Katie sighed. "The thing is", she said. "Only James can see his studio." "Hey!" Carlos cried. "Why can't we?"

"Privileged information" Katie said. She seized James by the arm, and dragged him off.

"Where are we going?" said James, curious. He was still in shock. He would have his own modeling job! "Oh, just somewhere perfect I found" was all Katie said. "Now" said Katie. "You have to triple swear not to tell any of the boys. Kendall and Logan will rat on you because…um…the way I'm getting your modeling studio isn't exactly legal. And Carlos would spill the beans, mom will blow her cover, she'll tell Mr. Bitters, Gustavo will find out, he'll scream for an hour straight, causing an earthquake, and when he finally recovers, you'll be booted out of your singing career, and you'll go back to being a nothing."

"STOP!" James yelled. "THIS IS TORTURE! I WILL NEVER TELL! EVER!"

Katie, satisfied, crossed the road, and kept on walking. Half an hour later James moaned, "Is this place even in California?" "Relax, it's only been three miles. We're almost there!" Katie tried to assure him.

Katie jumped off the sidewalk onto the lawn of a house, and yelled "Ta da!" James, grinning, looked up at the house. His smile melted right off his face. Because the house was a mess. Because it was painted grey, but the paint was chipping off. The windows were cracked, there were clumps of moss hanging from the windows, and the air was filled with the smell of mold.

"THIS MOLDY CRUMBLING CRAZY HOUSE OF DOOM IS SUPPOSED TO BE MY MODELING STUDIO?" James shouted, enraged, then he quickly composed himself. He didn't want his voice to get hoarse.

"No, I'll fix it up!" Katie assured him. "How the lucky comb will you do that?" James snorted. Katie just grinned, and said, "Go home. I'll have it fixed up. Come back tonight, and it will be all ready. I'll meet you outside the Palm Woods at twelve midnight."

"Gee, thanks for making me walk three miles", said James. "Well…I just wanted you to know all the details involved", said Katie. James had to ask a crossing guard the way back to the Palm Woods. When he finally arrived, James collapsed into a pool chair, and lay there for a moment, thinking.

Katie got me a modeling job. That's a good thing, right? And besides, what can a ten year old do that's against the law? And even if it is against the law, Katie will find a way out of it. She always does.

James got up, and took the elevator to Kendall's room. James had just enough time to open the door, and register Mrs. Schmidt's worried face, before she was yelling, "What has gotten into you? Where have you been? Where's Katie?"

"Katie's…um, playing with Tyler", said James, stepping past Mrs. Schmidt, and inside. Kendall was eating a sandwich, Carlos was watching Iron Man with growing excitement, and Logan was curled up, reading.

"You see", said James. "I was…uh, just taking Katie on a walk." Mrs. Schmidt frowned. "Well, I expect her to be back soon, James, because I really don't think Tyler can supervise Katie."

James plopped down on the couch, and slipped on his lucky bandanna. He picked up Logan's book. "Hey!" said Logan. "H.G. Wells" said James, reading the cover. "How can you read, this, it's like hundreds of pages long!" "I like books" said Logan, snatching his book back.

When it was bedtime, James told Mrs. Schmidt that Katie was sleeping over at Tyler's house. "Do you really think we should just let her sleep in Tyler's house, without all us to comfort her if she gets scared?" Mrs. Schmidt inquired.

"Oh, she won't get scared", said James in an offhand voice. He went into Kendall's room, and lied in his bed. All the boys had beds set up in there. Logan was asleep in ten minutes, Kendall was asleep in fifteen, and Carlos fell asleep in a couple hours. James kept checking his watch. He never actually wore it, because Kendall wore a watch, and did not look cool.

James kept pinching himself, and giving himself warnings not to drift off. Eventually, he had to end up holding his eyelids open. Finally his watch said 12:00, and James snuck downstairs. Katie had once taught him a way to sneak down the stairs without making a lot of noise. Once James reached the ground, he stepped as lightly as he could into the kitchen, and then bumped into someone.

There was silence, and then he heard Logan yelling "Help! 911! 911! I'm getting kidnap…" But James had the sense to hiss "Shush, it's me, James!" Logan switched on the light, and stared at James suspiciously. "What're you doing up, I was just getting some water!"

"Um…well… you see… that is, I… just, well, um…" James said. Logan raised his eyebrows, and said "Katie told you to meet her, because she's waiting outside. I don't think she knows I know she's here." "Right" said James, embaressed.

He snuck outside, in front of the pool, and saw Katie sitting on a chair. "Oh, hi" said Katie. "Come on, let's scram, before we get caught"

"So" said James, as they walked. "You made the dump into a suitable place for modeling? Because honestly, that thing looks like Carlos's future home." "Relax" said Katie. "I got it all worked out. But how I did it? Well… the only reason I picked the house is because it's really big. The people that lived in the house…well, I arranged for their car to, ah…get crushed. That drove them out of the house. I called some expert builders, painters, everyone was there. I just bribed them with a couple hundred bucks, and they got to work on the house."

James didn't ask how Katie had a couple hundred bucks with her.

"Anyway" Katie continued, "I learned the hard way that no-one less than experts should be repairing the real damage."

"What do you mean?" James inquired.

"All I'm saying is those bathrooms were a mess", Katie said, scrunching up her nose at the memory. "Never mind, I didn't ask that" James said.

"Anyway" said Katie. "It took a lot of work to get the building just right. I had to clean up all the broken glass, and repaint the walls, and pick the weeds off the lawn."

When they reached Murchinson Street, Katie was nearly quivering with excitement. "Okay…any second…here it is!" said Katie.

James expected an awesome modeling studio, but he was completely wrong. His mouth fell open, but he was incapable of speech.