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Kendall Knight arrived at the studio late, as usual. His hair was unkempt, his glossy eyes hidden beneath Ray Banz, and wearing the clothes he was wearing yesterday. He had clearly just rolled out of bed, and clearly didn't care. "You're late," his manager, Scott Allen, pointed out. "How many times are you going to keep doing this, Kendall? It's getting pretty old."

Kendall merely scoffed. "You're joking," he accused, and his voice was hoarse from lack of sleep. "I shouldn't even be expected to be here for ten."

Kendall Knight was handsome, charming, talented, and had that winning smile that all the girls loved. But Kendall was also arrogant, cocky, pigheaded and greedy, and he believed that he was the best thing on this God-given planet that was ever created. He was selfish, and he had no friends; he only cared about himself, if there had been a child crying on the street with a scraped knee, and a magazine with his face on it, Kendall would pick up the magazine.

He had an older sister, Katie, and a mother, Karen, who loved them more than she had ever thought she could love anything in the world. His parents were divorced, and his father had moved to Florida. They had divorced when Kendall was about ten, and his father had visited often. Soon, the visits became less and less, and too quickly not at all, and when Kendall was fourteen, his father had made the move.

It wasn't long after that where he, his sister and mother moved, too. But, they were heading to California, far from Minnesota, and very different from Minnesota. Kendall had been a happy child, and had lived a normal childhood, and he had life skills and experience that would help him forever. But, boy, did he love music. He loved to play that guitar, he just wanted to play his music, and he was good, too.

Kendall started playing anywhere he could, and went to record companies handing out his demo CD, just hoping and praying that one day someone would call him. He didn't think he had a chance, however, Scott Allen had seen Kendall playing in a coffee shop, and approached him. Scott had been apart of Rockit Records, and he had been managing bands and artists for years. He had said Kendall had potential, and he wanted to see him again shortly.

Scott had seen him that same evening at a restaurant in town while he was dining with his wife. Scott had believed strongly that fate had brought the two together again so quickly because Kendall was destined for fame. Kendall deserved this, and the world was ready for him.

And boy, was the world ready for him. The second Kendall was signed, Scott and Gustavo had produced the perfect album with Kendall, who wrote and helped write all of the songs. The flow and beat of the music was perfect for a fifteen year old, and it fit him to a tea. He sang about things he should have been singing about, but they still applied to anyone out there. His style was a mix of everything, but especially pop and soul, and he was so likable, and Kendall blew up.

Everyone loved this kid, and everyone wanted to know more about him. Kendall's CD was highly anticipated, and sold approximately 1,500,017 copies in its first week. His first tour ever was a headlining world tour, and his 87 shows all sold out within twenty minutes upon the tickets going on the market. He sold out huge arenas, fitting thousands of people, places like The Gillette Stadium in Massachusetts, and Madison Square Garden in New York; Wembley Stadium in London, and the Tokyo Dome in Japan. He made nearly seven million dollars in about six months.

He was a super star. He had remained very humble during the beginning of his journey, and he was always polite. But, he too soon learned how the industry works. He knew he could have whatever the hell he wanted, and he knew people were going to be friends with him just because of that. The one true friend he did have was Carlos Garcia, and they were very close, and Carlos had stuck by Kendall though absolutely everything; he was a true friend and he was always on Kendall's side. But Kendall knew he had a lot of power over his career. That was the deal from the beginning, and for him to have had so much influence on that album, to be a teen heartthrob, and to get there pretty much on his own, was a big deal and people were so interested in him and his story, and he told those stories through his music. He didn't just sing about girls, but about life things.

Kendall had an amazing skill; he could create stories in his head. About anything. He could see a couple and write their entire relationship in a song. He can recognize sad eyes, and imagine and write the story, and his songs were magnificent, and detailed, and extraordinary. They were unlike anything the world had been used to, but it was so likable by everyone.

The attitude changed a little after his sixteenth birthday. He had failed his driver's test after running a stop sign, and he suddenly felt as if he should not have been denied his license, because he was Kendall Knight.

Mrs. Knight had to remind him that he was just Kendall from Minnesota.

Kendall had to remind Mrs. Knight that he had sold 70,000 seats in two minutes, and he had a Grammy.

Mrs. Knight then told Kendall he would have to suck it up and practice, and he'd get it next time.

So, practice is what Kendall did. He postponed a few tour dates, rescheduled a few interviews, and practiced driving during the day, and during the night. He kept his schedule open till he had a mood to drive, which was often because Kendall had bough himself a little birthday present.

Kendall had been to the dealer and purchased a brand new beautiful black Mercedes-Benz MRS McLaren. (There were a few car dealers that offered Kendall discounts, but there was one that said they'd go half with him. Shortly after buying his first car, Kendall learned they had sold 10 more, when Kendall's was the second sold) The car had beautiful red heated leather seats, customized with Kendall's initials stitched into both seats, it had amazing aerodynamics, carbon-ceramic brakes, a 5 speed automatic transmission with 3 manual modes, went 0-60 in 3.4, and it sported a hand built, super charged, all aluminum, SOHC V8 engine, man it was awesome. It was Kendall's baby, and he wanted to drive it all the time.

He had a lot of licensed friends who were willing to sit in the passenger seat, and he loved it, and he had gotten so good at driving that, when he went to take his test the second time around, he passed it with a perfect score.

Once Kendall had his license, he had felt a-ok to finish his tour, but he had a new attitude. He felt like he should have anything that he wanted. Mrs. Knight and Scott started to set him some boundaries to try to prevent this behavior from getting worse, and gave Kendall restrictions and guidelines that he was expected to follow, or severe consequences would ensue. Mrs. Knight made it very clear she would pull the plug on the tour if necessary.

Kendall rebelled. She couldn't pull the plug on the tour, and he knew it, and that was the problem. He wanted to see how far he could push her nerves; he wanted to act like a teenage boy, basically, and started pulling pranks, and doing things far beyond his maturity. All of his friends besides Carlos were over eighteen, twenty, twenty one, twenty two years old, and they were young in Hollywood. Kendall partied with his friends, and he started smoking pot regularly, and going on drinking binges every so often.

Mrs. Knight cried and cried and begged and begged with her son to stop. This would ruin him. He was sixteen, he had just released his second album which was already platinum, and he had everything going for him. She didn't want his life to be like that. He was just a kid. She said, "Normally, I would say we'll be done with this whole music thing. But we're beyond that. You're mature enough to know what to do. And you're going to do what you want to do, and you're going to think what you're doing is right, and I'll always support you, and stand behind you. But you're piss your pants when you watch how fast all of this falls."

Kendall didn't stop what he was doing, he just slowed down a little. He relaxed a little more, lessening his stress levels, which in turn lessened his want for smoking or drinking. He spent more time focusing on his music, and he even started playing the drums. He was very good from the start, and kept a beat very well.

But there came a point in Kendall's life where he just stopped caring about it all. He couldn't be inspired, he was lonely, Carlos got annoying, Katie was in college, all Mom did was cook and clean, and if he left the house he'd be bombarded by paparazzi. He was stuck, and he wasn't motivated, and he was on the brink of depression.

And that leads us to where we started, with Kendall being late to the studio.

"I'm not joking," said Scott. "Where is the kid I met in the coffee shop?"

"I don't know," said Kendall honestly, "but he's not here."

Kendall went into his dressing room, where the makeup artists and stylist 'prettied' him up, and boy did he look good. He looked ready for this music video, and he made his way to center stage. The director, J. Daniel Mitchell, said, "HEY! There he is! The MAN of the HOUR! Kendall, my man, how the heck are ya?"

Kendall tried to look amused. "Spectacular," he replied.

"Spectacular!" he repeated. "Ok, here's the scene, we're in the city, and you're at a party, and you meet this beautiful girl - BEAUTIFUL GIRL NUMBER ONE COME HERE - and you're thinking like, damn, that's one hot motherfucking girl right there, you know what I'm saying? Eh? Eh? And you're trying to get this girl to go home with you so you can show her your 'collection'. Got it? Got it? Beautiful girl number one, Kendall, this is your leading lady."

Kendall tried to take it all in, and in the meantime, he was studying that girl. "…no," he said finally, sick of the blondes. He looked at the crowd of girls and scanned them, deciding on the prettiest brunette in the bunch. "I want that one."

"BEAUTIFUL GIRL NUMBER SEVEN," J. Daniel Mitchell said, "HERE, NOW." They watched as she rushed over. "Congratulations," he said, "you're now the leading lady. You two, switch outfits, NOW. Then, blondie, in the back."

The girls obeyed, and Kendall couldn't help but be curious if there was going to be a dispute between the girls, but he had thought, obviously there was going to be one. And, of course, he was right, the girls came out of the dressing room clearly angry at one another and Kendall had felt good about this.

They started filming the video, and about halfway through, Kendall yelled, "Ok, cut!"

"'Cut?'" repeated J. Daniel Mitchell, "Only I yell cut! So…CUT! What's wrong?"

Kendall rubbed his head. "I just…need some water. Room temperature."

A water bottle was immediately fetched from the fridge, and Kendall took a sip, and spit it out. "That was cold," he said coldly. Kendall had always had a soft voice when it came to talking, and that was one thing that hadn't changed. Kendall never shouted, but he could be cruel with a soft voice. He threw the open and full water bottle across the room, spilling water everywhere. "Room temperature," he repeated.

"ROOM TEMPERATURE WATER," The director bellowed, "NOW!"

Gustavo stood up, and repeated the same thing, and Scott shook his head with a smile on his face, slightly annoyed, yet amused at the same time. It was incredible to watch hundreds of people jump up and flee in search of room temperature water for one person. He had seen it a thousand times, but it always made him want to laugh.

Once Kendall was satisfied, the director let him review some of the footage, with which he was not satisfied, and they worked, and worked, and kept working till it was perfect. Even Kendall was getting frustrated with how long it had already taken to get some decent footage, if these damn girls would just do as they were told and look good doing it. He rubbed his head for the thousandth time that day, and sighed. "One more time," he said, a phrase he found himself saying more and more frequently.

The director nodded, and said, "Places, everyone. Sound, speed, action."

The girls, on cue, started dancing, and the leading brunette (who had been switched three times), 'bumped' into Kendall, who started 'laughing' and 'shrugging it off' and then the director yelled, "and and CUT."

Kendall rushed to the monitor to watch the scene over and nodded. That one was a keeper, he knew. "Okay," he said, "I liked that one."

It was now going on six in the morning, and Kendall was so tired he couldn't even function properly. He had pushed himself far, and he was done. "I'll see you," he said to Beautiful Girl Number 17, "soon."

The rest of the film would be filmed that evening, around 8. They would drive to Kendall's 'apartment,' which was really a storage area, talk 'all night' and 'watch the sun rise'., which would represent 'The Beginning of Something Beautiful,' also the title of the song.

Kendall had fallen asleep in the limo on the ride home, and Scott hated having to wake him up. Not because he was mean when he woke up, honestly, he wasn't, he was responsible and did what he had to do; Scott had just felt bad because Kendall rarely slept. It was seven by the time they had gotten back to the hotel, and Kendall had an interview at nine, giving him an hour to sleep, and fifteen minutes to get ready. They were in San Francisco, and Mrs. Knight had sat this trip out to be with Katie, who had to spend time alone with her privately, as in, without Kendall. Kendall didn't really mind, though, he liked being able to do things on his own.

Scott woke Kendall up, and Kendall nodded, accepting it was time, got out of the limo, surprisingly very discretely, and he and Scott made it into the hotel without a single photo taken of them. They went directly to the elevators, and went up to the seventeenth floor, and went into Kendall's room. Kendall flopped himself down on the couch and passed out, while Scott, who had taken about five or six naps during the coarse of their 18 hour shift, jumped in the shower quickly, did some paper work, and brewed coffee for Kendall, who he woke up at eight.

Kendall took a quick, cold shower, threw on clothes Scott had put in the bathroom for him, brushed his teeth, and downed three cups of coffee within the fifteen minutes he had to get ready. Scott had put the rest of the coffee into a mug for Kendall, who held the cup tightly on the ride to the studio where they would film the interview.

Kendall was rushed into hair, makeup and wardrobe upon entering the building. Many people tried to get him to look perfect; and he did. He was on the air by 9:30, the interview lasted a half hour. He then made his way to center stage outside, where a huge crowd of people waited, including his band members who waited for him on stage. The people started shouting his name in anticipation, and Kendall went up on that stage and sang his latest song; the one he had been filming a video for all day and night. The crowd begged him to sing more and more, and five songs later he really had to get off stage, because he really had to make it to dance rehearsals on time.

After four hours of that, it was time to head to the place he had spent his day yesterday, where they had a red convertible Porsche waiting for him.

Kendall had never been so excited for a video shoot upon seeing that car. "HOLY CAR," he said, fully awake and coherent. "That's the second most beautiful car I've ever seen," he said, "it can't beat my Mercedes, of course," he said, "but…wow. I get to drive this thing!"

Kendall ran his finger along the side of the car, taking in the beauty of it.

"Yes," said J. Daniel, "but the owners are afraid, and they want you to be very, very careful!"

"Who are the owners?"

"Me and my wife," he said, "please, please be careful with my car."

Kendall grinned. "Don't worry. I'll pretend I'm in my Mercedes. How much did you pay for this thing?"

"Dropped about 200 grand for her."

Kendall smiled, competitiveness, obviously, was in his blood, and he was proud that his car was worth twice as much and then some. "The Mercedes," he said, "was almost five. She's my life. My favorite material thing ever. Now, can we start filming already? If we go fast enough, we can use the sun set as a sun rise, and I can go to a party without being cock-blocked by work."

The director laughed loudly. "You sound like my son James," he commented. "But, yes, I agree, LET'S GET ON WITH THE PRODUCTION!"

They went by very quickly, because Kendall really wanted to go to a party in San Francisco. Tomorrow was going to be his last night there, but he had a sold out show at the Kezar Stadium, so this was his last opportunity.

He drove with Beautiful Girl Number 17 to the storage areas in J. Daniel Mitchell's Porsche, and they then got on top of the roof, where everything was all set up and waiting, and they sat on the couch, giving Eskimo and butterfly kisses, talking, cuddling and giving random kisses for the scenes in the video, and before they knew it, the sun was gone, and in the film, it could honestly have been mistaken for a sun rise, especially if you played the shots in reverse order.

Kendall and Scott got in a limo and went to Elixir, a night club where the celebrity party was. There were tons of hardcore partying celebs there, but Kendall wasn't interested in them. He had long gotten used to seeing celebrities, but to him, they weren't worth his time. He just wanted to see who was d-t-f and would go back to the hotel with him, and leave just as quickly as she got there.


Logan Mitchell sat up in his bed, breathing heavily. He had just had a pretty bad nightmare, one where all of his worst fears had come true, and it had scared him. He'd had nightmares before, and often, but they weren't like this one. This time, he needed comfort.

"James?" he whispered, hoping his brother, who was sleeping on the other side of the room, could hear him. LZ, his seeing eyed canine, lifted his head from his spot on the floor. "James?" He was shaking pretty badly, and he felt sick to his stomach. "Ja-ames." Logan thought quickly, and threw one of his pillows in the direction of the snores. LZ jumped on the edge of his bed.

James jolted awake, and bolted upright. "What happened!"

"James," said Logan in a smile voice. He was obviously crying, now.

James, hearing the cries, quickly got out of bed and advanced towards his brother's bed. "Hey, buddy, what's wrong?" James asked, crawling into bed with his brother and comforting him the best he could. "What happened this time?" LZ got a little closer to them, clearly concerned.

"We don't talk about it," said Logan softly, a phrase he used quite often.

"Okay," said James, not pushing Logan to talk about something he clearly didn't want to talk about. "You're shaking," James noted. "Do you need some water or something?"

"No…don't leave…"

"Okay," said James, "I'm not going anywhere."

Logan Mitchell was born legally blind. He was shy, and lonely and he didn't like to think about the things he could do with himself if he were braver. He knew you chose how you behave, and he knew if he wanted to find courage within himself, he could. But he was too afraid, and he didn't want to change because he didn't care to. His entire life, he was treated like a dependent, because he was. He depended on so many other people throughout the day just to get by, and he hated that. So instead of being like Stevie Wonder, instead of living out his dreams and doing what he loved, he let himself be afraid of the world, and afraid being looked down upon like he had his entire life. That was his first mistake.

Logan Mitchell was so unbelievably secretly talented. That boy understood music and music understood him. You didn't need to see to play piano, or keyboard. Logan couldn't read. He couldn't play many sports. He couldn't watch television. He couldn't drive a car. He couldn't go anywhere by himself. But he could play music, and he was fantastic. Logan's father was a world-renown director. He directed movies and music videos which almost always won many awards. His closest friends were producers and talent agents who would have happily listened to Logan and make him a star.

James was Logan's brother, and he was older by 13 months, and he had always looked out for his younger brother. He was always so nervous that something would happen, or someone would pick on him. He spent a lot of time beating up kids who picked on his brother or threatened his brother, or made fun of his brother. He couldn't just let things like that happen. Logan's life was hard enough as it was, and he wished that people would have just left him alone. He had no doubt that all those years of taunting caused his nightmares, shyness and timidness. He had really wished Logan just didn't care what other people thought, but their dad was a famous director, and people were always, always, always criticizing both of them.

It wasn't easy for the boys to grow up with a movie director father, and he tried his best to keep them from the public, but everyone knew he had two sons, and one of them was blind. Everyone knew everything about his life; they knew how many awards he had won, how many movies he had directed, how many times he'd been to rehab, how many times he'd been to jail, how many wives he went through, how many cars he crashed while drunk driving and how many nights he spent away from home at clubs in an average week.

When the boys woke up the following morning, their father was just getting home.

"Boys," he said, "I been working hard all night," he said, "I want YOU to meet Kendall Knight," he said, "I been thinking about you A LOT lately," he said, "I wish you would JUST COME to more stuff with me. How about coming to the movie premier with me on Friday night?"

James' eyes shifted. "Logan can't see the movie, Dad, in case you forgot."

"So? He can still hear it and follow along! MEET NEW PEOPLE and GET OUT OF THE HOUSE. You can't sit in here COOPED up all the time, Loge."

Logan, standing next to his golden Labrador Retriever, felt awkward, but he nodded, and his pushover self hadn't changed. "Fine, we'll go."

"Are you sure?" James asked. "You said -"

"We don't talk about what I said. But we can go. It might be nice."

This wasn't the first time Logan had opted to give something a try and it failed. He had went to the Academy awards once, and that blew up in his face. James tried to get him to go to the park, that blew up in his face. Nobody wanted this to be like those times.


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