Hey y'all! This chapter is dedicated to MariaGarcia (Guest) for the request. This chapter is about the No H8 organization and their campaigns, which I had to search up to get an idea of. Now that I know what I'm working with, on to the chapter. Enjoy!

It was simple, really. It should've been. He had performed, singing, dancing, sweaty in front of thousands of people before, with all the bright lights and screaming. That had to be more difficult than this. This was just a speech to be recorded, posted to the Web, and seen by maybe the whole world.

This was not as simple as he thought.

Of course, they had each done interviews alone before, or just with two of them. But if he had to do this alone, why couldn't he switch with Kendall? Kendall was the leader after all, the master of pep talks. He knew what he was doing,

Logan didn't.

So why exactly had they chosen him? There was no good reason. Not that he was upset about doing this campaign interview. No H8 was an important, empowering organization. It was an honor to be chosen.

Which, Logan recalled, was exactly why he was panicking. And he was panicking a lot. He was biting his lip, pacing, trying to think, but nothing was working. He didn't know what to say. He didn't tell know what to do. What if he embarrassed himself? Not only would that make him out to be a fool, stupid and incompetent, but it would demolish the reputation of No H8, and the band, and everyone. All because Logan couldn't function properly during the interview.

What if he didn't have anything good and substantial to say? What if his stupid stutter came out, the one that made him trip over his own name? What if he wasn't making enough eye contact, and where was he even supposed to look? It was more natural to look at a living, breathing person when you were having a conversation, but this time there was a camera in his face. He would probably need to look at the camera.

This wouldn't be a problem, he wouldn't have any problems if he could just have someone else with him or someone else would do it. This was how he ended up simultaneously panicking and begging Kendall to do it for him instead.

Kendall, as the master of pep talks, was already taking control of the situation. He gripped Logan's shoulders and started talking before this could get any worse. "Logan, this opportunity only comes once in a lifetime."

Yeah, sure, maybe he was using recycled bits, but he needed to start somewhere.

"You're the perfect person for this, do you know why?"

Because Logan was the one who was bullied. By Kendall, by anyone. By everyone.

"You're the perfect person for this because you understand."

Logan rolled his eyes. "That's just another way of say—"

"Shut up and let me finish, please?"

Logan nodded.

"Great, thank you. I mean that you do understand. You're not going to tell all those people some canned bullshit lie, you're going to be honest. And that's what they want. They want your honesty."

"But what if—"

"Logan, you're not even stressing yourself out for a good reason. You are freaking out over things that haven't happened and they might not happen at all. But do you know what is going to happen?"

Logan was silent. He wasn't going to say that he would embarrass himself, even though that's what he was thinking.

"You are going to do great, and everyone is going to love it, and we're all going to be so proud of you. We already are."

Now, Logan was blushing a violent shade of red. He needed to get that under control before he did the interview.

The producer was running around frantically, arms flailing, speaking into the headset manically. When she spotted Logan, his eyes widened. Kendall pushed him towards her, cringing when Logan almost knocked into the sound system.

"Now go…big time!"

The sound system and Logan remained unharmed. Kendall sighed.

And before Logan knew what was happening, he was right where he knew he would end up, with a camera in his face, and bright set lights blurring his vision.

He was here, doing this.

The interviewer introduced him, he forgot her name as soon as it slipped from her lips. Then he had to introduce himself.

"Hey," he started off. "I'm Logan Mitchell from Big Time Rush."

No stutter, nothing. This was going well. He was doing well.

—

Logan didn't remember what he actually said during the interview. He knew he didn't ramble, and he tried his best to say what mattered.

He wanted this to matter to people, he didn't want to be just another washed up celebrity face, no substance. He wanted them to know that they weren't alone.

Logan thought back to all the bullies he had throughout the years. Back in Texas, there were a few, but he couldn't remember their names. They weren't the worst ones. And then in Minnesota, it was Kendall, Carlos and James. The guys on the wrestling team. Sometimes kids from hockey. Here in LA, he had that NCSI guy.

But he was getting through it. He knew, for once, that he wasn't alone. That was his message. It hurts, but you aren't alone. Bullying hurts a lot, and it hurts badly, but you aren't alone.

Logan wasn't alone.

And even if they were, Logan hoped that this interview showed all his fans, and anyone who needed it, that he was there for them.

Another completed chapter! MariaGarcia, hope you enjoyed this especially. I felt like I needed to get this up on Martin Luther King Jr. Day just to call attention to his unforgettable impact on the world, how he fought so humanity could be equal. He was a true hero.

Have a lovely day everyone!