A/N I just want to say thanks you to everyone that has reviewed, followed and favourited my story:D it has truly made my day:D (yes I get easily excited) anyway, I have one request to make: Could you review my story please? Good, bad or indifferent I don't care. I don't even want it just to look popular. I want it because I see how many hits and visits it has gotten in the last few days (well, since its been up) and I'd love a little encouragement cuz currently I'm basing my story on the feedback from SeddiexXx and a girl I know in school. So please:D Free virtual hugs for everyone that reviews (and a mention[if they want]). Anywhoodle, ON TO THE STORY!

Disclaimer: Really? You seriously think I own BTR? Well, you guessed right. And I can prove it. Tomorrow, Big Time Rush will fly over to Ireland to do their first EVER Irish concert in Dublin and I'll be brought up onto the stage and receive the personal numbers of ALL the band and every hot Nickelodeon male star. Sound likely? Thought so.

Yet again, a shrill ringing sound woke me from my slumbers. I groggily reached out to switch it off and I dragged myself put of the stiff bed. Mr. Bitters obviously bought the cheapest bare essentials he could find, i grumbled to myself as I looked around my room, stretching out my sore muscles. The bed had seemingly been the most basic structure I'd ever seen, made of plain wood, splinters sticking out the at every possible angle, many times I had been an unfortunate victim to. The mattress was stiff and felt like it had been made of bricks. The sheets were also stiff and had been coloured grey at the amount of times they'd been washed.

Walking away from the old, uncomfortable bed I glanced at my reflection and pulled a brush through my messy brown hair. I grabbed my hair straightener and straightened my hair, paying attention to my side fringe which had an annoying characteristic of blatantly refusing to stay straight for long periods of time. I sighed, applying foundation to my face, before my usual of mascara and kohl eyeliner. Even spending hours tanning in Ireland and wearing foundation, I was sure I would still look like a ghost among the darker skinned LA inhabitants.

I hurried down to Roque Records, where I found Kelly an she led me to Gustavo's television set. After travelling for twenty minutes we arrived at the destination. I hopped out of the car and walked in, my hands shoved deep into my pockets.

"Ariana!" Gustavo called

I turned around and saw him heading my way. I grinned and began to thank him before he interrupted me.

"It's no problem, just get into your dressing room and read your script!" He yelled down at me. Wow, Hollywood certainly didn't change him.

I glanced over my shoulder and nearly screamed in shock at who I saw here.

"Alex!" I shouted

She turned around and ran up to me. We hugged each other screaming like little girls for about twenty minutes until Gustavo spotted us, and we ran to our dressing rooms.

Alex had been my best friend since primary school. We practically grew up together, and we knew each other inside out. About a year or so ago, Alex's family had moved out to Michigan, where her uncle lived. We were heartbroken when we heard the news, but promised to keep in contact daily. Of course that was impossible, but we did manage to call each other every weekend or so, catching up on each others' news. Alex hadn't changed much since I last saw her. Her hair was still the same style and colour, but she added blond to end of the fringe and ends of her hair. She had the same hairstyle as I do, but she kept her layers shorter than mine.

After shooting our scenes we headed out to Roque Records, where I knew Kelly would be. Pulling up beside the entrance, we strolled into the studio where I Saw Gustavo yelling at four boys through a glass window who seemed frightened of their life. When Gustavo eventually calmed down, they came out of the booth and were introduced to us.

"Hey, I'm Kendall" the tallest one said. He had bright green eyes and blond hair. He held out his hand and shook ours, smiling at our confused looks at his gesture.

"I'm Carlos" the second on said. He was considerably smaller than the blond, and had dark hair with chocolate brown eyes. He had dark skin and wore a black helmet, which he tapped twice before shaking our hands as Kendall had.

The third one was Logan. He had the same dark brown eyes that Carlos had, but instead of the dark skin, he seemed to be the palest of the four, and also the smallest. He had messy dark hair, gelled into a spike just past the centre of his head. He smiled a crooked smile at us and, like the previous two, held out his hand. Butterflies erupted in my stomach the moment our hands touched and I smiled back at him, internally frowning at the confusion of the butterflies in my stomach.

The final one was James, and he was very pretty, but not at all my type. He had chestnut brown hair, longer than the other guys and hazel eyes, surrounded by a thick layer of dark lashes. He towered over Logan and Carlos, but was just the same height as Kendall.

He introduced himself to us, winking at Alex, causing her to giggle at him, something she does when she really likes someone. I smiled as she was led by him out the door to see the rest of the studio. I shot a questioning look after them as I was given a tour by the remaining members of their studio.

A/N G'wan, press that review button. You know you want to;)