CH1: Solo
It was just another day at Rocque Records. When Arthur Griffin made one of his infamous surprise visits.
"Gustavo" said Griffin "I want you to record a solo artist. Here at Rocque Records."
"Griffin… sir, what about Big Time Rush?" asked Gustavo
"They will still be here. It's just that solo artists are off the charts these. Now do it because I said so."
"ok. Right away Griffin."
"Oh! And Gustavo make the solo artist a female."
"Ok." Griffin left after that. "UGH! I DON'T WANT TO SIGN SOME RANDOM ARTIST THAT WILL GET ON MY NERVES MORE THAT THE DOGS ALREADY DO! I have an idea! I am a genius!"
UNKNOWN POV:
"Hello, you caught the Star. Jordon speaking." I said like I always do when answering my cell.
"Hay! My favorite niece!" said my uncle on the other line.
"Ok I'll bite. What do you want?"
"Do you sing?"
"To relax from a long day, yes. Why?"
"I need a female solo artist, can you be her?" typical Uncle Gustavo.
"I don't know… I already have modeling, acting, and marital arts competitions as careers."
"That's exactly why I want you do it! Your know around the world for so meny different things! PLEASE!"
"Well… How long would I have to do it for?"
"A year at most! Unless you want to do it longer."
*sigh* " I guess I could talk to my agent about it."
"Thank you sooo much!"
"Don't thank me yet." On that we hung up and I called my agent.
*ring… ring… ring… ring…* I swear if it rings one more time I'll throw my phone against the wall! *ring*
"Hello Jordon." my agent answered. Finally!
"Hay, Doreen! Do you think it'll be wise for me to take on another career?"
"Be specific. In what?"
"Music. You know singing, Dancing, and all that." I said casually while looking at my feet.
"Well, I don't know do you think you can handle the responsibility of it ALL?"
"Um… maybe… I mean yes!" I said remembering how desperate my uncle sounded.
"Then I'll give some record producers a call."
"No. Actually… My uncle is a record producer and I think. No! I KNOW he'll LOVE to work with me."
"Ok give him a call then. Wait where's his studio?"
"In Los Angeles, North Hollywood district. To be more accurate."
"You live in Broadway, NYC, New York! that's all the way across the country!"
"um… I can always move. I mean its not like I'm stuck here because I can model, act, and fight in L.A. too."
"Ok I'll work on helping you move. Now call your uncle."
"Ok." I said then hung up and started calling my uncle, Gustavo. oh please, please, PLEASE ring one or twice! NOT 10 TIMES! *Ring… ring… ri*
"Hello." my uncle answered.
"Hay uncle! I talked to my agent and…" I paused for dramatic effect but, uncle G took it a different way.
"AND WHAT?" he yelled.
"She and I both agreed that I…" I stated before getting rudely interrupted.
"TALK FASTER! I'M NOT A PATIANT PERSON! YOU KNOW THAT!" he boomed. I rolled my eyes. Understatement of the century.
"Of course I know that!" I yelled "Now like I was saying… I CAN be that solo artist of yours."
"YES!" I can just see him punching the air on the other end.
"Hay before you hang up!"
"Ya?"
"Do you know any good nieberhoods of some place I can move to and live in L.A.?"
"The Palm Woods is a good place."
"Thanks." he hung up. Time to pack!
TO BE CONTINUED…
A/N: yay! Two updates in a week! So um sorry for no BTR boys in this chapter but I NEEDED to tell you guys why Jordon is at Rocque Records and why Gustavo picked her. I think I might update every Friday or Saturday. If I'm not busy with homework from my FRESHMEN YEAR IN HIGH SCHOOL! Reviews would be nice! Thanks!
