"Logan, I'm Chad Cooper," the resounding voice rang through my ears. He was wearing a pin stripe suit and his hair was jelled into spikes. He had bright blue eyes that were staring into my soul. He stuck his hand out for me to shake and I returned the favor.

"Nice to meet you sir," I replied while peering around his shoulder in search of the girl I just met.

"Logan I don't know if you're aware of this but I'm an editor from Rolling Stones." My attention quickly snapped back to him and my eyes grew wide. I didn't know what to say, I was caught off guard, and a bit shocked. Did he just say Rolling Stones?

Chad laughed. "I knew that would spark your interest." I chuckled nervously. "I want to interview you and your band mates for the cover of our next issue."

I could feel myself jump back a little in surprise. He smirked at me. I glanced back over at my group of friends sitting at their table. We were such a motley crew, and from what I knew we weren't THAT big. Why would we be considered for the front page article of such a huge magazine?

"Wait us?" I said pointing to myself and then the three other boys sitting nearby. Chad laughed and tugged on his suit.

"Yes sir. You and your band have impressed America. You've gone from a small group of boys who can sing and dance, to a group that has jumped the music charts. I think we'd be crazy not to cover it."

I felt my heart thumping in my chest. I tried to steady myself.

'Oh," I said with a hard swallow. He laughed at my nervousness.

"I want to speak with you and your band after dinner, is that alright?" he questioned with his hands in his pants' pockets. I blinked at him in confusion.

"Yeah… that's… that would be great," I tripped over my words.

"Great I'll see you then," he said as he patted me on my back. I watched as he marched over to his camera man to report him the news. I didn't know what to do at that moment. I stood motionless and dumbfounded.

"Logan!" I finally heard from my table of friends. I looked over to see James flagging me down. I laughed and strolled over to them.

"What took you so long?" he questioned.

"Yeah dude I know I said it was dangerous in here, but I didn't know you were going to get lost." Kendall joked. The boys laughed and a marshmallow shot out of Carlos' mouth.

"Whoops sorry," he said reaching over in front of me to grab his now soggy piece of food. He picked it up and immediately put it back in his mouth. We all laughed at him. I rubbed the back of my head nervously.

"I just had the strangest encounter of events," I said looking behind me to see if I could find the girl I ran into when I got here.

"What happened?" James demanded leaning in towards me. I tried to gather my thoughts in a logical order.

"Well I met this girl." I didn't even get to finish what I was saying before I heard my friends snicker at me.

"That is strange," James teased nudging me in my arm. I shot him a look. James was the "pretty boy," of our group. He was used to having girls throw themselves at him. I on the other hand was quieter and rather picky about the girls I was attracted to, so of course it was rare when I came across one that I was actually interested in.

"It's not just that, but I barely had a chance to speak to her before a guy from Rolling Stones came up to me and- "

"Whoa Rolling Stones?" Kendall asked dropping his fork.

"Yes," I said simply trying to continue with my story about the girl. "But then-"

"As in the magazine?" Carlos interrogated

"Yes," I responded in frustration. "Then I-"

"Do they want to interview us?" James cut me off. I let out a loud sigh.

"Yes, we're going to be the cover story!" I shouted in irritation. Just then I watched as the three pairs of eyes staring at me grew into large spheres that almost bugged out of their heads. I sighed and rested my hand on my head. I knew I wasn't going to be able to tell my story. Carlos immediately jumped from his seat and began to dance around.

"We're going to be on the cover of Rolling Stones!" He sang out loud. Kendall and James immediately jumped from their seats and began to dance with him. I could feel my face burning bright red as they did so. I just hoped the girl I met earlier wouldn't see.