Operation Setup Chapter 1: BackGround, a big time rush fanfic

Disclaimer: I do not own BTR anything Or the songs I use those belong to the artists or Wikipedia :P. I do, however, own my OC's

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"Hey Cowgirl! Wanna do something about that?" I looked over to see one of my best friends: Vasilissa Josephine Trixston. She was pointing over to the other two members of our tight-knit group. The other half of our four Musketeers. Yep, I'm talking about Lucinda Rosemarie Rongoli and Elizabeth Nicole Flindel. I think all four of us are about as close as 4 people can be without being the same person. We are all ¼ of a whole. Like puzzle pieces, we just fit together. We can play a game of charades and know what the other person is acting out when they haven't even started doing anything yet. Okay, I might be exaggerating a little bit, but not much! It's like we belong together. Us four best friends. The sisters God forgot to give us. Let me tell you more about my sisters.

Elizabeth Nicole Flindel. You can call her Liz, Liza, Nikki or even just Flindel, but we call her Major General or Goldy Locks. We do that cause one day she wants to be in the Army. It's a dream she has had for a long time now. And Goldy Locks well, because she's about 5' 6" (easily the shortest in our group) got her baby blue eyes, porcelain skin, and her cute long blond ringlets. Let me tell you now, she may look like a little innocent doll, she may act like an innocent little doll, but get her steamin' mad and you are in for a whole lotta' trouble. She's gotta' stay at home momma (Anna) and her daddy (Phil) is an architect, that means he makes the design for buildings, it's pretty exciting. She also has four older brothers: Greg, Henry, Andrew, and Donny. They pick on her a lot but she can hold her own. Plus shes got us, and when we're together anything is possible. Oh god, I think Vasi is starting to rub off on me. Her and all them darn speeches. BUT I'll get to that, right know we were talking 'bout Liz. Well she is also a hyper little dare-devil that doesn't have that little voice in you head that tells you when NOT to do somethan', but hey! That's why me and Vas are here. And here is the basics: She loves the color orange, shes got this huge Big Time Rush poster on her wall, she owns every single one of the Maximum Ride books and the Bring It On movies too. She's got a beautiful voice and can play the drums like there is no tomorrow. She also plays hockey and is a cheerleader. Don't ask me how she put those two together, but it works for her. Her garbage cans are always full of empty bags of popcorn even when we didn't have a movie night the day before, and she has never crossed a kitten she didn't immediately love, and in all honesty, I think they loved her too. She just has that kind of effect on people. You just get this desire to protect her, which she ain't to found off. She likes a little competition, and says on a regular bases she don't need any of us to protect her. Our adorable little Goldy Locks.

Then there is Lucinda Rosemarie Rongoli. But if you know what is good for ya', you would never call her that. Because when you do she gets mad, then she gets sad, and when she gets sad, we get mad at whoever made her sad, and that is not good. Wanna' know why? Well because I got a good 10 years of intense fighting skills under my belt. But again this ain't about me yet. This one's about Luce. That's what you can call her or Rose or Rongoli (we don't mind the whole just last name thing). Anyway we call her Shiner. And no, not because she fights a lot or always has a black eye, but because she's our sunshine. We would have called her that but we wanted somethan' a bit more original. And so the name Shiner appeared. If the sun were to go away and never come back it would be no worries for us, 'cause we got her. She could light up the darkest basement with her little crooked grin and when she gives us one of those big ol' special smiles of hers well my heart just melts, she's just such a sweetie! Of course, if you just met her you wouldn't know it. Don't take that to personally, she just has a hard time openin' up to people so she puts on a cocky and confident outer shell, not that she isn't cocky and confident around us, 'cause she really, really, REALLY is. She's pretty and she knows it. It's just out done by her big heart. Hm, I haven't told you much about her yet have I? Okay well in a nut shell, her momma died of lung cancer when she was just eight years old and that brought out the downhill effects. Her pappa, Leroy, was so depressed after the loss of his beloved wife he threw himself into his work. Became a work-a-holic, forgot about his kids: Luce and her now, little nine year old sister Hannah. No need to worry though, Vas, Liz, and I take good care them. And now you ask? Well Shiner is a fun lovin' girl with sleek, caramel colored hair streaked with natural highlights, along with some beautiful hazels eyes, warm lightly tanned skin, and stands at a proud 5' 11", taller than all of us. She even has a full inch on Vas. She's got this thing for the color purple, loves any kind of fruit you can find, and absolutely adores white tigers. She loves horror books (her favorite is IT by Stephen King), surfing, dancing, cross country running, singing, playing piano, listening to music, and drawing. But not just any kind of drawing. She draws her future. No. Not like she is psychic but she wants to create her own clothing line and she is just getting' herself a head start. In fact, drawing and music is her life. It's what keeps her grounded, yet lets her fly at the same time. You know what I mean? Well if not you will figure it out eventually. When you find that thing that you have such a passion for that it keeps your feet on the ground yet gives you the chance to be creative and just let loose your imagination. That's what her career is gonna do. Give her that chance to fly when so far she has only fallen'. Fallen so far and so fast that it takes a couple of real special people in her life to break through that shell. But she is a whole lot better then she was when it first happened.

Then we have Vasilissa Josephine Trixston. Call her, Vas, Vasi, Lissa, Trix, Trixston she will answer to just about anything. We call her our Resident Superhero or Wonder Woman, 'cause she works miracles. She brought us together and I guess you could call her the leader of our little group. Well, well, well.. Where to start with our fearless leader? With our everyday Superhero? How 'bout we start off easy: her looks. Shes got long brown/black wavy hair that goes a little past her mid-back, big dark brown eyes, that you would be better off avoiding because shes got the best puppy-dog look I've ever seen. Shes slightly curvy, stands at a good 5' 10", just a little shorter then Luce, got naturally tanned skin, very toned from all her sports, and got hers ears and belly button pierced. We don't get it but she seems to like it, makes her feel unique. She's very bubbly and social, and I think in a past life she was 'blond' if you catch my drift. But beware, that good attitude comes with a price: she always has a witty or snappy comeback to everything, and a 'slight' temper. She is outgoing, competitive, and a whole new level of stubborn. She also tends to go to extremes, has a strong sense of values, and charismatic as hell. Oh there is a funny story behind that. On the first day of high school we found out that none of us were in the same homeroom, and we keep that homeroom for the rest of our high school career. She went up to our stickler-of-a-principle, talked to him for about 5 minutes, wearing that large pearly-white smile of hers, came back over to us and told us excitedly about how we were all now in the same homeroom. Don't ask me how she did it, 'cause that's on thing I don't know and I am kind of afraid to ask. All I know is that she can be as sweet and as horrifying as she wants to be. Seriously don't get her mad unless you wanna be seen running away screaming like a scared little girl. But again don't worry I have only seen her do that to one person, and it was Major General's ex-boyfriend from after he cheated on her (big mistake on his part). Shes kind of a hopeless romantic, loves any and all sports (especially gymnastics), and is always up for a little competition. But she hates bees, word to the wise, keep them things away from her. Her parents Ashley and John, divorced when she was 9. They are always trying to out do each other and 'be the better parent' so much that it actually makes them worse parents. She has two brothers Seth and Jace and a sister-in-law Zoey. Seth and Zoey got married a year ago and are basically Jace and Vas's parents. And she just got out of an abusive relationship with her clingy Ex Tony. Time for a generic question and answer time. Favorite color? Red. Favorite food? Lasagna. Favorite animal? Penguin. Favorite band and/or singer? Smash Mouth and Big Time Rush (but if you ask her if she likes them she WILL deny deny deny.) Favorite book? Battle Royal by Koushun Takami. Favorite movie? Easy A or 1408. She has one of the most absolutely beautiful voices I have ever heard, and she can play guitar. She also LOVES gymnastics, like really really loves it. She's really good and been to the national/international levels more times then I can remember. That's a lie, it was 49 times. Well a good way to describe her is her motto "Nothing is Impossible" cheesy right? But that's our Resident Superhero.

Lastly there's me. I'm second in command otherwise know as Alexandria Marilyn Spencer. You can call me Alexandria, Alexis, Alex, Lexi, Lex, or Spencer. I have a whole arsenal of nicknames but the main ones are Cowgirl, Dreamer, Ninja, Wikipedia, or Wiki for short. Yeah I have a nickname for my nickname but whatever, right? Lets start with Cowgirl, that's fairly easy. I am proud of my Texan country girl roots and it shows. I am currently wearing a red plaid long sleeved shirt, cerulean blue pocket-less skinny jeans, light brown heeled cowboy boots, and a country hat that matches my boots. I got a noticeable southern drawl and a seemingly natural farmers tan. Dreamer because I want to be a singer or an actress. It hasn't always been my dream to be on stage but I absolutely love music. I love singing. But whether its on stage (which I prefer) or teaching a class I am going to do something music related. My friends say I got a real' good voice and I learned the guitar like it was my first language. Alright whats next? Ah yes, Ninja. Well that's because, according to my friends, I "pop up out of thin air like a creepy ninja" and "not there one second then there the next." I don't see it, all I do is simply walk over next to them and they don't notice til' I say somethan'. Then there's Wikipedia or Wiki, that's because I know just about everything and I am not being overly cocky when I say that. You can ask me about... Picture Frames, and I can tell you (skip past the Italic if you don't want to hear all about picture frames) The frame along with its mounts is usually intended to both protect and complement the artwork. Art work framed well will stay in good condition for a longer period of time, and a long-running industry surrounds the act of framing artwork to enhance its visual display. However, this has exceptions as well, as Joan Miró once did a work specifically to frame with a flea market frame, and many painters and photographers who work with canvas "gallery-wrap" their artwork, a practice wherein the image extends around the edges of the stretched canvas and therefore precludes use of a decorative picture frame. As picture frames can be expensive when purchased new, there are also examples of people removing pictures from a frame and using the frame for other pictures. Picture frames have traditionally been made of wood, which is still the most common material, although other materials are also used, including silver,bronze, aluminum, and plastics such as polystyrene, though these require specialized equipment in order to cut. A picture frame may be of any color or texture, but gilding is common, especially on older wooden frames. Some picture frames have elaborate mouldings which may relate to the subject matter. Complicated older frames are often made of moulded and gilded plaster over a plain wood base. Picture frames come in a variety of profiles, but generally the lengths of moulding feature a "lip" and rabbet, the function of which is to allow a space to hold in the materials in the frame. The lip extends usually about a quarter of an inch past the edge of the rabbet. The picture frame may contain a pane of picture framing glass or an acrylic glass substitute such as acrylite or plexiglas to protect the picture. In some instances where the art in the frame is dispensable or durable, no protection may be necessary. Glass is common over watercolors and other artwork on paper, but rare over oil paintings, except very valuable ones in some museums. Picture framing glass may be treated with anti-reflective coatings to make the glass virtually invisible under certain lighting conditions. When a picture frame is expected to be exposed to direct sunlight, or harsh lighting conditions such as fluorescent lights, UV filtering may be added to slow down the photocatalytic degradation of organic materials behind picture framing elaborate decoration on this frame may well be applied plaster pieces stuck to the wood beneath. For pieces to be framed under glass, except for the most disposable and inexpensive posters or temporary displays, the glass must be raised off the surface of the paper. This is done by means of matting, a lining of plastic "spacers", shadowboxing, stacking two mouldings with the glass in between, and similar methods. If the paper (or other media) were to touch the glass directly, any condensation inside the glass would absorb directly into the art, having no room to evaporate. This is harmful to almost any medium. It causes art sticking to the glass, mildew or mold spore growth, and other ill effects. Raising the glass is also necessary when a piece is done in a loose media such as charcoal or pastel, to prevent smudging. Care should be taken with these works however, if acrylic glass is used, as a static charge can build up which will attract the pigment particles off the paper. Using real glass helps to prevent this. Certain kinds of pieces do not usually need glass when framed, including paintings done in acrylic or oil paint (the former is usually waterproof; the latter actually needs to "breathe" due to the decades-long drying process), stained glass or tiles, and laminatedposters. These kinds of pieces are still sometimes put under glass though, if for example they are framed using mats, or (in the case of oil paintings) they are kept in a carefully climate-controlled are some examples in which the protective function of the frame is ironically dispensed with, such as in Daniel C. Boyer's gouache The Three Sphinxes of the Metis in the Meadow of Louis Riel's Shameful Career, in which slits are cut all the way through the frame from the outside of the picture to its inside, and Boyer's The Distant Landscape allows for a figure inside the frame to raise and lower her arm by means of a brad attached through the backing, letting the sword she is holding move up and down in such a slit. Such techniques are unusual, and require customized construction compared to mainstream picture framing. The treatment of the back of the framed artwork varies widely, from usually nothing in the case of oils, to the frequent use of foam-core boards and other backing boards to provide support, or backing paper or "dust covers" to keep dust and insects out. While these are almost invariably simply functional, there are some examples of works in which they have been decorated (such as Daniel C. Boyer's After the Age of 50, The Angry God and His Rabbit Harem), with this being considered part of the artwork. The use of backing boards is common with watermedia and other art on paper. Usually paper dust covers will be inexpensive craft paper, but sometimes this can tear, so at least one website sells Black Tyvek as an alternative. Another common backing paper in use for archival-quality framing is the acid-free Lineco backing paper, with some citing the risk of tearing of craft paper. Plique-à-jour picture frames, made of enamel by Bulushoff, are among the most expensive frames in the world. Off the top of my head and I don't even realize I do it. I just sort of spew out a whole bunch of useless facts. So please stop me if I start a random ramble of any sort. Does the nickname make sense now? I also have a photographic memory and a good eye for detail. So if you have a habit or something that you don't want me to know about you shouldn't even think it within' 30 miles of me. And if you can't figure it out from what I just told ya' then I will tell you know, I am also a major nerd. I have never gotten anything other than an A on every assignment, test, and project ever, even in kindergarten. I like to think I'm very upbeat and peppy and as I said before I am proud of my southern roots. I am 5' 8", have thick wavy/curly black hair, deep chocolate eyes, a few curves, and pouty lips. My pappa (Timothy) was a farmer but he died when I was 11 and my ma (Jessica) is a Marine Drill Sergeant. She taught me how to fight and take care of myself (cooking, change parts on a car, etc.). I am an only child if you don't count my three other families, and I've never had a boyfriend that lasted longer then a month. I love to laugh, dance, sing, play my guitar, swim, read, long distance running, and kick boxing. Hm. Did I miss anything? Oh my favorites right! Favorite color? Black. Favorite food? Anything sweet is a weakness of mine. Favorite movie? The Breakfast Club. Favorite book? Dream Man by Linda Howard. Favorite singer? Rodney Atkins. That's me, wiki.

Goldy Locks and Shiner were in the middle of a VERY intense staring match that looked like it could turn into a full out spit ball fight. "Why aren't you doin' anything about it, Vas?" I looked over at her. Big mistake. I got one look at them huge puppy dog eyes and then walked over to break up Luce and Liz's most likely petty disagreement. "Alright. Break it up now. What's goin' on over here?"

"Shiner said books are better than movies, Wiki. Tell her that's not true!" Liz said. Still locked in the staring contest with Luce.

"No. Tell Flindel" Uh oh, Luce was switchin' to last names, that meant war. "that books are better than movies! Books increase mind power and movies just melt it!"

"That is so not true! And movies CAN make you smarter. What if your watching a documentary, huh!" Liz shot back.

"Vasiiiiii... Help." I whined. To which Vas sighed and changed the channel on the television.

"Hey Major General, your boys are on tv." Everyone please give a round of applause for Vasilissa the miracle worker. Liz jumped up from her staring position to watch the show, but Luce looked like she still had a little fight left in her. I was going to offer we go for a walk if I hadn't just heard-

"Are you a singer that wants to make it big? Well here is your once and a life time chance! The one and only Gustavo Rocque who also manages Big Time Rush, is looking for another new band to bring into the spot light. If you think that's you then you better find out when he is coming to you state because he only goes to each place once. Tomorrow he will be arriving in Colombus, Ohio. Good luck Ohio!" The man on the screen said before it went to commercial. Vasi, Liz, and Luce turned back to look at me while I looked at the tv with eyes as wide as saucers.

"Oh My God! We have to do that! Did you not notice that it just happened to be HERE. In Colombus, Ohio so soon. It's a sign. That 'band' he's looking for is us! I just know it." I said looking at the other three.

"Oh Dreamer, I don't know. You wanted to be the singer. We don't sing." Luce said with a small frown.

"Oh course you do. All of us can sing, you know that." I said persistent. This was it. My dream was on the line here, but I didn't want to have to go LA with out them. "Come on please. It was meant to be the guy even said what-his-name... Gustavo Rocque was looking for a BAND not just one person. Please. Please. Please." I could tell they were seriously thinking about it, just one more push. So I pushed out my bottom lip and gave them my VERY best puppy dog eyes. Luce was the first to cave.

"Alright, alright Lex. I'm in just stop with the eyes." Luce said with a sigh walking next to me and helped me puppy dog eye Vasi and Liza. That broke Liza. She walked over next to me and Shiner. Then we all turned our pleading to Vasi.

She sighed then said, "Okay we can try, but what song will we do."

"We all do separate songs. It's gonna be great!" I squealed.

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(Next day during auditions)

"Yes. Your next Major General. You ready?" I asked pumped up.

"Yeah, just a little nervous."

"Since when do you get nervous. Don't worry your going to do great." Luce added.

"Okay next we have 119, 120, 121, and 122." A women said pointing at us. We walked over and she lead us into the big room were we would do our auditions. Gustavo Rocque and his assistant were sitting at a table in front of us. "Okay you first Ms. Flindel"

Liza walked up to the front and started to sing.

(Stronger Than You Think I Am – Rachel Ferguson)

I can feel my heart beat through my chest
And I tell myself it's for the best
As I pack my things into my car
Don't know where I'm going but I know it's far

Because honey, I've had enough of you
And everything you've put me through
There's nothing you can say or do
It's time we both found someone new

Now nothing can hold me back again
My life on the right track
I know that I've got
To leave here

So here's to you
And here's to me
Living our lives separately
It's a great big world
And I'm a single girl
So I'm glad I'm leaving
I won't shed a single tear
Wishing that I had you here
I don't need a man to hold my hand
I'm stronger than you think I am

Now everything will go my way
I'm looking for a better day
Where I can hold my head up high
And give my heart to another guy

Now nothing can hold me back again
My life on the right track
I know that I've got
To leave here

So here's to you
And here's to me
Living our lives separately
It's a great big world
And I'm a single girl
So I'm glad I'm leaving
I won't shed a single tear
Wishing that I had you here
I don't need a man to hold my man
I'm stronger than you think I am

Oh, I'm letting you go
I'm letting go
I'm letting go
I'm starting a new life without you
Starting a new life without you
I know it's better this way
So I drive away

I'm stronger than you think I am

"Wow. Okay you can go stand over by your friends. Ms. Trixston your next." Gustavo's assistant, I really need to learn her name, said. Vasi walked on stage turned toward me slightly mouthing "for you" then got ready to sing.

(Everyday Superhero – Smash Mouth)

Every morning I wake up just the same
Another victim of ordinary fame
I don't see myself as invincible
It's not true at all

I'm just your average ordinary everyday superhero
Trying to save the world, but never really sure
I'm just your average ordinary everyday superhero
Nothing more than that, that's all I really am

Just a day job that's someone's gotta do
It's kinda hard when everyone looks up to you
Try to make it look easy, gonna make it look good
Like anybody would

I'm just like everybody else
After all the hype it's hard to tell
I keep my game face on so well

I'm just your average ordinary everyday superhero
I'm trying to save the world
I'm just your average ordinary everyday superhero

I try to hide my true identity
But no one knows it's only me

I'm just your average ordinary everyday superhero
I'm trying to save the world
I'm just your average ordinary everyday superhero

I'm just your average ordinary everyday superhero

Trying to save the world, but never really sure
I'm just your average ordinary everyday superhero

When Vas was done Gustavo leaned over and whispered to Kelly (I figured out her name). I hoped that was a good sign. "Next you Ms. Spencer." I nodded and walked upstage with a toothy smile. I turned toward Kelly and Gustavo and started singing.

(Cowgirls Don't Cry - Brooks & Dunn)

Her daddy gave her, her first pony
Then taught her to ride
She climbed high in that saddle
Fell I don't know how many times
Taught her a lesson that she learned
Maybe a little too well

Cowgirls don't cry
Ride, baby, ride
lessons of life are going to show you in time
soon enough your gonna know why
it's gonna hurt every now and then
if you fall get back on again
Cowgirls don't cry

She grew up
She got married
Never was quite right
She wanted a house, a home and babies
He started coming home late at night
She didn't let him see it break her heart
She didn't let him see her fall apart

'cause Cowgirls don't cry
Ride, baby, ride
lessons of life are goinna' show you in time
soon enough your gonna know why
it's gonna hurt every now and then
if you fall get back on again
Cowgirls don't cry

Phone rang early one morning
Her momma's voice, she'd been crying
Said it's your daddy, you need to come home
This is it, I think he's dying
She laid the phone down by his head
The last words that he said

Cowgirl don't cry
Ride, baby, ride
Lessons of life show us all in time
Too soon God lets you know why
If you fall get right back on
Good Lord calls everybody home
Cowgirl don't cry

When I stepped of the stage I was breathing kind of heard. Literally shaking with nerves. "Okay and your turn." Kelly said nodding at Luce. Luce confidently walked up the stage and turned to the 'audience'.

(Everybody Loves Me – One Republic)

Well hell shes a shadow in my backseat
And her friends are standing right in front of me
World wide from the Cimarron to Turkey
Open up said Everybody loves me

And you don't have to make a sound
Cause they got what you need (what you need)
Oh Oh Oh Oh

God love all the people that have warned you
God love all your sentimental virtue
Eight balls with the takers they'll make you
Lay cards with the lovers they'll hate you

And you don't have to make a sound
They got what you need
What you need
Like you say

Oh my!
Feels just like I don't try
Looks so good i might die
All i know is everybody loves me
Get down,
Swaying to my own sound
Flashes in my face now
All i know is everybody loves me
Everybody loves me

Well I
Pray the music don't stop till i turn gray
Stars forever like Don Suzan never fade,
He had a beautiful child, named her Desiree
Hope I'll remember the good things that I never made

Cause you don't have to make a sound
When they got what you need
Make you say

Don't need my health
Got my name and got my wealth I
Stare at the sun
Just for kicks all by myself I
Lose track of time
So I might be past my prime
But
I'm feeling oh so good
YEAH!

Luce walked with her head held high off stage. Kelly and Gustavo were whispering to each other and Kelly had a big smile on her face. Gustavo swiveled his chair to face us and said, "Congratulations, Your going to California." I jumped up and squealed turning to my friends and enforcing a four-way group hug. "Your flight leaves tomorrow, be ready."

TBC...

I have been working on that for a loooooooooooooooong time. I had them all singing what I felt there 'theme song' would be, does that make sense? I hope you like it Please R&R. I love hearing all your opinions and what you want to see happen. And yes it will be BTRxOCs but with a surprise twist ;). Please Review

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