So this is a story about Big Time Rush as Big Time Rush, the band. If some of the facts are not correct just tell me so I can fix it and make this an awesome story for all Big Time Rush fan's out there. I am acting as if Elevate is their third album because I need songs for my main character to choreography to and album number 3 is still on lock down. Thanks and enjoy.
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"a boy band? You have me, one of the dance world's most accomplished choreographers, working for a nickelodeon boy band? You have got to be shitting me! " I yelled to my agent Stan.
Melanie Wall is the name. I am twenty three years old and am an extremely successful choreographer. I have choreographed for over thirty movies and done countless music videos and performance sets for stars like Beyonce, Florence + the Machine, and Ciara, just to name a few. People know me around town and I've even won a few awards myself. However, while most of my fellow colleagues who were partying it up in college, i was working my ass off to make it in the business. I did not go on to college, because I couldn't afford it. I was an emancipated minor when I was 15 years old and now I have made a name for myself.
Despite, my success it seems as though I am going through a bit of a rough patch. I haven't been able to get any jobs lately and can't seem to book any myself. All the companies are full for the season because it is August, and won't be auditioning until next summer. But, my agent was able to get me a job for one of those up-and-coming dancing boy bands. Big Time Rush, is their name, and annoyed is my face.
"It's the only thing I could get you for the fall. No one is dancing anyone. Something about rock coming back, so people just want to free on stage," Stan said.
"Well, I am not a box-step, twirl and smile kind of choreographer," I said crossing my arms.
"They are dedicated dancers, they danced on their last tour, they just want something more fresh. And you can give that to them. They aren't beginners-"
"No, but they aren't looking for major choreography."
"Yes, they are. They want something new for their new tour next year. They have a whole new album coming out and they want a full set. Not just a couple of songs. But a full set with all singles and music videos included. Are you listening to me?" Stan said, catching me rolling my eyes and looking out the window at the L.A. heat. It was one of those days were the humidity just appeared and you could see it in the air.
"Yeah, i'm listening," I said refocusing myself. I looked behind Stan at his cluttered wall of fame. e had headshots of all of his famous clients. I was there. Right in the middle, because despite the number of his clients not to many of them stayed with Stan. He was a little bit of a free-loader and extremely lazy. But, he was family. He is my father's cousin in law, twice removed or something like that. So, yeah, what can I say. I'm loyal.
As Stan blabbed on and I ignored him, giving him the occasional head nod, I couldn't help but think about what my life has become. I live in L.A. in a beautiful penthouse condo, have a hot car, plenty of money to throw around, but I need to work. I have no friends really because my entire life, dance has been all i've had for so long. It's been about three weeks without a job and I'm starting to lose it. This Big Time Stupid gig might be a waste of my talent, but it's all i've got.
"Alright, I've got it," I said interrupting Stan from his string of sentences about how amazing this boy band is. "Just send me all the information," I say as I get up to walk back into the California heat. "Oh, and Stan. After this, there better be some jobs lined up, because this is the first and only boy-band I am working for," I say as I slam the door behind me and walk to my 2012 Jeep Wrangler and all it's shiny glory.