Ch3: Rocque Records
I was in my limo on the way to my Uncle Gustavo's recording studio. So let's see here... I've met five people at the Palm Woods. There was the crazed fan girl, her name was Camille? Ya that's right! Then there were the three Jenifers, who don't get exited about anyone. According to the dirty blonde haired, fuzzy eye-browed, sea green eyed guy who by the way is totally H-O-T! HOT! Oh my gosh! I never got his name! That's going to kill me inside!
"We're at Rocque Records Miss Star." Said my limo driver, Dave, while holding the door open for me.
"Oh... Thanks. I'll call you when I need to go back to the Palm Woods." I replied while getting out of the limo.
"Yes Ma'am"
I walked inside through the front doors and saw a tall man with gray hair and some what bald on the front part of his head. He was wearing a business suit. He turned to me and smiled.
"I love warm pants! Don't you?" He turned to the big guy behind him on his right and said "Get her some warm pants." My eyes went wide.
"Uh... You don't have to. I'm fine in my dress." I said with a hint of alarm in my voice.
"Ok suit yourself." Said the gray haired guy.
After a few minutes of wondering around clueless on where I was going. I ran into this boy... literally!
"Hay! Watch it!" He said turning around ready to punch me. He DID hit me! On the shoulder. It hurt but I felt worse. Hence in reaction a took his arm twisted it around. So it now was behind his back and in between his shoulder blades.
"Ow! Ow! Ow! Uncle! Uncle! UNCLE! OW! MERCY!" He yelled while I was still holding his arm there. Finally, I let go after remembering that uncle and mercy mean 'I surrender' or 'I give'.
"Oh! Sorry reflexes." I said and chuckled slightly and gave a half smile. He turned around. Oh man! He's like MODLE HOT! GET HIS NAME!
"It's ok. Man, your really strong... for a girl."
"Thanks?" Was that a complement? "So, umm... I'm Jordon Star, actress, model, Martial Arts Champion fighter, and soon to be singer. In fact I'm meeting up with my Unc... Record producer today."
"I'm Diamond, James Diamond." He said smoothly. "I'm in a band." I chuckled lightly.
"Oh and that's suppose to impress me! Pah-leez! I had so much more of an introduction. THAT'S what REALLY impresses people." I said with pride and a splash of attitude.
"Self-absorbed much?" Asked James
"Yes. Yes you are." I said then promptly turned and walked off.
XXX
After a while I some how found my way to the kitchen. Yet again there was a cute boy! This is my lucky day!
"Hi!" I said being as friendly as possible. He turned around.
"Hi! Who are you?" He said excitedly. As if... Nah! Never mind...
"Jordon Star, actress, model..." I said before he cut me off.
"And Martial Arts Championship fighter!" He said
"Plus I'm soon to be a singer."
"That's so cool I'm in a band, Big Time rush!" He replied
"That's cool," who's Big Time Rush? "Hay do you know where Gustavo Rocque's office is?"
"Yeah! I was suppose to go that way to meet up with the rest of Big Time Rush. Who are my bestest friends in the world! So follow me!"
"Cool." I said while I thought I might scream 'WHO IS BIG TIME RUSH!' But I didn't thinking I'll find out eventually.
XXX
"Yes. Ok Griffin. She should be here any second now." I heard my uncle say as I turned the corner with the boy, whom I know now as Carlos.
"Hay guys!" He said running over to James, Mr. Eyebrows, and a pale skinned guy I didn't meet yet.
"Why were you hanging out with HER?" I heard James whisper to Carlos.
"Griffin, Kelly, and dogs this is my niece Jordon Star. She is going to be the new Rocque Records Solo Artist." Uncle G said.
"Nice to know your name." Said the gray haired guy from earlier. As the boys, except the pale one, said "We've met."
James said it quite harshly, Carlos said it in a distant dream way, and Eyebrows said it casually.
"Ok so let me get this straight. Your Griffin." I said pointing to the gray haired man. He simply nodded and walked off. "You Kelly." I continued pointing to the woman next to my uncle.
"Yes, I'm you uncles assistant."
"Ok and what's your name and your name?" I said pointing to the pale guy and Mr. Eyebrows.
"Oh! Right I got your name earlier but you didn't get mine. Sorry! I'm Kendall." Said none other than Mr. Eyebrows. As I thought 'good to know' smiling to myself.
"I'm Logan Mitchell." Said the pale guy as he bent down and kissed my hand. It made me blush.
"Such class!" I admired. "I'm impressed. Probably because I'm SO NOT classy!"
"Why?" He asked
"Because one of my careers include kicking people in the face." I said casually. All of them took two steps back and said "wow" nervously in unison.
"You know..." I said looking as if I were thinking "taking a few steps back only gives me more room to kick you" they all drew in a deep breath, wide-eyed. "If I ever needed to." They all sighed in relief.
"So Jordon. Maybe we should see how well you can sing." Said Uncle G.
"Yeah! I bet your. AMAZING!" Said Carlos. Then James hit him in the shoulder. "Ow! What was that for!" James just gave him a look that read 'Dude, stop being nice to HER!'.
"Thanks Carlos! Sure Uncle G that would be great!" So we all crammed into the recording studio and I went into the booth. "I already recorded music for a song on my laptop." I said plugging my mp3 into the speakers that were in there.
I felt this time that we had something
You rolled your eyes like it was nothing new
You only think about you
Put your shades on not to show it
Don't pretend that you don't know its true
You only think about If you look good and boy you should
Welcome to Hollywood
Boy, ya better live it up before it brings you down
Welcome to Hollywood
Just got a grip on how to get around
I'm so glad I got to know you
Now I know what I'm suppose do
You only think about you
The friendly faces I've been seein'
Now I know they're far from being true
You only think about you If you look good I guess I should
Welcome to Hollywood
Boy, ya better live it up before it brings you down
Welcome to Hollywood
Just got a grip on how to get around
In your favorite tinsel town
The boulevards, The neon lights
I've been in love since the first sight
I wouldn't change it if I could
Welcome to Hollywood
Welcome to Hollywood
Boy, ya better live it up before it brings you down
Welcome to Hollywood
Just got a grip on how to get around
Welcome to Hollywood
Just got a grip on how to get around
Dog eat dog is to be seen in the tabloid magazine
Seventeen
A billionaire daddy's money,
Do you care?
Welcome to Hollywood
3RD PERSON POV
Jordon looked up through the window and saw everybody awestruck with what passion she has in her singing.
"Wow! She sings sort of like James. With passion I mean." Said Carlos
"Does not!" Shouted James.
"Ya-huh!"
"Nuh-uh!"
"Umm... what are they saying?" Asked Jordon still in the booth not hearing anything.
"Oh. They were saying..." Gustavo said in to the intercom before he got cut off.
"Nothing that considers you!" Said James into the intercom before stilling out of the room.
"Why is he so upset with you?" Asked Logan when Jordon rejoined them in the control room.
"Maybe its because I accidentally bumped into him earlier..."
"James doesn't get upset that easily." Kendall commented.
"OR it because I put him in a lock hold with his arm twisted behind his back in-between his shoulder blades because he punched me." Jordon said getting quieter with every word because the three boy looked at her in astonishment that a GIRL put JAMES in lock hold.
"Well there's three things I know about James. One he LOVES his hair, two he is very passionate, and three he's bad at holding grudges. So this will all blow over soon." Kendall said.
TO BE CONTINUED...
A/N: Jordon called Kendall 'Mr. Eyebrows' because I'm in love with his eyebrows! I mean who isn't! And I had to make someone upset that Jordon is here. Umm as you can tell Carlos is 'In Love' with her. OH! And I wrote this entire chapter on my Kendall Fire notepad thing then sent it to my email then copy and pasted it to my Microsoft Word Processor then edited then posted it on FanFiction. YOUR WELCOME!