back.
"We've been to a BTR concert before," I pointed out. It was true. She'd been screaming the entire time. She gave me a mysterious smile.
"Yeah, but this time, we're gonna disguise as reporters and interview them for my fan site," she explained. "It's foolproof, Kara!" I nodded and faked a smile. I didn't think that was the most sensible idea, but it was no use arguing with Miranda Bitters.
"Fine," I grumbled. She squealed and hugged me tightly. Just then, Big Night by big Time Rush came on. We automatically started dancing to a routine we made up a few days ago. We're more in love with dancing than BTR. We ended with me doing a flip off of her hand.
"Okay, let's go get ready for Big Time Rush!" she exclaimed. I really hadn't known what I was in for.
BTRBTRBTRBTR
"Okay," I whispered in Miranda's ear, "First, we show our fake I.D.'s to the guards, and then we try to get backstage. I take out my video camera and you quickly throw the questions at them. Simple." Like she did sometimes, Miranda seemed to be chickening out of her scheme. It's as if we traded places.
"What if we get caught?" she whined. I rolled my eyes.
"Like you said earlier," I argued, "Foolproof. Besides, we look the part." We were both wearing professional outfits: Me- a white ruffled blouse, high-waisted dress pants, and heels to make me look taller and Miranda- long sleeved white shirt, a pencil skirt, and knee-length boots.
"Okay, let's go!" We barged through the huge crowd, crashing right into 2 security guards. They were gigantic and even scarier than I'd thought they'd be.
"The fans stay in the fan area," Guard 1 said. He pointed towards a large group of teenage and tween girls. I gulped. No way was I getting back in there.
"Actually, we're reporters. We have identification," Miranda said, raising our nametags. "For their official fan site." Guard 2 leaned in and checked them out.
"Sorry. Just doing our jobs," he apologized, a bit embarrassed.
"No problem," I said, going past them. When we were far enough away, we screamed in delight. The two of us held hands and jumped around in circles.
"Great job!" Miranda exclaimed, hugging me.
"You're so modest," I replied. "It was you that got past them with you 'We have I.D', but we still need to find Big Time Rush. The concert will start soon." We split up and looked back and forth, to and fro for the boys, but we didn't find them. Miranda was staring at something I couldn't see, so I walked towards her,
"Do you think they might be in here?" she asked, pointing towards a door. A sticker was plastered to it that read 'BACKSTAGE' in caps. I rolled my eyes. Even though she was my best friend and a relation, she could be so clueless at times. I twisted the knob as quietly as I could and we tip-toed in. Being my normal clumsy self, I tripped over a cord. When I fell, I heard something break underneath me. Meanwhile, Miranda was gawking at the boys of Big Time Rush. I found out that the thing that had broken was my parents' new video camera. That was very expensive. I hurriedly put the pieces into my tote bag and stood up. Miranda was still staring as the guys stared back.
"Er…hi," I said, breaking the silence. Miranda seemed to shake off her frozen potion too.
"We're here to interview you," Miranda explained. James raised up his hands.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Who said you could be in here?" he asked. Then we pointed to Miranda. "You may go," he said to her. Then he turned to me, smiling.
"But you can stay," he whispered into my ear. "I'll give you an interview." I wasn't exactly sure what that meant, but it was definitely offensive. I took a step back. In my peripheral vision, I saw Miranda whimpering.
"She just wanted to interview you guys for her website," I said, trying not to lose my temper. Logan stepped towards James.
"Maybe you should let them," he said. I smiled. Thank God for him. But James didn't want to listen. He was still all up in my face.
"What's your name?" he asked, "And are you from Tennessee? 'Cause you're the only ten I see." Oh God. I grabbed Miranda's arm before giving James a karate kick in the shin. I swear I heard a crunch. He cried out in pain.
"And just so you know: lamest pick-up line ever," I said, dragging the word out. I trudged out the door, dragging Miranda behind me.
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