A/N: Hey guys! This is my new story for Big Time Rush! If you don't like them, simple solution: Don't read this! If you do like them, I hope you enjoy reading this story as much as I enjoy writing it! Well, here it goes!

Prologue

"This is so exciting!" exclaimed seventeen year old Summer Olson.

"I know!" agreed her friends Lindsay Yates and Destiny Sampley, and they began a happy dance right in the middle of the airport.

"Ok guys, yes it's exciting, but we're in the middle of an airport!" exclaimed Kellie Clove, looking around at all of the travelers staring at her friends and smiling widely. "But we're gonna be famous! She exclaimed, joining her friends in their dance.

"Ok," said Lindsay, stopping her dance and picking up her bags. "We'd better get outside. What time did Gustavo say he was sending the limo?"

"3:30," replied Destiny excitedly. "Can you believe it? A limo!"

"I know it's so cool!" Summer agreed and they began the happy dance again. Kellie and Lindsay rolled their eyes, smiling at their friends. They were just as excited as the other two when Gustavo Rocque came to Henderson in search of a girl band and chose them and they got to move to Hollywood, but they did a better job of containing it. They did their best to calm down Destiny and Summer.

"It's 3:25," said Lindsay. "We'd better get out there."

"Yeah," said Kellie. "And before we get too excited, remember the promises we made to our family, our friends and ourselves."

Destiny and Summer nodded, now more serious.

"Just because we're famous doesn't mean we have to change, for anyone," said Destiny.

"Especially boys," added Summer. "And speaking of boys, stay focused on our music for a little while before dating. No matter how hot." She hung her head a little bit and the other girls laughed.

"Good," smiled Kellie and Lindsay.

"Now, I think we're ready," said Kellie.

"We are, most definitely," agreed Lindsay, then smiled. "Let's go show this town what The Misguided Roses are made of!" All of the girls cheered and ran outside, not caring how many people stared.