Hey guys I always forget to write an author's note so here's the first, Kirita's last name Kaleous is pronounced and Kay-lus and Giacomo can be pronounced as Jackomo or Jockomo. Enjoy!

"We don't need a choreographer, we're fine with our own choreography," Kendall exclaims.
"Well the industry has wanted to give this girl a job in choreography for a while and, let's face it, your moves, are tacky," Gustavo replied. "At least go to one of her lessons, or go see her dance. She chooses not to dance professionally because she still has to finish high school, and she's always injuring herself."
"Well then shouldn't the industry just give her some time rest or an easier job, or a job in Australia where she lives?" Logan was also against having a high school girl teach him dance.
"There aren't any jobs in Australia that she can do and she said she doesn't want to perform. She isn't just famous in dance you know. In her third year in high school, she and her friends became quite famous because of an extracurricular music activity, they were going to record some songs here at Roque Records but an, incident happened to the other three, and she also has her own dance costume shop that she manages, there's even a branch down the road."
"But seriously, a high school girl teaching in the big leagues, she isn't gonna last," James was trying to sound convincing, but he had no idea who this girl was.
"Yeah, shouldn't she be spending her time studying or something," Carlos was just trying to put something in, he wasn't really against the idea.
"Ok look, you are going to the first week of classes and that's that. If you manage to get there a bit early you'll see her practicing, watch her closely, watch how good she is," Gustavo turned and left.
"Please don't tell me we have to wear tights," Kendall is praying.

An hour later they arrive at the studio in, tights and tight singlets.
"I can't believe we have to do this," Logan said as the four walked through the front doors. They heard music coming from another room and figured that it was her. They walk up to the door and it's slightly ajar. And inside they see a short girl with brown hair in a high pony tail dancing to some calm music. The guys are groan at the music. Then it picks up and turns into hip hop, and she's break dancing. Although what she's wearing doesn't suit the music; stockings that are folding up near the ankle, black dance shorts and a black leotard with red double crisscross straps. On her feet she was wearing these bits of material that covered the balls of her feet; the boys had no idea what they were. Then the music changed again, and she was dancing jazz. She was doing jumps everywhere. She slows down in the centre of the room, prepares herself and does a triple turn into an arial. As she comes around her right knees slams against the ground.
"FUCK! Shit not again," she gets up without putting weight on her leg and limps over to a freezer to get an ice pack in a tea towel and placed it gently on her knee. "Look are you really just gonna sit there gawking at the sound my knee just made against the ground, or are you gonna come in and introduce yourselves," she yelled across the room to where the four of them where watching through the gap.
They came through the door and the girl got up.
Ok she's good, and kind of cute. "Hi I'm James Diamond this is…" he started in a blank tone.
"I know who you are dipshit, I'm Kirita Kaleous, eighteen years old, gets pissed at a lot of things and likes dance," she limped over to her bag in the corner of the room with the ice pack tied around her knee.
"Look I'm pretty sure we all don't want to be here but apparently we need better dance moves for our live concerts and music videos," Kendall was trying to make her give up.
"No I want to be here, although I'm pretty sure you don't," she was trying to pull on some black dance trackies and had on an orange singlet with some sort of logo on it that looked like three K's. She pulled on some chunky, orange glitter shoes and came walking over. She looked up at the four. "So, do you guys wanna warm up first, or do you, wanna…" a smile had creeped onto her face and she was laughing.
"What's so funny," James really didn't want to be here, he was glaring slightly.
"It's what you guys are wearing. Did you even think about what kind on dance you gonna be learning? It's hip hop not ballet," she said through laughs. The boys looked at each other awkwardly. "Please tell me you have other clothes to chance into or put on top because, you look like idiots."
"Yes! Thank you, these tights are giving me a wedgie," said Carlos trying to pull out a wedgie.
"Yeah, after a couple years y'get used to it. Well, aren't you guys gonna change?"
"What here?" Logan looked unsure. "You don't mind?"
"Hey I've been dancing for years, I've known, seen and helped people strip, and dance is stressful. Oh, and my dad used to walk around naked." She shrugged at the last bit. The guys started opening their bags to get some more comfortable clothes on. "Oh wait, do you guys want to start a routine for one of your songs or try one of my old routines to get a taste of what kind of dance I do?"
"We'll go with one of your old routines," said James. "I want to see what you're made of."
"Good, because I want to see what you're made of. And just so you know I've taught five year olds a routine. If you guys are gonna make it hard for me, then you're doing worse for yourself," she walked back over to her bag and got out a pink CD case.
"Really a pink CD case?" James was really trying to make Kirita's job with BTR hell.
"I started using it five years ago but I'm pretty sure I got it looong before that," she put a CD labelled 'Pirates' into the player.
"Why's the CD called Pirates?" the Latino was first done changing.
"It was one of my old hip hop routines, the start was pirate-ty and then it just turned hip hop. I'll show you the dance first and then we can start," she went over to her bag again and pulled out a laptop.
"I thought you were going to show us the dance?" Logan came up next.
"I am. The original is on a DVD," she slid a DVD into the laptop.
"So we just gather 'round you just to watch a stupid dance?" James still didn't want to be here.
"Calm y'farm will ya, did you see and hear how hard I hit my knee I'm showing the dance to you on DVD so I don't hurt myself too much because, I don't hold back anything in dance, that's why I'm always getting injured," it was like she had given this speech before. "I always say that if you're not gonna put in everything you've got, don't bother. That's a message to you, if you're not gonna try in my classes leave or don't come at all."
"Fine then. I won't come at all," James picked up his bag and left.
"He always this touchy?" Kirita pointed towards the door.
"Yeah, he is. Your dancing is really good but he just doesn't want to learn. He's been a bit emotional lately," Kendall sat down behind her.
"Well you guys better watch this carefully, you can rewind it and stuff, just take in as much as you can," she stood up and put the laptop on Kendall's lap.
"Where're you going?" Carlos looked at her with innocent eyes.
"I, am going for a walk and probably to a café. I've been here since nine o'clock and now it is one. Call me if you have any troubles or problems," she handed them a piece of paper with a series of digits scrawled on it. She went over to her bag and got out a red hoody as well as a Totoro wallet and an I-phone 3 with an orange case. Before she left she turned to the three boys and smiled gently.

"Oh god," Kirita was leaning against the wall outside the front door to the building, panting heavily and starting to go pale. "If this keeps happening I'm gonna end up in hospital," she pushed off the wall and started walking slowly toward a street of cafes and restaurants. "Might as well pay Gia a visit."

The bell on the door of the café tinkled as Kirita walked through. She went to a small table in the corner in front of the window and slumped down into a chair. "You alright?" a boy with very light brown hair came over to her. "You look like you've just gotten out of a car after a long trip."
"Gia I'm fine and please don't mention cars, you know I get nauseous just thinking about it," she leaned forward and held her head in her hands. "I finally got a job. I'm choreographing Big Time Rush's music videos and live performances now."
"Good for you and I'm guessing you want your usual peppermint and fennel tea with a Raspberry Granita."
"Can you change the Granita to a Buttermilk Panna Cotta with warm red cherry sauce? I need something gentle and could you put this…" she stuck her hand down her pants and pulled out the ice pack that was around her knee. "Into the freezer?"
"Sure thing and I'll bring you a knee brace," and the cute tall boy walked away.
"Uh, I need to stop relying on Giacomo so much," she mumbled to herself. "Uh and why do I feel someone watching me," she looked around the café to see if anyone looked familiar or if anyone was watching her. No one was. She slid down the chair so she was sitting on the edge of it and closed her eyes. No one looked at her strangely for doing this; most people that come to this café are regulars and see her often looking beat up, doing homework or designing costumes. They just encourage her and smile.
"Ok something is wrong, I can tell. You haven't looked this bad since the five year olds," Giacomo came back with a tray, that had a dainty teapot and cup and a plate with a white pudding on it with slightly steaming red sauce drizzled over the top, on it. In his other hand he had a blue knee brace.
"It feels like I'm teaching five year olds, and I feel like I'm thirty and working as a book editor," Kirita sat up in her seat.
"Well you are juggling school, dance, work and your career in your life, and I'm surprised you haven't fainted yet," he gave her the knee brace, placed the trays contents in front of her, poured the tea and sat down across from her. Kirita smelled the tea and it cleared a little stuffy bit in her head. "I'm proud of you y'know."
"What?" she was slipping on the knee brace underneath her trackies.
"One of my best friends since year seven, is a famous costume designer and is choreographing a famous boy band's music videos, and on top of that is also trying to finish school from halfway across the world and still works a part time job," he sipped her tea.
"Yeah but that part time job is majorly part time," she cut off a piece of the pudding, pushing through the sauce and ate it.
"I know, it's only when it's really busy or I'm really lacking staff, or when you need some money quickly, I know you hate borrowing," he dipped his finger into the cherry sauce and put his finger in his mouth. "Your parents would be proud of you so would Kyle and Kylie."
"Yeah I know," she said sadly staring into her teacup.
"I see you still have the shirts you made for them," he nodded to her singlet.
"Yeah, I just can't seem to give them up. A yellow shirt for Kyle, a green singlet for Kylie and an orange swing singlet for me, I even put our little emblem on it. It would've commemorated our start to fame" She sighed. "It feels like…" he phone started vibrating. "Gimme a sec, it's probably the boys," she answered the phone.
"Hello?"
"Hey Kirita," it was Kendall.
"What's up?"
"Your laptop's running out of battery,"
"Ok, the charger's in my bag. Anything else?"
"Nope, thanks," he hung up.
"Ok, so where was I?" she put her phone back into her pocket.
"It feels like…" Giacomo repeated what she said last.
"Oh yeah, it feels like they're standing next to me and supporting me, especially when times get hard," she smiled sadly.
"Hey, I'm here too," he pouted. "And don't forget, if you're having trouble with anything you can always crash at my place," he smiled and she smiled back.
"I know, I know," she laughed a little. "I still can't believe that you had to move to America at the exact same time when I got called to open up a branch of my shop, and that our seats were next to each other," she giggled a bit and then sighed contently.
"You still have Kyle's yellow guitar?"
"Yep and I still absolutely treasure it as well as the bass they got me. I can't believe that they survived it, as well as Kylie's violin," she looked like she was far away.
"You still have her violin?" he said while placing the dirty plate and spoon and the empty teapot on his tray.
"Nah, I gave it to her family. How much?" she pulled her wallet out of her pocket.
"Ten thousand dollars," he put the tray on the table and held out his hand waiting for the money.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah gimme a sec," she pulled a ten out of her wallet and put it in his hand.
"Thank you, when you're done just leave the cup on the table. I need to get back to work see ya," he kissed her on the cheek.
"Will you stop kissing me on the cheek," she wiped her cheek with her sleeve.
"Oh so you would prefer me kissing you on the lips huh?" he lifted her chin up and brought his face close to hers.
"Oi, oi, oi don't even think about it buster," she put her hand between his and her lips and pushed him away. "You know I've lost count on how many times you've tried to make a move on me," she downed the rest of her tea and stood up. "See ya," she slapped him on the back. "I'll be back for the icepack before closing."
"See ya and I still can't get used to you slapping my back," he called after her. When she was on in front of him on the other side of the window she blew him an overly girly kiss. He pretended to catch it and kiss it. She rolled her eyes and waved, he made a heart with his hand and mouthed 'Love you' like he always did. Kirita was feeling better after her talk with Giacomo, although what she didn't know was that a boy with brown hair and hazel eyes was watching her ever since she left the studio.

dun duuuun. Who is following her? You will only find out in the next chapter.