Chapter 2

The guys made up a band called Big Time Rush. It surprised me that Gustavo's band didn't have the name boy in it anywhere, and their song titles didn't have girl in then too—contrary to previous Gustavo Rocque hits; Girl to My Heart, Ooh Girl, and who can forget Girl Girl Girl. Their songs were really good. My favorite is already Any Kind Of Guy. Nice tune and a nice message, double whammy.

It was in the middle of the song The City Is Ours that a guy in a suit with two other guys and a girl about my age walked into the studio. She was pretty to say the least. She was the exact opposite of me. She was really tall, compared to my 5'3". She had straight hair, and I got my curly hair from my mom. Her hair was a jet black, the kind of color you could ever possibly get only by dying it. She wasn't bad if she was in my band. But who was the dude?

"Gustavo," he said in a powerful type voice. "This is Savannah. She's part of the new girl band I told you to put together."

"Wait, Griffin, you set up the girl band thing?" asked Logan.

"Yes," replied Griffin. "Mercedes says she needs a band of mine to hang out with that aren't guys, so I pulled together four girls from all over the country. Savannah is from New York."

"I don't mean to be rude, Mr. Griffin, sir, but, um, who are you exactly?" I asked.

"Arthur Griffin," answered Gustavo, "is the powerful CEO in charge of all of this. Mercedes is his daughter."

"Alrighty then," I said, trying to sweeten my voice for the powerhouse.

"I like her," said Griffin. "What's your name?"

"Celine Spellman," I said. "I'm from Louisiana. Pleased to make your acquaintance Mr. Griffin, sir."

"Please," coughed Savannah. "This little hick is supposed to be part of my band? And I suppose that I'm just here for backup."

Griffin didn't look mad or anything, but his words were harsh, but spoken calmly. "I have told you once, Savannah, that this is not your band. And Gustavo gets to decide who will run the band but I think that since Celine was here first—"

"And we actually like her already!" chimed Kendall from inside the recording studio.

Griffin looked at the boys, straightened his jacket, and looked back at Savannah. "Exactly," he said. "This means that Celine is in charge until it is stated otherwise. Gustavo, I will be back tomorrow to check on the new girl band. If I don't like them, I'm pulling the plug on this whole ordeal, and you'll stick with Big Time Rush." And the CEO left the building.

"Big Time Rush?" Savannah mocked. "More like Big Time Crash by the looks of you. Where did Gustavo dig you up? Wisconsin?" Savannah sat herself down in Gustavo's chair and put her feet up on the sound board.

James looked mad. And was I ever right because he put his headphones down and came storming into the booth. "It was Minnesota and we are ten times better than you will ever be!" That hit me. I guess we would never live up to Big Time Potential like they do. James must have seen the disappointment on my face because he reiterated himself. "I meant like you as in like Savannah, not you as a band, but I haven't met the other band members yet so, I'm just going to stop talking now." He shut up and turned away as the other boys walked into the booth.

"James just doesn't control himself when he gets mad," Kendall said. "Are you okay?" he asked me wrapping his arm around my shoulder. I get teary eyed really easily so it must have looked like I was on the edge of losing it when James snapped at Savannah.

"I feel like that's all you're asking me today," I told him. "But yeah, I'm fine."

Kelly seemed worried for all of us. "I'm sorry to be the bearer of bad news Celine, but Savannah is staying in your apartment with the two other girls. So if you two don't get along we might just cut one of you out of the band."

"And I can assure you," said Gustavo, "that it won't be Celine. She's too nice to butt heads with anyone. I mean anyone." I was thinking that if things don't go my ways I can always just make a little bit of magic happen. But Gustavo seems to like me, as well as the boys, and I really like this town already. Savannah's just a bump in the road that I'm going to have to deal with.

When we got back to the Palm Woods, Sabrina was sitting in the lobby waiting for us. Kendall and I were chatting away, Logan and Carlos were arguing about what to take on a desert island (Kendall told me they'd had this argument before), and James and Savannah were just eyeballing each other the whole ride home as if daring the other to make a stupid move. Of course Sabrina expected more in between me and Kendall then there was but she's my cousin, and my last boyfriend, Nathan, didn't end so well.

"So, are you ready to check out our apartment?" Sabrina asked Savannah and me.

"Sure," I responded easily.

"And of course the boys are invited as well," Sabrina extended.

Carlos looked brighter than he had when arguing with Logan. But Kendall was the one to reply to her. "I think we'd love to," he said. "What number is it?"

"I think," Sabrina said, "it's apartment number 2 H."

The guys look at each other and then James said, "That's right next to our apartment. That's so cool. I guess we'll be seeing a lot of each other then. That is," he said looking at Savannah, "that's so cool for Celine's sake."

"Thanks James," I said to him.

"Let's go," Sabrina said, grabbing my arm and leading the way. "Savannah doesn't seem like your type," she whispered on our way to the elevators.

I just nodded and gave her a little nudge which told her that I'd tell her about it later. Right now, it was time to settle into my new home for a while.