So I figured out why the prologue sucked so much. It was because I SUCK at writing in third person. Like, legit, can't do it to save my life. At least, not usually, though I occasionally have a spark of muse. So yeah, the rest of the story is going to be in first person, switching from Mira to Kendall. It might bounce around to other characters, and I might write another third person chapter, but for the most part, it'll just be Mira & Kendall.

I don't mind where you come from
As long as you come to me
But I dont like illusions I cant see them clearly
I don't care, no I wouldn't dare
To fix the twist in you
You've shown me eventually what you'll do
I dont mind
I dont care
As long as you're here

All the Same – Sick Puppies

Chapter One

Mira's POV

To say that I was excited was an understatement. I was ecstatic; finally, I was going to be able to meet some of the people my father worked with. As a young girl, my father had made it a point to not mix his work life with his personal life, so aside from a few parties here and there, there wasn't much interaction for me and his business partner. But my father had promised that, as soon as we dropped my things off at the house, I would get to go to Roque Records with him, to meet his newest project, whatever that was.

"Ah," my father said, as the car slowed down to a stop, "we're here, Mira."

He made it a point to always call me Mira, because despite that I was his little baby girl, he was a professional to the end, and professionals never called anyone Sweetie, or Honey, or any silly little nickname like that. And even as a little girl, I understood that. It wasn't like he ignored me, or abused me, or anything like that; he just didn't have a pet name for me. It really wasn't that bad.

My father quickly got out of the car, and I followed in pursuit. Once I got out of the car, I noticed a huge, silver sign (that defiantly seemed bigger then it was supposed to) that read 'Roque Records,' that sat in front of me. I didn't have any time to question it, because my father had already headed through the double doors. I quickly followed, making a mental note to ask him about it latter.

"Here, Mira," he said as he gestured to the small waiting area, "why don't you wait here; I've got to check on something, but I'll be back in a few minutes."

"Okay, Daddy," I said with a shrug as I sat down in one of the small plastic chairs. He gave a smile, before walking off towards one of the many hallways. I took a deep sigh as I looked around; there wasn't much there. Just a few platinum records hung on the wall.

Suddenly, I could hear voices coming from one of the hallways. Turning my head towards the sound, I saw four boys coming down the hallway, with smiles on the faces, and twinkles in their eyes. One of them stood tall, with light brown hair, and hazel eyes. The one next to him seemed a bit … more then the first one; he was a bit more taller, and his hair was a bit more darker, and longer. His eyes were a nice shade of chocolate brown. Next to him, was a shorter boy, with dark brown… or black hair, I couldn't tell with the lighting; it was spiked up. He also had brown eyes, though they seemed darker then the boy before him, and the last one had darker skin, looking Hispanic like.

"Oh…" the first boy had said, as he looked down at me, "… hey…"

"I'm Miranda Griffin," I said as I stood up, sticking my hand out for a shake, "but everyone calls me Mira."

"Kendall," he responded, shaking my hand with a firm grip, "and these are my friends, James, Logan, and Carlos."

Looking over to the guys he gestured at, I put a name with each of the face.

"Not that your presence is bad or anything," the one referred to as James said, "but I'm just wondering why you're here; we don't usually get pretty girls sitting in our waiting room. "

A small smile appeared on my lips as my face reddened. Before I could response, a big hefty man barreled through the hallway, followed by a petite, young African American woman.

"DOGS!" the man screeched as he bounced while he walked, "HERE! NOW!"

The boys winced as the voice echoed through the room. They turned their attention to the bigger man, though as soon as he entered the room, his eyes fell on me.

"And who are YOU?!"

"I'm Miranda-" I started to say, though in his rage of anger, he cut me off.

"I don't care who you are! No one is allowed in my recording studio with my permission, UNDERSTAND?!"

His face turned an awful shade of red as he started to yell, and even though not many things intimidate me, he was sure one of them.

"But… sir, you don't understand, I-"

"No, clearly you don't understand; I want you out of my building, right now!"

"Is there a problem, Gustavo?" I heard my father's voice from behind the man. Everyone turned around, and saw my father standing there, his arms crossed, his expression, angry.

"Sir," the big man said, pointing towards me like we were children, and I had stolen his favorite teddy bear, "I was just telling this girl that she needed to leave, right away, or-"

"Why, Gustavo, would I want my own daughter kicked out of the studio?"

Everyone just stood there, frozen in their spot.

"Excuse me," the Gustavo man said, "did you say … daughter?"

"Yes, Gustavo, I did; Gustavo, boys, meet my daughter, Mira Griffin."

Okay, so yeah, here's the first official chapter of my story; hope you enjoyed, because the next chapter is pretty much going to be the same scene, only from Kendall's point of view. Please, if you want this story to keep going, I would really appreciate if you guys reviewed.