Disclaimer: I don't own the Jonas Brothers, I only wish I did.

A/N- First JoBro fic here, I hope you like it. The POV changes a lot because I like different perspectives. I won't be so shifty as it goes on. There's a lot of detail in the first few chapters, to get things going, but it'll pick up. Hope you like it!

Kevin's POV

"We want to show the world that not only can you sing and play instruments, you can dance," Gary, the label executive informed them. "It's just for a portion of the song and we can premiere it in the new video."

I sat beside Nick and could sense that he was liking this about as much as I was, very little. Joe, of course, was excited but I suspected it was mainly due to the fact that he drank three Redbulls this morning. We didn't need anyone teaching up dance routines, it's not what we were about. The Jonas Brothers played instruments and sang, we could have fun onstage without any dancing, but I guess it just wasn't good enough.

"We don't need any more publicity," I interrupted, "and we don't need to prove anything. This is just time away from recording, time that we could use preciously."

I ignored Joe's snicker at my wording and leaned forward to rest my elbows on my knees.

"Listen guys," Gary continued, "I'm not just sending you anywhere. This is Top Notch Dancers, they've worked with the AMAs, Pepsi commercials and so many musical acts. Angie's young, probably not yet twenty, but she knows what she's doing and she manages that big house with all the dancers."

"Wait wait," I began, interrupting once again. "Who is Angie and what house are we talking about?"

"Right," Gary explained, "Angie runs Top Notch Dancers and she houses her dancers in the studio which is this enormous house, probably about twenty of them live there. All the work is done in the studios, one of eight or nine and she always has her dancers there to work with her. It's all safe, she's great, I've worked with her a hundred times."

"Let's do it," Joe exclaimed.

"Yeah, I mean, whatever Kev," Nick piped up. "If they want us to do it, we don't really have a choice."

"Fine," I relented. Maybe it would be fun, being surrounded by twenty dancers all the time and learning some new stuff. "Where are we staying while there?"

Gary responded with an amused look and donned a horrible French accent, "l'hotel d'Angelina, bien sur."

Angie's POV

It was just like Gary to call last minute and toss some clients on me. I wasn't expecting anything fresh, only focusing on getting my team ready for the Choreography Dance Wars in Hollywood, five months away. But I couldn't pass it up. I was told that it was a new, popular act and they needed at least two minutes of dance for one song. It doesn't seem like that much but when working with people who don't dance, it can take days for them to get the routine down.

I skipped school, which I only just re-listed in, to clean house. I had to hustle to be finished by four o'clock, when they were expected to arrive. I rushed through the kitchen and living room, thanking God that no one had used the dining room last night, and scrubbed the main and studio bathrooms before moving to the library. I straightened the chairs and picked up all the cups and trash while dancing around to my cleaning mix I had playing on the main stereo.

The only people that were still in the house were on the second and third floors so I knew it wouldn't bother anyone. The house had to be very sound proof, especially from floor to floor since there was always music playing somewhere and always someone else that wanted to sleep or something.

I was almost ready to move onto the deck when the doorbell rang. There was no way that it was the guests so soon so I left the music on, S.O.S. by the Jonas Brothers and used the library intercom to buzz in whoever was waiting on the doorstep. They were most likely here for one of my crew and I expected them to come down and take care of them.

Joe's POV

Kevin drove the Jeep to the house, which was goddamn huge, following Gary's instructions. I was pumped, this would be fun. Dancers all over the place, maybe make some new friends and learn some sweet moves. Maybe I could teach this Angie a thing or two.

Nick let out a 'wow' and I nodded at him.

"You fucking know it," I replied. Kevin commented on what I said but I ignored it. He was always conscious about what people would hear and whether or not any of our fans were around. Swearing could make us look really bad, but come on, everyone dropped an f-bomb now and again.

I jumped in place, observing the three floors and massive size, but especially the color of it. Blue, bright blue. Man, it was cool.

We moved along the walkway and I recognized the faint music that was emanating from behind the front door.

"Hey guys, that's us," I said, dancing in place to S.O.S. "Does she know it's us coming?'

Kevin shrugged while Nick rang the bell. We stood for a moment, all a bit anxious but no one came to the door. Instead there was a loud, startling buzz.

"What's that?" I said nervously, taking a step back.

Nick, being smart for a surprise, tried the door and it opened. The music rushed out and smacked me in the face, it being so much louder now that the door was open. One by one, we stepped inside, maybe for adventure, maybe walking into our doom, but definitely walking into a lair of hot, hot ladies.

Nick's POV

This house was ridiculous, I couldn't believe it. Kevin and I stood in the foyer, watching Joe move around, touching everything. There were definitely no adults living here, you could tell by how it was decorated. There was a hallway in front of us, a set of stairs to the left and the living room to the right. It was massive with all different colored couches and chairs, a huge TV and the Rockband video game drum set and guitar off to the side.

"Joe, cut the shit," I called to him over the music, over my voice.

"Should we go further in?" I asked Kevin and he shrugged, admiring everything for himself.

"Dude, imagine living in a place like this," Joe yelled when he ran back over to us. "There's a water chair over there. Like a water bed, but it's a chair!"

The music stopped suddenly and we all heard a voice telling us that someone will be right there.

"Was that God?" Joe inquired.

"That was a girl," I responded, hitting him in the arm. "It was an intercom or something. Should we say something back?"

We all looked around, searching for the way to say something.

"I want to do it," Joe said while bouncing in place.

"No more Redbull for you," Kevin said with a grin.

I didn't know what was going on, but we were standing in the foyer of a strange house, by ourselves and it was pretty awkward, if you know what I mean.

"Hello," Joe yelled, "We're here and just standing and stuff, you know."

I was about to hit him when we heard the door shut behind us.

"What are you yelling for, we have intercoms," a brown haired girl said as she smiled at us.

"Oh, hi," Kevin spoke up for us, turning on his friendly Kevin-charm as usual. "We're here for some choreography thing but no one's come to meet us. I'm Kevin."

He stuck out his hand for her to shake which she took, laughing at us, you could tell.

"I'm Nick."

"and Joe."

"Well, I'm Isis," she responded. "I live here and you're waiting for Angela."

We all nodded and followed her like puppies into the kitchen. Joe nudged me with his shoulder and mouthed, hot dancer, with a cheesy grin.

Isis pushed the green button on a white box on the wall and began talking into it.

"Ang, there's three really cute boys down here and they're all waiting just for you," she said with a wink.

I leaned on the open counter and looked around. There was a small room at the end of the kitchen with coats and junk hung up and on the other side, it looked like a deck leading to a pool. There was a flash of white and a girl ran out of site with me barely able to catch a glimpse of her.

"What the fuck, they're not supposed to be here yet!"

"That's Ang," Isis laughed, after hearing her over the intercom. "We weren't expecting anything new, like you. Hey, I rhymed."

She had this goofy amused look on her face which didn't stop her from being pretty, but she seemed a bit thick. I chuckled and stood up straight, waiting.

"Angela, what are you doing?" Isis asked again through the little box.

"Leave them in the kitchen and finish picking up the library for me, yeah? I'll be right there."

Isis shrugged, "Boss's orders, she shouldn't be too long."

Kevin's POV

Hot chick number one left through the dining room, once again leaving us alone. Joe was making drum beats on the counter and Nick was lounging on a stool. For lack of anything better to do, I opened the nearest cabinet door and chuckled to myself.

"Guys, look at this," I said, directing my brothers to look. "Eleven, twelve, thirteen. Thirteen different types of cereal."

Joe opened another one, and exclaimed, "Snacks!"

Every shelf was loaded with different types of junk food, from chips to cookies to candy. We marveled at it all before meeting the second of the dancers.

He laughed at us and commented, "It's either eat a lot and keep on weight or loose it all from dancing."

I stared at him, confused. I thought all the dancers were girls. Weren't dancers girls?

"Um, I'm Kevin,' I said, unsure. He was all sweaty, like he had been working out or something, so it was simple to assume that he was one of them.

"Kevin," he responded, raising his hand to shake. "Linc, I work with Angie. Don't get the privilege to live here though, too full up with regulars."

He shook all of our hands and flashed a toothy smile. I was almost sure that he winked at me.

Did he wink at me?

I turned to Joe who was standing confused as well, almost wary of this guy.

"So, what are you guys doing here?" He asked while leaning against the counter.

"No!"

It was here, the mystery choreographer over the intercom.

"Linc, you get out of there, scare away another one of my clients and I'll kick your ass."

He grinned and stood straight before shrugging. "Must be off them lads, enjoy your time here. And watch out, that Angie, she's a tough one."

He shook all of our hands again and I swear he winked at me, I swear it.

"Don't believe me, take a look at the house rules," He pointed out a frame on the wall while walking down the hallway. "Absolutely ridiculous if you ask me, I should be able to skinny dip any time I like."

With that, he was gone.

"What the fuck as that?" Joe asked, obviously just as weirded out as I was.

"That was a gay man, Joseph," I responded with a grin before moving to check out these 'rules'.

House Rules

1. You don't talk about House Rules.

2. You don't talk about House Rules.

3. No dress/healed shoes in the studios. (You scuff it, you fix it)

4. No tampons in the Blue, Green, Black, Red or Studio bathrooms.

5. Do not leave the toilet seat up in the Pink, Purple, Orange, Red or Studio bathrooms.

6. No skinny dipping before dusk.

7. Don't eat personally labeled food.

8. Replace toilet paper if you use the last of it.

9. No being drunk on the front lawn.

10. Do not use the intercom when drunk.

11. No 'phone sex' over intercom.

12. No drugs in the house.

13. Do not leave cell phones overnight in the kitchen or Purple bathroom (they scare Ralph).

14. No kicking/abusing Ralph.

15. No dogs on the bottom floor.

16. No cats in Spaghetti Land.

17. No being naked outside of rooms between 7am and 11pm.

18. Lists must be ready by 10am on Wednesdays

19. No hitting on guests unless you're sure that they dig it.

20. No playing guests' music without their permission.

21. No getting guests drunk the night before a session.

22. Crew must be available for Tuesday morning sesh and Wednesday night sesh.

23. All fights must migrate to back deck.

24. No living room video games between 8pm and 11pm on weeknights

25. Dinner requests must be submitted at least two nights in advance.

26. If you start a food fight, you must clean it up.

27. Business phone must be answered in a professional manner.

28. No peeing out of the windows.

29. No drinking in the studios.

30. Break a rule, Ang reserves the right to force you to grocery shop with her.

"No being naked before 11pm, bummer," Nick said with a smirk.

"No peeing out of the windows," I read, wondering, what the hell?

"Who's Ralph? You think he's some retarded kid or something?" Joe asked with his finger pointing to the relevant rules.

"Yeah Joe," I replied sarcastically. "A retarded kid, that must be it."

"Retarded cat."

We all turned around at the voice and saw a woman, girl there. A woman or a girl? It was hard to tell. She had light brown hair pulled up into a high bun on her head and pale skin. She seemed young, maybe my age, but she sure was pretty.

"Ralph," she continued when no one said anything. "He's Isis' cat. You're not allergic, are you?"

We all shook out heads no and stood there.

"So the Jonas Brothers, yeah?" She said as she walked into the kitchen, motioning for us to follow.

"I'm Angela, this is my house, make yourselves at home," she said. "I'll be right back."

And she was gone, into one room and then another one, somewhere else.

Angie's POV

Holy shit. Shit, shit, Jonas Brothers. In my house. Oh my God. Thank god they didn't see me first, I would have had a heart attack.

I stood against the wall in Alphabet Land, Isis' room, and took deep breaths, wondering how I was going to manage the goddamn Jonas Brothers in my house. When Gary calls, he usually has little unknown groups for me to help get started, not some super group like the one that was standing in my kitchen.

I knew their names and I knew their songs, that was about it. But I definitely knew that they were all gorgeous and it was going to be a problem having them here. Not only because of me, but because of the seven other girls that would be fawning over them and the seven guys that would be jealous. Not to mention the other few that are always coming and going but don't live here.

Shit. Shitfuck.

A/N: So there it is. Review and tell me what you think! This is a huge house with so many rooms and I'm wicked anal about everything so I've made a floor plan of the house that will really help with the next chapter so you can actually see what's going on. So go to this link but replace the '$' with periods: http://toujours-rien$livejournal$com/7851$html