A Big Time Rush Story: Fame & Fortune

We finally arrived, my best friend, Haley; my aunt, Diana; and I. We were finally here; we were finally able to make our dreams come true. We were in LA. Our taxi driver pulled us up to the Palmwoods, a place where kids who wanted to be famous came.

"Thank you," My aunt paid the fee and we stepped out of the cab.

"Ah… fresh air!" Haley said, stretching her arms.

"Yep and we finally get to make our dreams come true!" I exclaimed. Of course I was happy, I mean who wouldn't be?

We headed inside to a nice and attractive lobby. An unhappy man was at the desk.

"Welcome to the Palmwoods. I'm Mr. Bitters. What are you here for?" He asked, and was obviously bored.

"I'm renting an apartment. I have a reservation under Diana Browne."

"Oh, yes. I've heard about you." He looked over at me and Haley. "Yes, Megan Browne and Haley West, the girls who want to be actresses."

"Yeah, so?" I said. I was starting not to care for Mr. Bitters. His name fit perfectly.

He ignored me and started ratting off rules. Of course, he has to ruin everyone's fun.

"One, after 9 P.M. you stay out of the lobby. Two, no parties. Three strikes and you're out of my hotel. Three, you listen to my marker boards. Whatever it says goes. And a bit of advice, stay away from the hockey heads. You'll be better off not getting involved in any of their schemes."

Hockey heads? Wow, he sure was bitter. There were too many rules, too. How was a teen supposed to deal with that?

"Can we at least stay in the lobby for now? We need to go over our lines for the cereal commercial tomorrow." Haley asked, annoyed. "It's important and this place is supposed to help make our dreams come true."

"Yes, it's not nine yet is it?"

"No, but-"

"So you can stay." Mr. Bitters said.

Haley and I exchanged glances and I rolled my eyes. We leave our small boring town of Maryland, and end up with a dead-beat, boring, mean manager-of-a-guy.

"Girls, I'll be in our apartment unpacking. Come up when you're done." Aunt Diana said, as she headed to the elevator.

"Okay." We chorused. Time to rehearse.

We sat down on a couch and flipped through our lines. I wasn't sure if Haley was actually studying but I wasn't. I was eying the furniture, the people, and the pool. That pool looked amazing.

"It's a nice pool, isn't it?" A voice said from behind us.

"Eek!" I jumped and turned around, Haley soon following.

The voice was from a boy about my age. He had brown hair with some blonde in it and he had beautiful greenish or hazel eyes and was all eyebrows. Behind him were three other boys. One had longer brown hair and had hazel eyes. He was eying me and Haley with interest. Then there was a smaller guy, maybe a little taller than me, and he looked Spanish. The last boy had short black hair and brown eyes and had a friendly smile on his face.

"Oh, sorry, I guess we would have scared you. I'm Kendall Knight. These are my friends and band mates. This is James Diamond." He pointed to the boy with long hair. "Logan Mitchell." He pointed to the boy with the friendly smile and short hair. "And Carlos Garcia." He pointed to the smallest guy. "We came from Minnesota and we're Big Time Rush."

My eyes widened. "You guys are Big Time Rush?" I asked, surprised. "I love your guys' music!"

"Another fan!" The boy called Carlos said happily.

The boy, Logan, stuck his hand out. "Who are you?"

I shook his hand. "I'm Megan Browne. I'm fifteen. This is my best friend, Haley West. She's fourteen and a half. We came from Maryland to become actresses." I told them.

Haley then spoke up. "We came with her aunt because my parents don't support my dream…" She trailed off.

"What about your parents?" James said, looking at me.

"My mom is with her new husband traveling the world. My dad's too busy working so my Aunt said she would because she designs clothing." I felt like I just rattled off my life story to them. "How old are you guys?" I had to ask that because all of them were cute.

"All of us are 16." Kendall said. "Logan has his learner's permit."

I glanced towards the clock. 7:15. Aunt Diana would wonder where we were and she would worry. It's not really a good city to worry in.

"I'm sorry. We have to go. My aunt probably needs us to unpack and then we have to look over our lines more. That's showbiz right?" I asked, laughing nervously.

"I guess so. We'll see you two around hopefully." Logan said.

"Yeah, we hope too!" Haley said. She always had a soft spot for cute boys.

We picked up our scripts and headed to the elevator. As the door opened, I heard a shout behind us.

"What room is your floor on?" I turned to see it was James.

I glanced at Haley and smiled. As the elevator doors shut, I shouted back. "8J."