Author's Note:

Okay, so I was rereading the four chapter I published and I found a LOT of mistakes. I am so sorry! I typed majority of those four chapters on my iPod, so I was actually kind of impressed, but still angry about it. I wish it was easy to go back and change mistakes. :\

Anyway, now I'm on my computer so there should be less mistakes! Woo-hoo!

ON WITH THE STORY!

Disclaimer: I still do not own Big Time Rush, but since they are not even mentioned in this chapter, I will shorten it to "I do not own the Palm Woods or Mr. Bitters." (I know, I sad BTR didn't end up in this chapter, too.)

Charlotte's POV

After a little fine tuning my song, I decided it was time for lunch. Too lazy to make my own, I checked my wallet to see if I had enough money to go out to my favorite café.

Crap. I only had five dollars. I guess I'll just have to use my credit card. Okay, so it's not technically mine, it's my parents. I only use it for important things when I run out of money.

I bet you're wondering where my parents have been this whole time. My parents are back up in Northern California. My dad owns a successful winery so they didn't really want to move, but they wanted me to go fulfill my dream. In fact, I think they wanted me to become a professional songwriter more than I did. So they shipped me off to Hollywood on my own. I have a legal guardian, and, believe it or not, it's Bitters. It's not like he's a second dad or anything, but basically he legally guards some of the guests at the Palm Woods who are under 18 and without a parent. All he really does is sign papers. It's weird, but hey, it means I get to live in Hollywood all by myself. I mean, I visit my parents once a month or sometimes they visit me down here, it's not like I never see them.

Anyway, my parents pay the apartment rent and also send me about $300 dollars each month on top of the credit card. I hate that I'm kind of spoiled. When I have leftover money after each month, I donate it.

As I was in the elevator on my way to the lobby, my cell phone rang. I glanced at the photo ID and smiled.

"Hi, Stella!"

"LOTTIE!" Stella screeched. "I haven't talked to you in forever! How's L.A. treating ya? I can't wait to visit, I bet it's really sunny." As usual, she was talking a mile a minute. Stella was my best friend back in Northern California. We had been friends since 6th grade. She was they exact opposite of me; energetic, outgoing, and just all-out peppy.

"Calm down, Stel!" I said, laughing. No matter what, she always put a smile of my face. "How's northern C.A.?"

"Oh, rainy and cloudy, unlike the sunny southern side," she said. "But luckily, I'm not in Northern C.A."
"What do you mean?" I asked, stepping out of the elevator. "Are you on vacation?"

"Sure, let's call it that."

I walked through the lobby and out the doors. "Well, where are you?"

"The Palm Woods, in Los Angeles."

I looked up and screamed.

"STELLA!"

"CHARLOTTLE!"

We ran up to each other and embraced. I don't think I've felt this happy in months.

"What are you doing here?"

"Just visiting my best friend!"

"I can't believe you're here!"

"Neither can I!" We hugged again.

"I was just on my way to go have some lunch, wanna come?"

"Of course! Where are you eating?"

We both walked out to my car and drove to the café. We were talking non-stop about, well, everything. We ate at the cutest little café ever, "Bonne Mange," which meant "Good Eats" in French. It was quaint and was very French authentic. It was one of my favorite places in the whole world. After ordering and eating, we had almost finished updating each other on our lives.

"I can't believe I missed a confidence adrenaline!" Stella moaned, folding up here napkin and tossing in the bowl where her soup had been, showing she was finished. "And it happened the morning I was visiting! Unbelievable." She pushed in her chair and I picked up my credit card from the check book. "So, have you made any friends yet?"

I thought for awhile. I had a couple of acquaintances, but not friends. I answered "sorta."

"Like…?"

"Well, there's this girl named Jo. We once got talking about her demo CD that's she still working on. She says her record company is looking for new songwriters, but… it was kind of all empty small talk. We're not friends, really." We started walking back to the car.

"Char-Char, you need some new friends!" Stella laughed. "That's my goal for this week, to make sure you make new friends."

"This week?" I asked, turning on the engine.

"Yeah, I'm staying this until next Saturday. Today's Saturday, that's a total of seven days, which is equivalent to a week. Do you comprehend?" she teased.

I wasn't sure why I was shocked. Was that a long time or a short time? How long had I been expecting her to stay? I brushed all those thoughts away. What was important was I was going to spend a whole with my best friend in Los Angeles. And I can't loose my focus will driving on this busy highway.

"Where are you staying? I mean, are you staying in your own room?"

"Nah, I'm bunking with you," she said. "If that's okay, of course. Your parents said it would be."

"No," I said sarcastically. "It's not." Stella laughed. She loved it when I was sarcastic. "We better start unpacking your stuff then."

We drove into the Palm Woods parking lot and started unloaded her stuff from her car. As we were walking though the lobby, Stella insisted looking at the bulletin to see the "haps" that were going on at the "'Woods."

"Jam Session? What's that?" Stella asked.

"Oh, it's just a little party on the pool deck for singers and musicians to play some new songs and stuff. It's kind of like a little concert, I guess."

"Cool, so you're going to be in the next one?"

"What? No! It's for musicians," I debated.

"I think songwriters classify under musicians," Stella retorted.

"And you know I'm way too scared to perform in front of people I don't know."

"You've been with these people for 5 months now! You should know majority of them!" Stella sighed and her luggage she had being carrying. "Another goal of the week, get you to play in the Jam Session."

"Good luck with that, it's tonight."

We argued about it on way up to 3E.

"You told me you just wrote a new song!" she said. "It's the perfect place to be discovered! How are you ever going to become a professional if you never face your fears?" Stella said, setting her stuff down in my room.

I didn't know how to respond to that. She was right.

"Exactly. Now, you're going to perform in that Jam Session not only to let me hear your new song, but to be discovered by some singer or something and get your first songwriting job."

I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, right."

[Another!] Author's Note:

Not my favorite chapter, I was planning to get more action in it, but I guess introducing Stella took longer than I expected.

By the way, I just wanted to let you know that the "Jam Session" is like on the episodes where BTR is randomly playing a song on the pool deck. (i.e. the very first part of "Big Time Terror")