Here is the very first chapter. Hope you liked that prologue.

Disclaimer- Same as what I wrote before.

Also, Amanda (Serendipity545) wrote this chapter. I'm posting her writing here because I can't make it any better. She's amazing!

What is more annoying than a thirteen year old who won't shut up? Having the thirteen year old as a sister.

"Can you believe it, Lauren?" Claire rambled as we made our way across the parking lot, "We're only thirteen, well, I am, you're fourteen, but you know that, and we're going to a signing. A signing. We have got to be the luckiest sisters in the world right now!" I didn't bother to shut her up, because not only is it impossible to when she's like this, but I saw a flash of blond hair by the entrance way.

"Delaney!" I called out, waving my arms, trying to get her attention. The shouting must have worked, so she turned around and started running towards us.

"And I really hope that-whoa," Claire said after she finally realized that I wasn't listening anymore, because I was too busy hugging my best friend, "Fourteen looks good on you Delaney." she added with a smile before joining in on the hug.

We caught up on how Delaney was doing because a week is a long time for us. We strolled in through the front doors together, and checked in at the security point.

"3 Girlz and a Beat, we've got a meeting for Mr. Jameson." I told the guard hurriedly as I realized that we might be late.

"Oh, I know who you girls are, don't you worry," the sweet security lady said, "Just go on up, third floor, second door on the right."

It turned out that we didn't need to worry about getting lost, as we bumped into our manager in the elevator.

"Hey Mr. Jameson," Delaney greeted him as we all crowded into the tiny elevator.

"Hello girls, I hope you're ready for the plans we're laying out today," he told us cheerfully (and too perky for my taste), "I'm sure you'll love it.

Claire was humming with excitement next to me as Delaney continued chatting with him. I tuned everyone out, trying to focus on being professional. From what I gleaned, Hot Tunes thinks that 3 Girlz might be their new top ticket. Was it possible they were calling us in to set up a tour?

The elevator dinged, and we soon arrived at the meeting room, and we each grabbed an empty chair. I kicked my feet up on the tabletop, trying to get comfortable, when Jameson slapped my feet off.

"Lauren, I thought you would at least dress nice for this meeting," he frowned down at me, the disapproval evident in his voice.

I looked down at my t-shirt. What was wrong with it? Sure my black Trapt concert tee was a bit old, but I ironed it. Blue jeans and converse might not be the best business attire, but there weren't any rips in the jeans, and the converse wasn't drawn all over like some of them were. The only thing Jameson could really object to would be my kickass jacket. It was leather and this creepy skull on the back. I was going to take it off and hide it under the table once the people showed up, but now I'm going to keep it on to get a rise out of Jameson. Like he tells me what to wear.

"Why?" asked Delaney while I spun around angrily in the swivel chair. However, before I could answer her the door opened and three tall figures stood in it.

"Sorry we're late Mr. Jameson." the one in the left apologized as they filed in.

I planted me feet on the ground, stopping my whirlwind ride abruptly. I know the voice too well. Also, Claire was bouncing in her chair trying to suppress a squeal, for extra conformation. It was them dammit.

Stupid Connect 3.

Damn, I guess we aren't getting our own tour after all.

"Oh my god," I groaned quietly to my girls as we huddled together.

"I can't believe we're going on tour with CONNECT THREE!" squealed Delaney.

"Ugh, not you too!" I complained.

"Sorry Lauren, You're sister converted me awhile back." she half-apologized sheepishly.

I looked at the boys over my shoulder. Shane actually appeared happy to be here as he sat down. Jason was just staring off into space with a vacant grin on his face. The worst of the bunch, Nate Gray was staring out the windows looking bored and smug. He didn't seem to like being here anymore than I do.

Damn, I guess we aren't getting our own tour after all.

"Okay boys, sit down and we'll get right back to business," said Mr. Jameson, "Alright where were we?" he asked.

"I think Lauren was just about to justify her style choices. Isn't that right, Lauren?" asked Claire wickedly.

"I hate you." I retorted half heartedly, sinking lower in my seat while smacking my gum.

"Love ya too, sis." she said. I just rolled my eyes.

"Alright girls let's get down to business. You all will be going on tour in 2 weeks…." I drowned most of it out, wallowing in disappointment of having to do a joint tour, until one phrase caught my attention, "…you all will be sharing a tour bus and-"

"WHAT!?" exclaimed Claire and I together.

"YAY!" she squealed.

I groaned in frustration, "Why the hell are we sharing a bus? Six people plus the drivers is way too crowded!"

"Why so you make us share a bus with these spoiled bratty blondes?!" complained Nate.

"Yeah, listen to Nate," I cannot believe that just came out of my mouth. "I don't want to share a bus with them. There isn't enough room for his big ego!" I whined.

"Hey! I don't have a big ego!" Nate snapped back at me.

"Oh, stop denying it. You know it's true." I told him, arching my eyebrow.

Nate opened his mouth too say something back, but Mr. Jameson cut him off , "Lauren, Nate, just stop. You'll be sharing a bus no matter what you say or do, because, as I said ten minutes ago, it's good for the tour's image of you all getting along. Now, the decision is final. This meeting is officially over and rehearsals start next week, eight sharp."

"So, can we go now?" I asked snottily.

"Yes, Lauren, you can go," Jameson tiredly told me.

"Yes! Come on girls, I'm being suffocated because someone's big ego is taking up all the oxygen." I scooted my chair back and dropped my feet from the table. I grabbed Claire and Delaney before they could protest.

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When we got back to my house, I went straight up to my room and shut the door. I grabbed my headphones and guitar and started a jam session that I usually do whenever I get mad. Jam sessions generally consist of me nodding along to a Paramore song and it results with me writing a new song.

After several songs and hours later, I had a new song sketched out. My back and fingers were aching, and my headphones might have caused permanent hearing damage, but it was done. I was about to congratulate myself when I heard a knock on my door. I opened it and let in Delaney.

"Lauren, what was up with you today? You don't usually act like this." she asked concernedly.

"Hello to you too." I rolled my eyes and patted the bed, motioning for her to sit down.

"No time for that. Just answer my question." She pointedly asked, flopping down all over my bedspread.

I rubbed my neck, trying to work out the kinks, "You know how much I hate them. Especially Nate."

She sighed and shook her head. "Anyways, I heard your 'jam session'." she put air quotes around the word, because she thinks it's the most hilarious thing in the world, "How's the song?"

"Awesome," I grinned at her, "Go get Claire. I want both of you to hear it."

Instead of getting off my bed and finding Claire, Delaney just whipped out her phone and texted her. Claire bounded up the stairs, and grabbed a pillow from the bed before lying down on the floor.

As they stared at me expectantly, I huddled over my guitar, finding the beat again.

"Hey now. Get this party started 'cause we're coming to your town…."