Hey guys! This is my first fanfic, so i hope it goes well!
Disclaimer: I do not own Big Time Rush (sadly)
I stared at the baby pink frilly dress in my hand with a disgusted look.
"Isn't it adorable?" Amy squeaked.
Amy was my dress stylist. She was a short petite blond. Although, Amy was way too girly, she was always there for me and was a great friend.
"Um, no," I said, still disgusted.
"Aw, come on Jess! You'll look so cute!" she exclaimed.
"I'm going to dinner, not the Barbie Doll Festival," I said dully.
Amy sighed. "Fine, but one day I will force this dress onto you," she said with a smile.
"Whatever," I said rolling my eyes, but smiling back at her.
As Amy started rummaging through her clothing racks looking for a dress for me, I turned away and looked at the opposite wall that had a huge poster of me. There I was in a big white ballroom dress. "Jessie Tylers" it said in big blue cursive letters under it. Yup, that's me. Singing is pretty much my life. Right now, I am 19 years old. I was just 14 when hit record producer, Griffin came to Florida looking for auditions. I was so happy, I auditioned right away. He immediately liked me and signed me onto the Griffin Recording Records, where I found my manager, Ricky King. A year later, I had my first single out, which became a hit and charted for Top 10. And that's basically how I started.
Buzz I looked down at my phone and saw a text from my manager, Ricky.
"Be ready in 2 hours" the text said.
I slowly turned back around to look at Amy. "Hey, Amy?" I asked.
"Yeah?" she said, looking up from the dress she was ironing for me.
"Do you know by any chance where Ricky is taking me? He won't tell me why!" I complained.
"I have no idea, but it's probably something important because he told me to pick something fancy and impressive for you," Amy said. I wondered what big event was planned for me.
About an hour and a half later, I was all ready. I walked out of my dressing room to see my bodyguard, Keith waiting for me. Keith was a big strong guy, who looked scary, so that he could scare away creepers.
"Hey Keith," I said with a smile.
"Hey, you ready?" he asked.
"I have no idea what I am ready for, but yes," I replied a little frustrated.
"Well neither do I, so let's go. Ricky is waiting," he said.
We walked down the studio and went outside through the back door, toward my limo. I safely got in, and Keith following me inside. I looked to my side and saw Ricky sitting there in a suit. Ricky is a medium height, middle aged man. He has short, dark brown hair and dark blue eyes.
"Hey Jess," he said smiling.
"Hey Rick, you mind telling me where we are going?" I said getting annoyed at how secretive he was being.
"You'll see," he said with a smirk. I glared at him.
"Trust me, you'll love it," he replied at my glare.
"Yeah, I better," I said, still angry that he wouldn't tell me anything.
After a 15 minute car ride, the car stopped. Keith got out, while Ricky and I followed. I looked up to see that we were at Bella Italia, a fancy Italian restaurant. We quickly walked up to the door and entered. A lady with dark red hair was standing behind the front desk, scribbling something on a paper. She looked up when she heard us enter and smiled, obviously waiting for us.
"Please follow me to your table," she said sweetly.
We followed close behind. I looked up at Ricky and said, "Now that we are here, can you please tell me what we are doing here?" I asked itching to know.
"Alright, all I will tell you is that we are meeting a special friend of mine," he said in his deep, but kind voice. Before I could ask any more questions, the dark red-haired lady stopped at a circular table.
I turned my eyes, scanning the table, and was surprised to see both my parents sitting there. They both gave me loving smiles. I looked away from them and saw a third person sitting with them. He was a tall, mean looking man. He was half way bald and had a light brown colored beard and a mustache.
"You must be Jessie Tylers," he said loudly.
"Yes, I am," I said wondering who the man was.
"My name is Gustavo, record producer," he said proudly.
Oh, I know who he is! But what is he doing here, I wondered.
"Nice to meet you, Mr. Gustavo," I said politely.
"Well let's sit," Ricky said enthusiastically.
I carefully took a seat next to my mom and Ricky. The server came and gave us our appetizers of fried shrimp, before we started talking.
"Well, give her the great news!" Ricky said happily, while my mom grinned and squeezed my shoulder.
Gustavo looked me in the eyes and said, "As you must know, Ms. Tylers, I am a very successful producer and manager," he paused, while I gave a small nod, "You must also know that I am the manager of hit band Big Time Rush." I froze.
"And so, Ms. Tylers," Gustavo continued, "I am here to make a contract so that you and Big Time Rush can go on tour together!" he practically yelled excitedly.
My blood suddenly stopped flowing. I heard very distantly, Ricky saying, "It's great isn't it? I already have the papers ready!"
I heard my mom say, "Congratulations!"
I heard my dad say, "This is so big, hunny!"
But all I processed was the faces of my enemies.
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