Jake K.'s POV:

I walked into our apartment, 2J, and just threw my bag on the couch. I looked around; a couch, a flat screen, and a..a swirly slide? Really? Whatever. Soon enough, Angel came in as well as mom, Heather, and dad. Dana and Dawson were already in here. I think Dana said it was something about tampons… Oh well. "Okay," Dad said as soon as he set the suitcases down, "How 'bout we do it this way. Jake and Daws, you guys can share a room, and Dana, I'll let you choose who you wanna bunk with. Angel or Heather?" Oh, great, I have to share a room with Mr. Clean Freak. Goodie. And Dana gets to choose her roommate? Well, someones gonna end up ecstatic, while the other ends up utterly pissed off. My guess is she chooses Angel, and Heather gets the last room.

Dana K.'s POV:

I guess it'd only be fair to share a room with Heather, I mean, would I want to be away from Angel? No, but if she's happier than she was…"Uh, I'll bunk with Heather." At that moment, I could tell Mom, Dad, and Dawson were appalled, Angel perked up, because she finally had her own room, Jake was pretty surprised, but not a bad kind, more like surprised, but pleased with the twist, and Heather…Ooh, I could tell she was glaring daggers. "What?" I asked, snapping Mom out of it. "Oh, uh, nothing, I just thought you would want to share with Angel, I mean, you've always shared a room." Angel's eyes went wide, "Uh, mom, if she doesn't want to share with me, don't make her. She probably just wants to have the same experiences with her baby sister like she had with her big sister? Right, Dan?" Speachless, I just nodded.

I looked over to Heather and she looked as she was about to burst into tears. Dad noticed me and turned to look. There she goes again, milking the 'Daddy's Baby' bit. "What's wrong, Sweetie?" he asked her. Those phony little tears of hers began spilling out, "Daddy, I don't wanna share with Dana! I don't wanna share a room with her and her stupid DISORDERS!" That ticked me off, mostly because she knew I took it hard when I thought about my dyslexia and OCD, "Heather! You're lucky I want to share a room with you! Not that I really want to! Ya wanna know why? Because you are a spoiled rotten Princess!" I went after her, but was soon pulled back by my mom. My face was heated, and now I was on the verge of tears. My mother pulled me into a hug, and I let the tears go. "Kendall, maybe we should have Heather sleep with us tonight, until we figure out how to fix this…" My mom said. Ugh, even when I'm the one who just got dissed, mom and dad still take Heather's side. My dad nodded in response… Ugh, this was gonna be too, too, long for me.

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Logan M's POV:

It was a few hours later, and we had to be at Rocque Records. As we pulled in, so did three other cars. One fancy and yellow, James, one a green car with black racing stripes, was too awesome, and looked like it was jacked from the Green Lantern, Carlos, and one blue one, that was a pick up truck and said 'Mess With Me, I'll Mess Up Your Face', Kendall. And while they all had these big and bad cars, I was driving a red mini van, similar to the one Mama Knight used to own. We all parked next to eachother too. Mine and James's cars were on the end, Carlos was next to mine, and Kendall's next to James's. I turned off the egnition, then turned around in my seat so I was looking at the kids. "You ready, Meg?" She smiled, nodded, and gave me a thumbs up. I chuckled, then unhooked my seatbelt, getting out of the car, then going to get Ri out of her car seat. I opened the back door, and while I was unstrapping everything, I felt a light tap on my shoulder. I grabbed Ri, then turned around, propping her on my hip. "Hey man!" It was Carlos. "Hey! It's been, what, 16 years since the band broke up?" We bumped fists quickly, then I turned around and closed the car door, and saw Kim, AJ, and Meg were out of the car, and Kim was talking to one of the other wives.

"Who's this?" He asked, reffering to Ri. "Uh, this is Katarina, but we call her Ri. Uh, I have two more, Meg and AJ." Carlos nodded slowly, "Uh, yeah, I have three kids too. Blake, Carmen, and Ella. I think they're in the car fighting over something." We laughed, and it seemed like old times. "C'mon, Dad!" said a boy about 16, which I'm guessing was Carlos' son. He sighed, "I'm coming. I'm coming!" He turned to me. "See ya inside?" I nodded, and watched as he walked in.

~No POV/In Rocque Records~

It took a while, but finally everyone was in the little lounge outside of the studio. There was a chorus of 'How've you been's, 'Nice to meet you's, and 'It's been forever's, all silenced by the loud voiced man known as Gustavo Rocque. "Okay, so you all know why you're here," Gustavo started, "So, now that you've all been recruited, we have to start boot camp." Jake squinted his eyes slightly, "Are supposed to be singers or a militia?" Gustavo glared a bit, "Don't start to act like your father already." Jake rolled his eyes and folded his arms. "As I was saying, it's about time to start 'Gustavo Rocque's Most Awesomest Pop Star Boot Camp'." Meg turned to look at her father, "Seems like a pretty long title to me." Gustavo sighed, "I'll explain everything later, just go get changed." Juliet turned to her father and mouthed, 'Changed into what?'. As on cue, Gustavo pulled out four matching outfits that included plain navy blue t-shirts, and navy blue, camouflage, cargo pants. "Uh, Do you really expect us to wear that?" asked Juliet. "Yes, yes I do." Gustavo replied. The four kids groaned, each grabbing their rightful set.

Juliet and Meg just sat there, analyzing the disgusting outfits, and while they did that, Jake already had his shirt off. Kelly cleared her throat, causing Kendall to turn his head, and see his son undressing, "Jake, try a bathroom." He slipped the navy shirt over his head and pulled it down, "What? I have nothing to be embarrassed about." Kendall exhaled sharply, "Jake, just go!" Jake noticed how baggy his shirt was on him. "Fine, c'mon, Ang." Angel gave a weirded out look, "Why do you want me to go?" Jake rolled his eyes, "Cause I need you to tailor my shirt." Angel rolled her eyes and followed him to one of the bathrooms.

"Why can't you just find scissors? Why use my razor?" Angel said as they walked into the bathroom. He took the shirt off and handed it to her. "Cause that would take time..and effort..and I just don't have either today." Angel flipped the shirt inside out, then set it on a counter. She took out an insanely sharp 'cutter's razor' and set it to a sleeve. With one quick pull across it, the sleeve came off and left a tattered edge. She threw the sleeve on the floor and did the same to other sleeve. Again, it came off and left a tattered edge. "Here, put it on." Jake did as he was told, and put the shirt over his head. Angel got on her knees and grabbed the side of his shirt, taking a small sewing kit out of her jacket pocket.

"So is that what you do?" Jake asked, turning his head to face her. "You cut your arm open, then sew it closed?" Angel rolled her eyes, "Just shut up and stand still!" She picked up the razor from the floor and placed it on the side seam of his shirt. "What are you doing?" "I'm making the shirt not as loose." Jake let out a fake laugh, "Woah, Woah, Woah! I do NOT want that thing near my skin!" Angel quickly punched him in the back of the leg, "Shut up and let me do my job!" She placed it on the seam again, and this time pulling it down and tearing the side of shirt open. "OH MY GOD! I CAN'T BELIEVE I JUST DID THAT!" Jake quickly sensed something was wrong. "What? What happened? Am I bleeding? Is it getting everywhere? I'm so telling mom and dad it was your-"

"Nothing."

"What?" Jake replied confused.

"Nothing happened." Angel replied.

"Then why did you do that?"

"Because I knew it would be funny and I needed a laugh…Hahahahahaha!" Angel took a needle, threaded it, then continued to professionally re-sew Jake's t-shirt.

The four teens were lined up in the bigger recording booth of Gustavo's. "To be a great pop group you need four things." Gustavo said as he wasled down the line, "Great dancing, a great look, a great song, AND great singing. And my crew will help you with that." The teens looked at each other, sensing this wasn't going to end well.

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"First off is Dancing." While Juliet rolled her eyes, Meg pursed her lips, and Jake clenched his jaw in hopes it would be over soon, Blake just looked around dazily. Meg turned to the boy on the other side of her and smacked him in the chest, "Pay attention!" Blake groaned. "Everyone, This is Mr. X," Gustavo said gesturing to a man that was decked in gold with gray-ish hair. "Mr. X has choreographed for bands like Boy Quake, Boys in The Attic, INSYNC, Madonna, Beyoncé, Yo Gabba Gabba, and BIG TIME RUSH!" With every band Gustavo mentioned Mr. X did a move to go along with it. "Hey, our dad's were in Big Time Rush!" blake dimley pointed out. Everyone jut turned to stare at him, "What?" Gustavo cleared his throat, "Any Ways, he will be setting your choreography." Mr. X gave a smirk, "Let's start with an 'X'-amination. Crouss leg, spin, pouse." He had a hint of an unreadable accent, Jake was thinking it was hint of gay, mixed with something on the lines of Ukrainian…but he wasn't sure. They did the move, and it ended quite like when their fathers had done it: horribly. Meg had a lack of balance and whacked Blake in the face, causing him to fall before he could even finish the move,"Sorry!" Juliet tried it like a professional, and Jake just tried to make a joke out of it.

Mr. X went down the line explaining what he saw in the movements, starting with Jake. "He is great but not sedious," Juliet's turn, "She is sedious, but not great," Blake's turn as he jumped up from the ground, "He lost a pet, but is still hoping to find it." It triggered a nerve in Blake, "I will find you DJ!" Now, it was Meg's turn, "And you arre just plain awkful!" Meg bit her lip, "Yeah, I kinda saw that coming." Mr. X sighed and walked back over to Gustavo, "They arre 'X'-crutiating and can't be ready in three months…WHATSOEVER!" Gustavo rolled his eyes, "I'll 'X'-Quadruple your salary!" Mr. X narrowed his eyes, "Hmm…. 'X'Done."

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