Author's Note:

I stayed up very late to finish and publish this chapter, so I hope you all appreciate it! (and I hope there's not a lot of mistakes) :D

Charlotte's POV

I've never seen Stella like this before.

Stella, as you can imagine, can get very dramatic and excited and crazy. The worst she's ever been was when we went to a Justin Timberlake concert. She was screaming so loud she lost her voice for the next few days, she pulled her hair so hard she had to get a couple extensions for the lost hair, and she jumped up and down so uch, she sprained both of her ankles (of course, she didn't notice any of it until the next day). No joke.

Imagine that times three and that's how pumped she was.

We immediately went back to my room so she wouldn't disturb the Jam Session, but even back in the apartment, I'm sure we disturbed a couple of neighbors.

"CHARLOTTE!" she yelled. "DO YOU KNOW HOW BIG THIS IS?"

"Yeah," I said. "The band is Big Time Rush, you know."

"I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU!" she said wiggling her finger in front of my face. I let her scream and dance and jump for a while until she finally settled down enough to sit on the couch.

Even though I wasn't acting it, I definitely felt excited… possibly more excited than Stella. I mean, a group of four insanely cute and talented guys were going to be singing a song I wrote. But I kept my emotions calm so Bitters wouldn't kill us for making so much noise and because I felt more nervous than excited. What if the producer hated it? I think I would go into a deep depression if he did.

"Stella," I said. "It's my song that's being recorded, not yours. Why are you so hyper?"

She was grinning, ear to ear. "Because I'm your manager, of course!"

I shook my head and smiled. "Stel, I'm not sure if songwriters have managers."

"Well this one does!" she laughed, poking me in the stomach. I went into hysterics. I'm really ticklish.

"Stop, Stella!" I said. She smiled devilishly, but stopped nonetheless. She jumped up and started dancing. She tried to sing the words to my song, but she hadn't quite memorized it yet. "Half of my heart's got a real good situation, half of my heart's got you. Half of my heart's got the right mind to tell you I won't love… no, uh… can't keep loving you!" As I watched her, I yawned. It had been long day.

"You're yawning at 8 o'clock?" Stella asked, still dancing. "In Europe, the evening doesn't start until 8!"

"I woke up at 5 this morning," I explained.

"WHY?" she practically screamed. She stopped dancing.

"I went to bed at 3 in the afternoon yesterday."

Stella shook her head in disappointment. "Lottie, Lottie, Lottie… what am I going to do with you?"

"Manage my songwriting dream?" I suggested. Stella gave a whole-hearted laugh and fell onto the couch next to me.

"Go to bed then," she said simply.

"No, I have to help you set up the couch for you to sleep in…" I yawned.

"Charlotte Mae Bunder!" she said angrily. "Go to bed!" She stood up and pointed at the bedroom door.

"Who are you, my mother?" I joked and walked in my bedroom.

The moment my head hit the pillow, I was asleep.

James's POV

I got early that morning, as usual. But this time Kendall, Carlos, and Logan got up only half an hour after me. Mrs. Knight was up, too, but Katie, as usual, slept in. She didn't have to worry about straightening and gel'ing her already pin-straight and shiny hair or recording songs early in the day.

I took my usual half hour to get my hair ready while Mrs. Knight made breakfast. Once my hair was perfect, the rest of the guys were up.

"'Morning, Mom," Kendall said, giving his mom a kiss on the cheek.

"Yum, pancakes!" Carlos said excitedly. He took a plate and started piling up as much as he could.

"You know I make pancakes on recording days," Mrs. Knight said as Carlos loaded his plate.

"I can't believe we still have to get up this early," Logan said, taking a plate, but only took 3 pancakes. "If Gustavo lets us use Charlotte's song, they'll still have to record the instrumental part before we can record."

"Well, we have to help convince Gustavo to use the song," Kendall debated. I nodded in agreement and filled up a plate of pancakes for myself after Logan.

"Kendall, eat!" Mrs. Knight said. Kendall rolled his eyes and grabbed a plate.

After a delicious breakfast, I called up Charlotte.

"Yell-o?" a peppy girl answered. I figured it was Stella.

"Hey, can Charlotte meet us in the lobby in 15 minutes with her guitar? We'll give her a ride to the recording studio to convince our producer about her song."

"Oooooh!" Stella said. "Can her manager come?"

"Um, sure."

"WOO-HOO! We'll be there in 15!"

I couldn't help but laugh.

"See ya then."

"Seeeee yaaaa!" Click.

We got to the studio 10 minutes before Kelly asked us to. Ironically, the one time Gustavo didn't know we're coming is the time we're early.

Charlotte was looking completely nervous while Stella was excited. Sometimes, I couldn't help but laugh looking at the two. They we're polar opposites but seemed closer than sisters. It was almost comical.

Kelly greeted us and told us to wait in the meeting room. She promised she would come back with Gustavo "in a jiffy," but it took her 15 minutes.

"What is up with them?" I asked, after losing another pen war with Carlos. Kendall and Logan shrugged.

Even though Charlotte was looking pale white, I realized how pretty she was. She had long-but-not-too-long sandy blonde hair, gorgeous blue-green eyes, and, I don't know, she was just pretty. It's a good thing Carlos hasn't called dibs on her yet.

I guess Stella was pretty, too, but it was more her personality that was a turn-off for me. She was just too… outgoing. It was almost scary.

Finally, Kelly came in the room dragging Gustavo.

"Sit," she commanded, almost angrily, and pointed to a chair next to Kendall. After he sat, she sat on the other side of him.

Gustavo looked… terrible. His eyes were baggy with dark, dark circles underneath. He wore a dirty sweatshirt and disturbing purple velvet pants, and… was he wearing flip-flops?

"Gustavo," Kelly said, sounding she had already told him a couple of times. "This girl here is going to play you a slow love song. And if you like it, we will use it in the album, okay?"

Gustavo grunted. Kelly turned to Charlotte and gave her the signal to play.

Charlotte looked like a deer in headlights. I'm sure Gustavo at the moment was probably the most frightening thing she will ever see in her entire life. But nevertheless, she sat herself onto stool already set up and nervously started playing guitar.

I crossed my fingers. Please don't mess up, please don't mess up…

"I was born in the arm of imaginary friends..."

Crap, her voice cracked on that first line.

"Free to roam, made a home out of everywhere I've been…"

Okay, she's getting better…

"Then you come on crashing in, like the realest thing…"

I glanced at Gustavo. He was listening intently, which I took as a good sign. I peeked at him again halfway through the song and his expression was completely blank. If his eyes weren't open, I would've bet he fell asleep.

"Half of my heart... half of my heart."

Charlotte played the last chord, then everyone turned to Gustavo. He sat up straight like he was about to say something very important. Carlos and I crossed our fingers.

"That… was…" Everyone leaned in...

"Horrible."