I never have nor will I ever own Big Time Rush or any of its affiliates.

"Gustavo!" Kendall tried to play it off casually, "We were just seeing if your computer was working right." The boys started inching their way to the door, "Turns out everything is running smoothly. You're welcome." Kendall smiled.

Gustavo let out a roar of anger, "What are you doing?" he grabbed Kendall by the shoulders and shook him, "I told you Dogs never to touch my computer!" He threw the boys aside and went to his computer; he stared blankly at the screen, "This is all you did? Looked up these girls?"

Carlos looked frightened, but spoke, "How could you not sign them, Gustavo? They're hot and good."

"You dare question my judgment?" Gustavo was seething with anger, "They're amateurs!"

"But weren't we as well?" Logan said, "James was the only one of us who actually wanted this." James let out a smile while Logan continued, "But you trained us, you could train them too."

Gustavo kept shaking his head when James spoke, "Logan's right. I was the only one. But still, Gustavo, they would be a great addition for Rocque Records. A great chance to make Rocque Records bigger, to broaden your horizons."

"I said no!" Gustavo screamed, but the boys kept nagging him until he couldn't take it anymore, "OKAY, OKAY, I'll call them tomorrow! This Grace girl left a number." The boys cheered.

Grace POV

I woke up with Sarah and Zoey staring at me and Skinner; I could tell they were waiting for us to wake up. I shook the bean bag Skinner was sleeping on really hard; she screamed and fell off. Zoey let out a loud 'HA'. Skinner glared at her, but couldn't help breaking out into smile. Skinner was always the soft one, the one always in a good mood. She sat back up on her bean bag and punched me lightly on the shoulder.

Our voices started coming from my cell phone; I was getting a call. The area code showed that it was a call from Los Angeles. I picked it up and turned it on speaker, thinking it was Geoffrey Stone. "Hi." We all said in unison.

"Hello," the voice said, "is this Grace Cameron?"

"Her and Sarah, Zoey and Skinner." I said, "All of Addiction right here."

"Good," he said, "this is Gustavo Rocque—"

"Wait," Skinner interrupted, "Gustavo Rocque as in Big Time Rush."

"Yes," Gustavo sounded like his patience was being tested, "anyway—"

"Aww," Skinner interrupted again, "they're so cute!"

"Sure," Gustavo growled, "they said the same about you girls." All of us squealed, we weren't obsessive fan girls, we just liked their music and thought they were hot, "Anyway, I was wondering if I could take back that no and turn it into a yes."

We all looked at each other, Sarah spoke up, "Sorry, Mr. Rocque, but since you said no, we took Geoffrey Stone's offer."

"But we'll be coming into L.A. on Tuesday. We'll be at the Palmwoods probably by 4PM then, so if you want to see us, stop by." Zoey said.

Gustavo sounded strained when he said, "Okay, girls, bye."

TrAnSiTiOn…

The boys were anxiously awaiting the outcome of Gustavo's phone call with the girls of Addiction. They were standing outside his office, hoping that the girls took the deal. They heard a roar of frustration come from Gustavo's office. They walked in extremely slowly, one by one. Gustavo looked really angry.

"So," Carlos began in a cheery tone, "how'd it go?"

"They—already—accepted—Geoffrey—Stone's—offer!"

"Who's Geoffrey Stone?" Kendall and James asked at the same time.

"Don't say his name!" Gustavo yelled, "He's my worst enemy. His company is down the street from the Palmwoods." Gustavo looked at all the boys, "The girls are coming in on Tuesday, and they're staying in the Palmwoods. You four will befriend the girls and convince them to come to Rocque Records."

Carlos looked excited, "So, this is, like, a spy mission?" he looked at the other boys; they all grinned at each other.

"Exactly."

Zoey POV

"Okay, from the top." I told everyone. We started playing Hurricane Streets. Sarah was singing and sounded exactly like Cassadee Pope. I noticed something, "Fuck, stop." I called.

Sarah stopped singing and playing her guitar after the chorus, Grace stopped playing her Fender too. It took awhile to get Skinner to stop drumming, but she did eventually. "Damn it, what's the problem, ZZ?" Skinner asked me, "I thought we sounded good."

"Yeah, we did." I unplugged my bass from the amp and walked over to a drawer, "But if we want to be amazing, we have to record it and see what to correct." I pulled out a camcorder and pressed record, "Begin."

Skinner tapped her purple duct taped sticks to set the beat.

I do not own Hey Monday, and once again, the song is Hurricane Streets by Hey Monday. Please review, they keep me going.