Thanks again to all of you who are reading my stories, it really means a lot to me to hear what you all have to say about them. I really enjoy hearing when I inspire others to write stories based on what I am writing, it really makes things worthwhile. Also, it is worth it to follow the links I have in the story here, if they are allowed, because it shows what the girls look like and how they dance, as well as what they are choreographing for the boys. So, without further ado, here is the next chapter of What Do You See?

Characters:

Genevieve Rodgers- Jasmine Meakin

Angela Rodgers- Herself

James Maslow

Kendall Schmidt

Carlos Pena Jr.

Logan Henderson

Dani Nohelty- Crystal Reed

Sara Mihor- Jennifer Lawrence

Disclaimer- I only own Genevieve Rodgers, Angela, Dani and Sara are all my friends and I do not own them, and unfortunately, I don't own the guys or any references to the show as well. Oh well, on with the story.

Angie and I both had duffle bags slung over our shoulders as we walked into Rocque records for our first day working with Big Time Rush. From what I have heard and seen myself, they were going to be a handful to try and teach to dance, considering that they already got two of the greatest choreographers in the music industry to quit on them. Besides that, Angie and I were going to get our revenge on them for shoving me into the pool yesterday, but we were also curious as to who the fourth member of the band was, since only three of the four pushed me in, but also because Dani had refused to tell us, but kept snickering at me whenever I would mention it. Speaking of Dani, she decided to tag along with us today because she never really got to know the spirits that hung around with these guys, and she wanted to pull them away so that I could concentrate without having the spirits nag me while I was trying to work.

"Oh good, you guys are here!" A woman said, walking up to us. "My name is Kelly, And I am Gustavo's assistant. Right this way."

She turned on her heel and led us down a hallway to a large dance studio, where four guys had their backs to us as a fairly large man was yelling at them. Dani was laughing behind me.

"That, my friends, is THE Gustavo Rocque, the angriest music producer in all of Hollywood."

"Oh, Look! Your new Choreographers are here!" He practically yelled before pushing through them to stand in front of us. "What are your names, Cats?"

I leaned over at Angie, "Did he seriously just call us cats?"
"I think so"
"Quit you're whispering and introduce yourselves!"

I rolled my eyes, but as I did I caught sight of the guys standing behind them, I knew three of them already, but the identity if the fourth surprised me.

"James?"

"Oh, Hey Gene!"

"Wait, you know her?" The blonde one hissed.

James gave him a look in return. "Uh Yeah! Didn't I tell you yesterday how I met this amazing girl in the lobby and that her name was Gene?"

"Well yeah, but you didn't tell us her first name, or that she was Choreographing for us!"
"DOGS!"
"Sorry."

I laughed, they actually responded to being called dogs.

"Well then, I'm Angela" Angie said while stifling a laugh.

"And I'm Genevieve. Anything else?" I said with a smirk. Today was going to be interesting, I could tell that much.

"Ladies, this is an interview and audition if you will. I haven't hired you yet. I don't want to hire you only to have you last a couple of days, or a couple of hours before quitting on me because you can't handle their antics."

"Trust us, we used to teach dance to 4 and 5 year-olds as well as other dance classes. If they are more mature than toddlers, we can handle it." Angie stated, brushing her hair back. She always did that when she got flustered.
"Besides, three of you dogs knocked me into the pool yesterday, I want my revenge."

"They WHAT!"

"Relax Gustavo, we can handle it." Angie and I stated at the same time before laughing.

"I still don't know if you girls can even dance yet, so I have more questions for you."

Angie and I stared at him for a while before he shrugged and began asking us questions.

"Age?"

"Seventeen"

"How long have you been dancing?"

"13 years"
"What styles do you practice"

"Well," I started, "Our style is a combination of Hip-Hop, Lyrical, and Jazz; but we are trained contemporary dancers as well as Ballroom dancers. So you see a little of all of that in our movements."

"Explain"

"I began training as a contemporary dancer first," Angie Started, "So I am very flexible and my joints are looser because of all of my extensions and everything else that I know how to do for contemporary."

"Where as I trained as a ballroom dancer first, so I can hit everything harder because I need to complete all of my movements. But as we got older, we branched away a little and moved more to hip hop styles and found a real liking in that"

"We also have competed in multiple competitions and have won many of them, not just in our own styles either."

"And that was really confusing right?" I asked, seeing a lot of blank faces looking back at us.

"It doesn't matter, just dance." Gustavo ordered.

I moved over to my duffle and dug out my IPod and cued up the track before plugging it into the speaker system. I then ran over to where Angie was standing and moved slightly infront of her before nodding at Gustavo, who played the track.

(They Dance this- .com/watch?v=vecgXkypkaw&feature=BFa&list=PL005123FECC9CCA66&lf=plpp_video )

Angie and I high fived after we completed our routine, laughing at the expressions on the boys faces. Something between lust and confusion. It was awesome.

"You girl are hired, hang around for the day and teach them something that you have already done that is easy before you actually begin to choreograph routines to their songs. I want to see something good by the end of the day. You have 5 hours." And with that he walked out of the room, slamming the door shut behind him. We then turned on the boys.

"This isn't going to be a piece of cake. Just because we are the same age as you doesn't mean that we will take it easy on you. We have had adults a good ten years older than us struggle with the routines that we choreograph for ourselves. It is going to be a long couple of hours." Three of the four swallowed loudly.

"Before we get ahead of ourselves, let us see who and what we are working with. You already know who we are. So tell us you name and something interesting about yourself." Angie said.

"Okay, I am Kendall Schmidt and I am the captain of our hockey team back home in Minnesota."

"Carlos Pena Jr. and I like thinking happy thoughts about kittens." I had to raise an eyebrow at that.

"Logan Henderson, I always wanted to be a doctor."

"James Maslow, and this is my dream to be famous and rich."

"Okay, no Angie, do we wanna serve up a delicious plate of irony?"

"Of course, we are going to teach you a routine we did to the song rude boy by Rihanna."

.:Five Hours later:.

By the time Gustavo walked back through those doors, we were all drenched in sweat, the guys effectively shedding their shirts about two hours in and Angie and I changing into tanks and rolled sweats about an hour after them.

"Okay, let's see what you have for us."

Angie walked back over to the stereo to re-cue the track and I took place as the point of the triangle we were forming out of the six of us. Angie and Carlos were behind me, while Kendall, Logan and James made up the back row. I nodded as Ang took up position next to me.

(They dance this- .com/watch?v=jq_F4cCtfFo&list=PL005123FECC9CCA66&index=1&feature=plpp_video )

"Very good, I need you two back in the studio in three days for more training, but for now you all can go home."

The guys behind me started cheering, following Angie and I down into the lobby. For the first time all day it dawned on me that I hadn't seen Dani since we walked into the building, which obviously meant bad things. As soon as we hit ground level, I saw Dani striking up a conversation with four other spirits, one our age, two that looked like they could someone's parents, and another who was obviously a grandparent of some sort. Once they saw me though, all hell broke loose.

"You can see us!"

"Please help me"
"He can't hear me, Talk to him please!"

"Why are you ignoring us!"

"I need to talk to him, please!"

"You're my only hope!"

"I miss him so bad!"
"It wasn't his fault!"

I grimaced as they all began talking over one another and words became a jumbled mess. I rubbed my temples as Angie and I got to our car.

"Yo, Gen." James called out to me.

"Yeah?" I said, not looking at him.

"Did you want to stop by our apartment later? So we could get to know each other better?" He blushed towards the end of his question, which didn't slip by me or Angie for that matter, because I saw her lift an eyebrow.

"No thanks, but I will stop by to return your shirt, I washed it for you to get the chlorine out." I said, finally looking up at him.

"James! Hurry up!" Carlos called from inside their limo.

"Just a minute man, chill out!" he called back, his eyes never leaving mine. "Sorry about that, and you can keep the shirt, I have others like it."

"are you sure?" I asked, I didn't want him coming back to me in a couple of days asking for it back.
"Think of it as something to make up for my friends dumping you in the pool and something to remember the day we met. See you around" He said before kissing my cheek and running into his limo.

I blushed and touched my cheek and climbed into the car, barely hearing what Angie was saying to me.

"GEN!" she called.

"huh? What?" I blinked, looking over at her.

"Have you heard a thing that I have said to you at all?"

"sorry, but no."

"I was asking why you didn't want to hang out with the guys. You and James seemed to be hitting it off anyways." She wagged her eyebrows deviously at me as she pulled into our parking spot at the palmwoods.

"We were, but the spirits hanging around the guys are annoying, and I can't deal with all of that energy right now. Maybe later, after I sorta figure out what they want."

"He kissed you." Was all she said, completely ignoring everything that I just told her.
"On the CHEEK!"

"Still, he kissed you!" she beamed.

"He was bragging about it to his friends on the way home anyways." Dani said, appearing next to me.

"He what!" I exclaimed in a whisper.

"OH! Is Dani here? Hey Dani!" Angie said.

"HE-"

"She says hi too." I said through my teeth, interrupting the long hello that Dani was going to give her.

"Not cool! Anyways, he was just saying that you actually don't want to kill him like you want to kill Kendall, Carlos and Logan. That was all, it wasn't horrible."

I rolled my eyes as we got onto our floor and into our apartment, eager for a good night's sleep after how chaotic today was. And when Angie was asleep, I pulled James' Shirt from under my pillow and put it on, breathing in his scent before falling into peaceful dreams.

Okay, I just realized that the video links didn't stay on the document. So the videos are on youtube, just search "California gurls jasmine meakin" and the first video will be the first result. Then the second video will be the same username only it will be for the song "Rude Boy" by Rihanna.