FYI: my friend wrote this chapter. i edited only the tiny stuff, like keeping it in past-tense, and minor wording. enjoy!

POV: Logan Mitchell

"Hmm… Kendall's been gone a while," James announces, flipping his bangs.

Carlos gives him his famous congrats-genius-you've-figured-it-out stare.

I just roll my eyes and stand up. "Well, I'm going to Rocque Records. Apparently I need to work on my dancing." I turn and walk away from them.

"You've been going there at least three times a week. What's really up?" James asks. "Are you really going to meet a girl?" He laughs and smiles evilly.

I smirk. "Actually, the dance instructor is a girl." I folded my arms, waiting for his response.

"How old?" he sits up with interest.

"15."

He raises an eyebrow. "No way. Hair color, height?"

"She's a red-head and about 5' 6". Care to ask any more questions?"

He waved his hand, allowing me to leave.

Once I took a cab and walked through the dance studio doors, there she is, arms folded.

She's wearing her blue tank-top, her jean shorts and black Chuck Taylors. She looked amazingly pretty, even though I knew she was pissed off about my being late, again.

"Logan, you're late. If you want to dance better, you need to be on time." Her stern expression softened into a calm smile. "Alright. Let's work on-"

Suddenly, I can't hear her voice. I mean, I crush on girls all the time. If I ask her out, it could ruin things. Besides, with my luck, she'll figure out I'm a total nerd and go running.

"Logan! Focus!" She snapped her fingers in front of my face.

I shook my head. "What?" Sorry, Dest, I didn't mean to."

Her arms were folded again and she tapped her foot. Uh oh, that usually means…

"Logan! You never pay attention! That's it, I'm going to tell Gustavo that you can't dance and nothing will be able to change the fact." She starts for the door.

What do I do? If she leaves, I can't ask her out. If she ends up teaching the other guys, James will surely go after her.

I run in front of the door. "Please, give me a chance." I gave her the puppy-dog face.

"I don't know. Me, teaching someone with two left feet…" She stared off into the distance.

"If you were as good of a dancer as you imply, maybe we should go out sometime."

She looks back at me, confused. "Dancing has nothing to do with me and you going out."

"So, is that a no?"

"I never said that."

"Is that a yes?"

"Possibly."

"Destinee Knight, tell me please."

She rolled her eyes at me. "Alright, fine. But you'd better tell Gustavo that I taught you some new dance moves."

"Deal."

Yes! I've got a date! I clear my throat. "Um… how about a walk along that beach 20 minutes from here?" I offered.

"Sounds fantastic."

"Tomorrow around on o'clock?"

"Wouldn't miss it for the world. I've really gotta leave, Gustavo says the girls and I might be able to be a band! See ya." Her lips gently touch my cheek before I moved out of the way.

She smiled as she left. This must be the first time she's gone easy on me with my awful dancing.

I now have two things on my mind, my first date on Hollywood, and the fact that she kissed me.

Best dance rehearsal ever! I lay my head on the door and sighed.

She's pretty, smart and nice. Maybe she's from North Carolina.

Hmm… so many questions…

POV: Denstinee Knight

I glide into the recording studio. Everyone is there.

Stacie Greene, my cousin and best friend, gives me her I-know-what-you're-thinking-about look. "Dest, were you just in the dance studio with Logan?"

"Yeah, it's not like I'm not supposed to be there."

"I know you've been crushing on him."

"Shut up!" I smirk.

"QUIET!"

"I… I think I've lost my hearing," I mumbled, shoving my hands into my pockets.

Gustavo was the person capable of yelling so loud. I think the floor moved under my feet.

He stood in front of all of us. "Girls, we've come up with your name, look, and song." He handed us some papers.

I glanced at the name.

"You want us to be called the 'Rocquer Girls'?" Jess Warren raised an eyebrow.

"Silver doesn't rhyme with anything." I pointed at the song.

"WHO CARES?!" Gustavo's face began to run bright red. It was as if he was a balloon ready to explode.

"I care." I began testing his tolerance. It didn't take long for him to hate me.

"You!" He pointed to me. "You remind me of Kendall Knight."

"Oh, really. Maybe we should get the chance to meet the rest of Big Time Rush, then." I flash an evil smile.

Kelly steps into the conversation. "You know Griffin doesn't want that. You need to wait until he approves of this new band."

"Screw Griffin! I wanna meet them!"

"We don't talk like that," Gustavo began talking down to me.

"WHO CARES?!" I imitated his yelling from before.

"I can't deal with her!" He held on tightly to his hat while walking away.

I guess you'd consider me the leader. When you say or do something I don't like, you get what's coming to you.

Stacie's like my hilarious and somewhat stupid sidekick. I realize that makes me sound like the hero, but I'm not.

I guess you'd consider me cocky, yet pleasant to be around.

Veronica says I'm like a puppy. Give me what I want, I'll be happy. Ignore me, and you'll regret it.

That's somewhat true, but not completely. Like a puppy, I hate being left along. Silence kills me.

"Guess we won't get to meet the other guys, huh?" Stacie sighed.

"Yes, yes we will."

"How?"

"Simple, we wait!" I walk away.

They only have to wait until I come up with a plan.

Big Time Rush, you're gonna meet the Rocquer Girls very soon.

Ugh! Why'd that have to be our band's name? That's the next thing I'm gonna work on.