A/N Hey, something I want to say. Skylar is NOT…NOT…NOT perfect! She won't be perfect. I don't plan on her being perfect! If she seems like she's perfect PLEASE tell me. I don't want her to be perfect so if you see perfection let me know. I will CHANGE IT! Thank you for your time :) I forgot to tell you guys, Skylar looks like Olivia Olsen. Just thought you would want to know that. I'll put up a pic on my bio. Now on to capítulo dos.
Disclaimer: the fantastical band-slash-group-slash-show-slash-song Big Time Rush does not belong to me in any way, shape, or form. I do own my plot and my characters so no touchy…nooo touchy. No touch!
Chapter 2
(A Job?)
*Skylar's POV*
We drive to Rocque Records. I'm excited to meet this guy. He seems like a pretty talented man. So yeah, we get there and see a huge building. Bianca and Mckenzie squeal and jump out the car as soon as we park. They make a run for the building…well as much of a run that they could manage in heels. Blair turns the car off and gets out. I'm last. She made this rule to where I am always supposed to be the last one out the car. Don't know the cause. She did it just to be an ass.
All of us to get to the floor where the big star Gustavo is meeting us. We get there and we see an African American woman holding a clipboard. Maybe the girls' new manager? A big man in sunglasses and a cool looking jacket is standing there next to her.
"Welcome to Rocque Records. I'm Kelly." The lady says comes up to us to shake Blair's hand. Kelly has a warm smile on her face. Blair just looks at her hand in pure disgust. Kelly awkwardly retracts he hand and clears her throat. Her smile falters. "Um, this is Gustavo." She says. Gustavo does that 'I'm cool' slight nod. Blair actually smiles.
"Pleased to meet you Mr. Rocque." She says as she walks up to him. They shake hands and the girls and Blair follow him to the office for some contract discussing. I walk over to Kelly.
"Don't take it to the heart. She's like that to everybody." I let her know.
"Thanks…who are you again?" she asks me.
"I'm Skylar Perry. The step sister of the girls. Nice to meet you." I say with my hand out. She takes it.
"Kelly Wainwright. I'm Gustavo's assistant." She says with a smile. I like this lady.
"Kelly do you mind showing me around the studio." I ask her. They are going to expect me to know where everything is when they get back. I'm responsible for everything.
"Sure." She says. "Follow me." she directs. She guides me to a hallway with like 30 posters on the wall. "This-" she starts. "-is the Rocque Records Hall of Fame." She says. Boy Quake? Boy Blast? Boyz in the Attic? Angel Angel!
"I love these groups! Gustavo produced all of their songs?" I ask awestruck.
"Yep."
"Wow." We keep walking until we reach the end. Big Time Rush. "My sisters love these guys." I say pointing to the poster. "Especially this guy." I say pointing to the tall brunette.
"That's James." Kelly says.
"Yeah he's the one they love." I say with a smirk. Hey! That's that Carlos guy I met earlier! He's a singer?
"I'll show you to the studio. Come on." She says. I turn from the poster to follow her. "Do you sing?" she asks me.
"No, no, no no. I can't carry a tune worth a lick." I admit.
"Really?"
"Yes." I say laughing.
"Can you dance?" she asks. I shrug.
"I don't know. I never dance in front of people so I'm not really sure."
"Show me a few of your moves." She says with a smile. I blush and look down.
"No. I can't. I don't like dancing in front of people." I say. She laughs.
"It's okay." she assures me. "Here is our recording studio." she tells me when we get into a red recording area. "Back there is where the guys practice dancing." She says. I look through a glass window to an open area. Cool. I admire my step sister's new work area.
"Hey where'd you buy that bracelet?" Kelly asks. I look at the little silver charm bracelet on my wrist.
"My mom gave it to me…before she um, passed away." I say solemnly.
"Oh my gosh! I-I'm so sorry to hear about that." she says.
"It's okay. Um yeah she gave it to me when I was like 4. I add on a charm for each really important moment in my life.
"Well that's cool." She says. Right now I have 6. 2 deaths, 1 marriage, 2 times moving, and 1 for being in Hollywood.
"Yeah." I say. An awkward silence fills the air. Neither one of us wanting to be the one to say something first. She walks me back to Gustavo's office area. The twins, Blair and Gustavo all come out of the office.
"Then it's settled. Gypsy Love will start tomorrow." Gustavo says to them. Gypsy Love? Who the hell is Gypsy Love? "Have the girls here first thing tomorrow." he bellows.
"Yes Mr. Rocque. They'll be here you can count on it." Blair says. "Let's go girls." She instructs. She walks towards the exit and the girls and I follow. I wave to Kelly and she gives me a smile back.
"See you next time Kelly!" I say with a smile. Blair directs a glare in my direction. I press my lips together in a tight line. We all walk back out to the SUV. The twins get in first, then Blair, and finally me. What can I say? She starts the truck and pulls out of the lot. After a good 3 minutes she turns her attention to me.
"What. Did I tell you about talking to people Lindsey?" she practically growls. I bite my lip at her aggressive tone.
"Don't. When I talk it's a waste of precious time, and I most likely will say something to screw up." I reply quietly.
"Yes. You are meant to blend in with the shadows and do as Bianca, Mckenzie or I say. We are the ones people want to see, and talk to, so keep your fucking mouth closed. You are to be neither seen nor heard. Got it?" She asks.
"Yes Blair." I reply letting my head hands. During this whole shebang a bang Mckenzie and Bianca were snickering quietly. Blair stops at a red light and looks at me through the rearview mirror. She sighs and rolls her eyes.
"Skylar you need to get a job." Blair says. The hell?
"Excuse me?" I ask.
"You heard me. Wait let me rephrase that. You will get a job in the next 2 days." She says as the light turns green again.
"That's impossible! I don't know how to do anything! I-I'm only 16! How many people would hire a 16 year old girl? Wh-Why do I even need a job?" I exclaim.
"Well make it happen. I'm tired of you mooching off of my money you little brat, and I won't have you living off of the twins' money." She says evenly. "Get a job or you will never see daylight again."
"Okay."
"Well now that that's out of the way. Do you love our name or do you love it?" Mckenzie asks Bianca.
"I like totally love it! Gypsy Love. Perfect!" Bianca responds.
"We are going to famous!"
"All of the boys are going to LOVE us."
"Ikr. They will be begging to get our numbers." I sigh and sit back in my seat. I grab my iPod and go through my songs. I find Purple Rain by Prince & the Revolution and click it. I put in my ear buds and listen to the song. Well it's not that bad an idea. I could make some money for myself. That's good right? I could even move out if I had enough money. That would be heaven…
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I am again left at 2I. I can't leave until I figure out a job to get. Blair's rules. I got a news paper and look through the 'Help Wanted' ads.
"Mind reader? No! Fire fighting assistant? Heck no. Whale whisperer? Nope. Cabinet cleaner?" I throw down my news paper. This, is useless. The only work I've ever done is cut grass and cook. I could always find a job at McDonalds…that's it! I can work at Mickey Ds. Anyone can get a job at McDonnalds. I mean how hard is it taking orders and flipping burgers? I've been doing it more than half of my life already. I jump up off the couch and head out the door. This is going to be a piece of cake.
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When I got to the nearest Mickey D's, the manager took me in right away. Turns out they needed someone to work the drive thru asap. He had me start like right when I got there. He told me I looked 'trustworthy'. His words exactly. I blushed from the compliment.
"Thanks Mr. Waterson. I won't let you down." I assure him. He puts a cap with the gold M on it on my head.
"Good. Now start taking those orders." He says with a smile. He walks off and my first customer drives up.
"Welcome to McDonalds. May I take your order?" I ask into the microphone.
"Yes. Can I get 4 Big Macs and 3 large fries? 2 diet cokes…wait make that one diet coke and the other one a mountain dew. On two of those Big Macs I don't want pickles, onions, sauce, cheese, lettuce, or tomatoes. On the other two I want extra mayo lettuce, pickles; I want French fries added in between the bun on all of them. 1 large cookies and crème McFlurry's but take out the crème and add apple pie with the crust cut off." she says.
"…what? Um, can you please repeat that?" I ask timidly. She sighs and repeats the whole thing. Who buys that much crap! Whoever is eating this stuff is going to have a heart attack!
"Hello! Did you get my order that time?" she asks rudely.
"Ohh I'm sorry I zoned out. Can you repeat that one last time? And may I make a suggestion. You shouldn't eat all this food. You are going to have a heart attack with all these carbs and calories. You have to be fat as hell to eat all this."
"I'll let you know that I am big boned. Where is your manager? This is ridiculous!" she screeches. One of my co-workers, a guy, pushes me out the way to get to the window. He talks to her then turns to me.
"Damn it man! Learn to respect the customers. You don't tell the customers not to eat. You try to get them to buy MORE! Are you retarded or something? Geez." He mumbles.
"All this stuff isn't good for the customers!" I say. He rolls his eyes.
"Screw the customers! Just get the money and stop being such a health freak bitch." He says. I scoff. Bitch? Yeah screw this job. I storm over to the intercom mic and push away the girl standing in front of it.
"Fuck you." I point to the guy who called me a bitch. "Fuck you." I point to the Supervisor. "Fuck you." I point to a random co-worker. I point to a lady in the back "You're cool." I say. She smiles. "Fuck you, I'm out!" I declare. I grab a wrapped up burger that is just sitting on the counter and throw it at the face of the dick that called me a bitch. I march out with as much dignity as possible. I'm keeping this dang hat.
"Yep. Not a good fast food worker." I say to myself, but man, it felt good to say that! I walk back to the Palm Woods and see a guy with a scraggly brown beard and leaf blower. I still need a job…maybe I could help the maintenance man out. I run up to him and tap him on the shoulder.
"What?" he asks when he turns around. He turns of the blower and looks down at me.
"Sorry to disturb you, but are you hiring by any chance?" I ask. He looks confused.
"What do you know how to do?" he asks.
"Well I can work a lawn mower, I know how to trim hedges…um, I can fix a clogged toilet, and fix a broken dishwasher. I'm pretty good at fixing electronics like , DVDs, Cable boxes, and air conditioners. I know how to plant flowers and how to clean out a pool." I say.
"Wow." He says shocked. I smile triumphantly. "Sure, yeah, you're hired. What's your name?"
"Skylar." I say.
"Well Skylar. You are now officially a maintenance maid." He says. I give him a hug. He pats my back awkwardly.
"You have no idea how much this means to me. Mr…"
"Just call me Buddha Bob." He says with a smile.
"Thanks Mr. Buddha Bob!" I say. I run to the elevator. My first job ever is in L.A as a maintenance woman. That's not something you hear every day. I push the up button on the elevator and I see Carlos and one of his friends in it. Another member of BTR.
"Hey, Carlos. New guy." I say raising an eyebrow at the guy.
"I'm Logan." The spiky haired brunette says.
"I'm Skylar. Nice to meet you Logan." I say. My phone buzzes signaling a new text. "One second guys."
1 new message 6:17pm From Camille
Meet me da pool asap. Bring a swim suit!
I put up my phone.
"I have to go now. I'll see you guys around." I say waving. They get out of the elevator and I get in. it takes me to the second floor and I go to 2I. I open the door and jog to my room. I go through my drawer and pull out a strapless blue tankini. I pull it on and wrap a towel around my waist. I pull up my hair and go back out my room.
"Where do you think you're going?" Blair asks me as she walks to me.
"The pool." I say simply. "Don't worry I'll be back in like an hour I'm just going to make sure the twins are okay." I say running out the room before she can say anything else. I jog down the stairs and to the pool. I see Camille sitting at a table.
"What's the emergency Camille?" I ask sitting next to her.
"I got the part!" she says.
"What part?" I ask.
"The part of Lilac in Ninjas vs. Pirates the Movie!" she yells.
"Really? That's awesome! I'm so happy for you!" I say giving her a hug. She starts shushing me.
"Logan's coming over act cool." She demands. On cue BTR Logan walks over to us.
"Hey Camille. Skylar?" he says confused. Camille looks back and forth between us.
"You know each other?"
"We meet at the elevator like 10 minutes ago." Logan says.
"Yeah." I agree. He sits flanking Camille on the other side and puts his arm around her shoulder. I smirk and raise an eyebrow.
"You two going out?" I ask. Camille shrugs. How do you not know if you are going out with someone?
"I think so." Logan says. I look a Camille for an explanation.
"On again off again." she supplies me.
"That explains it alright. Oh, guess what." I say.
"What." She says.
"Guess first."
"You said guess what so I guessed what."
"That makes no sense."
"You said to guess what so I guessed the word what like you said." I look at her confused.
"I didn't mean like tha-" Logan then cuts me off.
"Just tell us." he says.
"Hey man. I barely know you…then again I barely know her either. Therefore it doesn't matter…anyway I got a job." I finally say. I was starting to confuse myself.
"What kind of job?" Logan asks.
"Actress?" Camille asks.
"Singer?" Logan asks.
"Ooh a model?"
"A dancer?"
"No. I'm working with Buddha Bob now. I'm a maintenance girl." I say.
"Maintenance? Is that the best job you could get? In ALL of Hollywood, the job you decide to take is a maintenance girl? What the hell?" Camille asks.
"Yeah. I can't sing, I don't really dance, I suck at being a fast food worker. It's what I'm best at." I say with a one shoulder shrug. Camille face palms.
"I could have helped you find an acting job." She says.
"I need to get a job in the next day or so."
"Why." Logan asks.
"It's a long story." I say sheepishly. I notice both of them get comfortable in their spots and look at me expectantly. Oh, well I guess they actually want to hear about it. L.A has some pretty cool people here. I guess they are like my best friends now…well pretty much my only friends really.
"Well it all started when I was 3…"
A/N Yes now she has two actual friends who will know her story! You guys will find out her story next chapter. You will just have to stick around until then to find out. This is all still in the first day of them moving here. Again if there is anything at all perfect about Skylar let me know. I'm always open to criticism. Oh and that F*ck you part was off Half Baked. I thought that was funny a heck man. I love that movie. Review! RevieW! Review! Review! Review!
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