So, here it is. The first chapter of my first multi-chap story. Although, I wouldn't count this as a chapter. This is more of an introduction to the story. I promise the actual chapters of this story will be a lot longer. We don't meet the OC's yet, but we will soon. I'm not sure when I'll have the first chapter up. It might take a few days.
Disclaimer: I do not own BTR. It's sad, I know, but I don't. I wish I did, though.
"Sorry, boys. You didn't make the cut." I felt my jaw hit the floor as soon as those words were uttered.
We were currently standing in the studio at Rocque Records, while Griffin 'critiqued' us on our singing and dancing. The guys and I have only been in LA for three days. We've just started working on Kendall's song, Big Time Rush!
"We've only been in LA for three days! We've only just started working on Kendall's song!" Carlos exclaimed. I guess I wasn't the only one thinking coherent thoughts.
"Boys," Griffin began. If I didn't know any better I'd think he almost sounded sad. "I like you. I really do. But, boy bands are out. They've been out since the mid-90's. Everybody knows that!"
"But this is my dream! I've been working for this my whole life! You can't just kick us to the curb and say that we didn't make the cut!" James pretty much yelled.
"I can, and I did. I'm sorry, boys. I just don't think there's any room for you at RCM CBT Globalnet Sanyoid."
"That's just fucked up."
"Kendall! Language!" I said, raising my fist to hit him on the shoulder.
"Ouch… That hurt." I rolled my eyes.
"Look, guys. You need to start packing. Your plane to Minnesota leaves early tomorrow morning. You need to get your stuff together." Kelly said. We all nodded our heads before making our way out of the studio. When we got outside, there was a large white limo waiting.
"Is this our ride?" Kendall asked, gesturing to the vehicle.
"I guess so." I answered.
"Maybe it's Gustavo's way of saying good-bye?" Carlos suggested. I shrugged.
"Maybe it is."