Author's Note: Since the introduction was a little short, here's chapter one. Reviews and criticism are love! Enjoy, and happy reading!

Disclaimer: I do not own Big Time Rush. Anything Big Time Rush related belongs to Nickelodean. "Baby Girl" belongs to Sugarland. I only own Megan, Chase, and Cat.

I pulled back to the curtain of the stage.

On Friday nights, The Red Balloon Cafe was always packed, but I felt it was going to be different.

My eyes darted to a woman and a man (a large man), sitting in the front row.

The man looked bored, while the woman was trying to talk him.

I closed the curtain.

"Are you ready, sis?" a voice asked.

I turned around to see Chase standing behind me.

As I said before, Chase was a excellent song-writter.

He was also my guitartist when I did gigs at The Red Balloon Cafe.

I nodded.

"Yeah."

I looked at him.

"Are you ready?" I asked.

Chase grinned.

"Born ready." Chase told me.

I laughed, and Chase did too.

I stopped, and I looked at him.

"Come on, it's show-time."

When we appeared from behind the curtain, people cheered.

I smiled at the crowd as Chase got settled on the stool.

"Tonight, I am going to sing "Baby Girl' by Sugarland."

I signaled Chase to start his guitar, and I began to sing.

"They say in this town

The stars stay up all night

Don't know can't see them

For the glow of the neon lights..."

When I was done, the crowd cheered.

I looked at the woman and the man in the front again.

The man said something to the woman, and she nodded.

They got up, and left their seats.

I looked back at the crowd.

"Thanks for coming out, everyone!"

Chase and I disappeared behind the curtain.

When we were alone, I smiled at him.

"You were awesome, Chase!" I explained.

Chase smiled back at me.

"So were you."

"That was pretty good, considering I don't like country music."

We turned around to see the woman and the man that were sitting in the front row behind us.

I smiled at the man.

"Thank you."

The woman nodded.

"You might as well take it as a compliment."

The woman looked at me.

"My name is Kelly Wainwright. This is-" Kelly started to say, but the man cut her off.

"You don't have to introduce me! I am Gustavo Rocque." the man, now known as Gustavo, replied.

I slightly cringed:

He was certainly loud.

I looked at him.

"Why are you here?" I asked.

I knew all about Gustavo Rocque (owner of Rocque Records).

He also wrote many hits, songs about girls.

His latest project was a boy band called Big Time Rush.

Gustavo looked at me.

"My boss wants me to look for a solo artist. Preferably, a girl, so they can relate to the fans who are girls." Gustavo told me.

I nodded.

"And that's me, right?" I asked.

Kelly nodded.

"Right. Gustavo and I talked it over, and you'd be perfect: you have a whole-some look. You look relatable."

"And more importantly, you can sing. I can't tell you how many times I sat there, and listened to such garbarge." Gustavo said.

Kelly looked at him.

"Be nice! They weren't bad." Kelly responded.

Gustavo looked at her.

"One sounded like a dying moose!"

Despite it being mean, I giggled.

Chase looked at them.

"I understand that Megan is the one you're looking for, but..." Chase trailed off.

Kelly looked at him.

"Don't worry: we were going to talk to your parents about this." Kelly told him.

My excitment withered when she said "parents".

My parents supported our dreams-mine and Chase's-but, there was no way they'd allow me to go with Kelly and Gustavo.

They (especially Mom) thought I was too young to go out and take on my dreams.

"Mind if I talk to them first?" I asked.

Kelly nodded.

"Of course."

I walked out of back-stage, Chase, Kelly, and Gustavo following behind me.

Mom and Dad were putting away stuff and cleaning up when I walked up to them.

Mom was the first one to notice me.

"Good job singing tonight, honey! The crowd really liked you." Mom explained.

I smiled at her.

"Thanks."

My mom nodded.

"You're welcome, honey."

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Chase, Gustavo, and Kelly walking up to Mom, Dad, and I.

"Actually, Mom, Dad. I have two people I'd like you to meet."

I stepped aside so Gustavo and Kelly could be seen.

Kelly looked at my parents.

"Hi. My name is Kelly Wainswright, and this is-" Kelly started to say, but Gustavo cut her off again.

"What did I say about introducing me? You don't have too: I can speak for myself." Gustavo replied.

Kelly bit her lower lip, but didn't say anything.

Gustavo turned to my parents.

"My name is Gustavo Rocque. Today, and yesturday, I have been searching for my next project: a solo artist. After tonight, I think your daughter might be the one I've been looking for." Gustavo explained.

My parents looked at each other.

"That's nice, but I don't think Megan is ready yet." my mom said.

"Why not?" Gustavo asked.

I had the same reaction:

But, I knew this would happen.

My mom looked at Gustavo, startled.

"I think Megan is too young. She's sixteen, you know." my mom informed him.

"So is Justin Bieber, but-" Gustavo started to say, but Kelly glanced at him.

"Look, I understand that you think Megan is too young to go to Los Angeles. If it'd make you feel any better, you can join us when we jet out to Los Angeles tomorrow." Kelly explained.

Even if I do love my parents, I did not want them being with me in Los Angeles.

My mom shook her head.

"No. We can't hold Megan back from her dreams. But, I want Chase to go with her so she still has some supervision."

Beside me, Chase grins.

"Really? Sweet!"

I smiled.

"If Chase keeps an eye on me, then I can go to Los Angeles with Gustavo and Kelly?" I asked.

Mom nodded.

"Yes."

I ran up to her, and I gave her a hug.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" I stated.

Around me, everyone laughed, including Gustavo.