Do you want to ride in a big limousine?

Do you want to take a little bite of the fame machine?

A quiet night in and Emily Moore was writing words to match the catchy melody in her head.

The empty Palm Woods apartment held her, her music, and her comfort that night.

She'd gotten the past few days off work since her boss was out around the country searching for his new star.

Tonight was the last night. The last chance to find that star. She'd heard nothing, but kept the phone close by.

Most 16 year old don't get to live solo, especially in L.A. but if Gustavo Rocque offers you a free place to live, you don't say no.

She'd been working with him for almost a year. She hadn't written a full song yet, or even gotten the courage to ask to cowrite with him. For now, she'd comfortably sit in the studio and play with vocals and go on coffee runs.

Emily drank the last sip of hot tea as her eyes bean to grow heavy and the pencil couldn't write another lyric.

And she slept peacefully, knowing chaos was coming.

***

"A band?" Emily asked through the phone as her brushed her teeth the following day.

"Yes, it's a long story, but we're heading back today with the boys. Be ready to meet us in the studio at 4."

Kelly Wainwright. Gustavo's main assistant and talent scout. And person who keeps Gustavo in line, most of the time.

Emily sighed as she ended the phone call, knowing her relaxing vacation had ended. Rinsing out her mouth, she spit down the drain, and whipped her damp hair back.

A band. Of all boys. Who have never sang before.

Emily marked a note on her mirror to begin job searching.

She wasn't talented, or an expert, or super experienced in the industry, aside from her past employer and her time with Rocque Records. But she knew this was about to be a waste of her time and efforts.

Walking down the hall, to the Palm Woods elevator, she couldn't help but imagine what the boys would be like. Super nerdy? Attractive and down to earth? Immature and entitled? Or-

A blast of cold and wet water shot at Emily's face as she walked through the pool area. The chlorine stung her eyes and nostrils. A second shot came next at her torso, dragging her bag of notes and secret songs out of her grasp. The water dripped down her body, and under her shoes, dragging her feet out from under her and smacking her side into the wet concrete. A chorus of gasps and groans and shouts were all her senses picked up until she managed to open her eyes and see four boys she'd never seen before in front of her.

"We are so sorry, are you okay?" One of them asked, grabbing her arm and pulling her up. He had short dark brown hair, and wore dark sunglasses.

"I gotta get new friends," the other one muttered to himself as he grabbed my other arm. He had a pastel yellow polo on and his messy brown hair swept above his forehead.

Out of breath, and in absolute shock, the wet girl stood in disbelief as the third boy with a Hawaiian shirt and dirty blonde hair handed her the now soaking wet bag and ruined notes.

The fourth appeared in front of her, providing no apology or assistance, but instead opened his big mouth, "Hi, I'm James. I'm going to be famous and I'd like you to be the girl in the front row holding up an i love you sign," He said, winking.

Before Emily could harshly reject him and tell all of them off, the one who asked her if she was okay let go of her arm and put a black helmet on his head. "No fair! I was going to ask her out!"

"Oh, please, she's not going out with you after you squirted chlorine water down her throat," James retorted to his helmet friend.

"Well, Logan's the one who made her fall!" He defended pointing to the more reserved boy on her other side.

Logan interjected, also letting go of her arm, "At least I was going to offer her a towel before hitting on her! And it was all Kendall's idea!"

"Woah! I did not tell you to attack a hot girl!" Kendall shouted, pointing at Logan before turning to James. "And you cannot always be the first one to talk to the girl!"

With that, they all forgot she was there and starting arguing with one another.

"Stop, stop, stop!" Kendall shouted, making them all go quiet, "How about she decides who to go out with?" All the boys seemed to nod in agreement, before turning to me.

A few moments of silence triggered Emily's senses that she was supposed to respond to the interaction now.

Feeling the weight of her wet clothes and no longer styled hair, anger boiled inside her and she let it out.

"Why would I go out with any of you shallow, immature, rock-star wannabe's who just made me late to work?" Stunned at her answer, with the exception of the helmet kid, they remained silent. "You don't even know my name!" She shouted in exasperation as her pushed through the boys and stomped upstairs to change and explain to Gustavo why she was late.

***

Arriving at the studio at 4:03, she ran up the stairs, feeling her hair start to air dry. Before entering his office, Griffin, a tall pale and white haired man stepped out followed by two employees of his. He stood smiling in place and as the door shut, Emily's stomach dropped at the sound of Gustavo shouting.

Griffin and his team moved out and Emily ran right into her boss's office.

"What happened?" She demanded, panicked enough.

Gustavo lifted his head from his desk, "Griffin says we only have three days! Three days to make this team of dogs into a pop band."

Gustavo was an older bald man with baggy, "rapper" style clothes and tinted glasses. He was brilliant, but also had a touch of anger management to work on.

Frozen, she didn't move from her spot against the shut door, "You're joking."

"Does it look like I'm joking Moore?!" He shouted rhetorically at her. "And what happened to you?" He asked, distressed at her late and unprofessional appearance.

"I'm sorry, these new kids at the Palm Woods soaked me with pool water and then-"

He held up a hand, silencing her, "I don't care."

Gustavo walked past the unsurprised girl and opened the door. "Nicole! Baby!" He greeted to a member of the PussyCat Dolls. Immediately following he slammed the door shut and a crash rang from the other side.

"She still hates you," Emily commented, unwrapping a piece of candy from his desk.

"I noticed. Do you think it's safe?" He asked, an uneasy look on his face.

Rolling her eyes, Emily pushed herself off the desk and in front of him, "It is for me."

Opening the door, Emily stepped out, showing Gustavo it was safe with the additional clearance from Kelly.

Kelly briefly sighed before motioning Emily over. Kelly, the talent scout, a beautiful, dark skinned and dark haired woman who meant business but also had to endure Gustavo's anger at times.

"Boys meet Gustavo's production assistant, Emily Moore. Emily this is-"

"James, Logan, Kendall, and helmet dude," Emily finished distastefully at the sight of the four boys who ruined her afternoon. She turned to Gustavo, frustrated, "This is your new boy band? The overgrown middle schoolers who soaked me with chlorine and then proceeded to hit on me one at a time?"

"We said we were sorry!" Kendall defended.

"No, the helmet dude said he was sorry," Emily corrected pointing to the kid with the helmet.

"Carlos," Kelly whispered in Emily's ear.

Groaning, "Kelly, I don't care! Gustavo, please, tell me this isn't how I'm spending my next three days," Emily begged.

"Three days? What happened to three months?" Kendall interrupted, flipping the conversation.

"Uh, the CEO of all of our butts wants to see you guys on Friday," Gustavo explained.

"We have to be a band in three days?" Logan asked, slightly nervous.

"No, you have to be a great band in three days!" He shouted, before picking out Kendall, inching closer. "Unless you don't think you can do it, Mister "Make Us A Pop Group.'"

"We can do it, no problem," Kendall responded, stepping up to Gustavo. "Bring it."

"Oh I will bring it. I'll bring everything I got."

The two boys were inches from each others faces.

"This is a little too close for me," Kendall commented.

"Yeah, me too," Gustavo said, regular voice back, and walking away from Kendall. "Get ready for bootcamp and solve whatever nonsense is going on between you!" Gustavo ordered pointing to the boys and Emily, before walking off into the studio with Kelly despite Emily's protests.

Seeing that they wouldn't be acknowledging her, she turned hot on her heels and faced the new band.

"Look, we got off on the wrong foot," Kendall said, speaking for the group yet again.

"Yeah, we were really rude and we're sorry," Carlos said, stepping forward with Kendall.

"I think the excitement of being in Hollywood got to us," Logan explained.

"I still think we should go out," James said causing the other three guys to slam him. "I mean, I'm sorry, too."

Staring at each one, she could tell they really were sweet guys and extra excited. "I accept your apology," She told them, making the boys silently cheer. "I'm Emily Moore," she introduced, sticking out her hand.

"Kendall Knight"

"Logan Mitchell"

"Carlos Garcia, you're really pretty!" Carlos said a soft smile on his face as he shook her hand reminding Emily of a little boy seeing Santa.

Logan and Kendall pulled their friend off of the girl who just found herself amused by Carlos.

"James Diamond," the last one said. The one she knew she would have the most trouble liking.

Giving a soft smile, she motioned them back into the studio, "Then let's get to work."

***

Gustavo put the boys in army pants and dark green shirts, like it was the military.

Gustavo marched in front of them, in a "combat" outfit like he was the commander. Kelly and Emily stood back, rolling their eyes at the excessiveness of the situation.

"To be a great pop group, you need four things: great dancing, a great look, a great song, and great singing," Gustavo listed going down the line.

Kelly blew the horn, summoning the teams. Marketing, dance, and stylists.

"And by the end of today, me and my team will transform the four dogs from Minnesota into Gustavo Rocque's new pop explosion," posing along with the three teams. Well with the exception of the marketing team in business attire who tried their best but ultimately shut down by Gustavo. "First up in boot camp: great dancing."

Now, back in regular clothes, Gustavo introduced the boys to Mr. X.

"Mr. X has choreographed Boyquake, Boyz in the Attic, Madonna, Beyonce, and Yo Gabba Gabba."

Mr. X approached the boys, "And now I will make you X-plode with the dance."

Fearful, Carlos put him helmet on.

"We will start with an x-amination. Cross leg, spin, pose." He demonstrated then waited for them to follow.

James and Kendall weren't bad. Wouldn't know about Carlos since Logan slapped him in the face making the poor kid fall down. Pulling their buddy back up, James slapped the helmet, making sure he was okay. Back in line, Mr. X approached them one by one.

Kendall. "He is great, but not serious." Kendall let a smug smirk show at that.

"He is serious, but not great," Making James' face fall with disappointment.

"He lost a pet when he was young, and he is still sad," Carlos drew a frown muttering the name of his beloved pet, making Emily decide her favorite member.

Finally, "And he is just plain awful," to which Logan agreed.

Emily thought to herself how with those short examinations she felt she knew each of them already. Even more, she wanted them to make it.

***

An hour later, meaning an hour of Gustavo denying Emily a cup of coffee, the two and Kelly returned to see the progress and for Gustavo, finished project, of the new band.

Walking in first, Emily was the only one paying attention to notice the boys were slumped against the bar and Mr. X was nowhere to be found. She turned off the music, and hesitantly waited for the two adults to notice.

"What happened to Mr. X" Kelly asked, once the two finally looked up from their phones.

"First, he banged his head into the wall a few times," Logan said, sitting up, his light blue shirt covered in sweat.

"Then we got really dizzy," Carlos said, with his helmet on, and hanging upside down from the bar.

"Then he said a bunch of bad words that started with X," James said, doing the X motion.

"Then he X-quit," Kendall said, in a slightly chipper voice as if he was enjoying Gustavo getting stressed out.

Kelly and Emily exchanged a fearful glance, the former put on a pair of headphones, and the ladder crouched in the corner, ducking her head into her knees.

Before Gustavo could scream.

***

After calming Gustavo down, Kelly and Emily got the boys in the meeting room at one end of the long black table and convinced Gustavo to focus on the look for now.

"Part two of my great pop group boot camp: the great look."

"When do we sing?" James asked, flipping through the handout Emily had given each of them moments before.

"When I tell you to sing!" Gustavo snapped, startling all the boys except Kendall.

"Guys, we have some exciting looks that will literally transform you," One of the market people said.

"Can't we just be ourselves?" Kendall asked, tossing the packet on the table.

After laughing and unanimously shutting Kendall down, the marketing team pulled up a diagram that Emily deemed logically impossible.

"Boys, we researched and electroshocked focus groups to determine the exact look and name that will sell millions of records."

"Then we turn you over to the stylists to change all your clothes and possibly shave your heads," the guy said making James shriek.

Emily sat back in concern at she watched the makeover occur.

Look #1: Boy-licious.

Carlos was dressed in a neon track suit from the 80's. Kendall was shirtless with overalls containing multiple random patches and wore a denim hat. James had shiny green pants with a colorful patterned shirt, opened to reveal his body. Finally, Logan was in a yellow bow tie with a royal blue blazer trimmed with piano keys.

Look #2: Red, White, and Boy

As Kendall put it, made them look "like Uncle Sam threw up on us."

Look #3: Danger Boy

All black, tight pants, eyeliner, and hair streaks.

"Danger Boy is danger. Parents will forbid their kids to buy their dangerous music."

"And that's exactly why they will."

Logan raised his hand, speaking up, "I, uh, can't feel my legs!"

"That's because the pants are dangerously tight."

Finally speaking up for the first time, and in the boy's best interest, "Am I the only sane person here? As a teen, aka your focus group, I am repulsed by every look you came up with," I said, making Kelly wince at my harsh tone. "And please create a band name that doesn't have the word "boy" in it," Emily finished making the room gasp.

"I hate it, too," Gustavo announced.

"So do we," the marketers said in unison.

"I need five new looks for tomorrow," Gustavo told the team, before turning back to the boys, "Now follow me to hear your next hit single that's going to put me back on top. Emily, warm up the recording booth while I show these dogs how to sing."

Emily gave a sarcastic salute as she walked off to the studio, disappointed with how the band was turning out.

Upon arrival, she sat down in the booth, fixing the levels for the boys.

Turns out Kendall made Gustavo blow, again and this time it caused a massive earthquake.

Kelly monitored his heart rate and blood pressure, while Emily shoved all the boys into the sound booth.

Before Gustavo could begin, Emily held her hand over the mic. "Can I just mention I think the boys are getting tired and they could lose it."

"I don't care," Gustavo mentioned, ignoring her warning. "Okay, and now it's time for the final phase of Gustavo Rocque's most awesomest pop group boot camp: the singing" He sang into the mic making the feedback spike, hurting the boys ears.

"What is this place?" Kendall asked.

Pressing the speak button, Emily leaned into the mic, "A sound booth. It helps isolate your vocals for editing and enhancement."

"Why are there pillows on the floor?" Carlos asked next.

"Do you want us to nap because we will!" James said, eager at the thought of resting.

"They absorb any echo, like the mic cover," Emily explained as Kendall hit himself with the mic. "And Kelly put fruit water in there in case you get thirsty."

Gustavo took the mic away from Emily, "okay, great, and-"

Kendall hit Carlos in the head with the mic cover.

"Funny. Do it again."

So Kendall did it again.

"Not so tough without your helmet are you?" Kendall laughed. Carlos squirted blue water at Kendall in retaliation, missing at hitting Logan in the chest.

"Knock it off!" Logan said, taking his headset off. Carlos did it again, making Logan spray red all over James.

"You just ruined my lucky white v-neck!" He shouted before grabbing two bottles of his own and spraying Kendall and Logan.

"Maybe the fruit water was a bad idea," Kelly thought out loud.

"Please get them to stop," Gustavo asked, calmly, because Logan pulled out a pillow and began hitting Kendall causing the booth to fill with feathers.

"Pillows were a bad idea, too," Kelly hummed, knowing Gustavo was irritated.

"I told you they were tired!" Emily said, leaning back in her chair.

"Just have the boys meet me in the studio when they're finished," Gustavo said, too calmly walking out with Kelly following.

Emily sat on the other side of the glass, shuttering at what was to come when they finally calmed down.

Out of feathers and water, the boys all breathed heavily from the fight.

"If you boys are done in there, Gustavo wants to see you," Emily spoke into the mic making the boys look from her to each other nervously.

***

"You can't sing!" Gustavo shouted at Carlos.

Emily winced knowing he wouldn't hold back.

"You can't sing or dance!"

"But I can backflip," Logan told him, proud.

"Stop it."

"Okay."

James eagerly awaited for his commentary from Gustavo who merely ducked his head and ignored the guy.

"And worst of all, you don't even seem to want this!" He shouted at Kendall, who coughed out some feathers.

James spoke up, "What about me? I can sing, dance, and I want this!"

"You remind me a lot of Matthew McConaughey."

"Awesome," James smiled.

"I can't stand Matthew McConaughey," Making James drop just smile. "This group can't sing, can't dance. You don't have a song, a look, and they're covered in feathers! And I would rather quit right now than commit pop suicide on Friday in front of the record company!" Gustavo shouted, making Emily's heart drop. "However, there is one song I would love to play for you."

Gustavo sat down at the piano, starting off with a low beat. "Ooh, now that I'm through bangin' my head, this band of dogs is officially dead!"

***

Gustavo sent everyone home. Emily stayed as long as she could without Gustavo shouting at her to leave, hoping she could have one conversation with him about the band and the song she had an idea for. But he yelled and she knew it was pointless.

Back at the Palm Woods, shouting and commotion pulled Emily out to the pool rather than her isolated apartment. It was the boys, arguing.

"You guys blew it. You blew my shot. You could've tried harder, but you didn't!" James shouted at the other three.

"Okay!" Carlos said, standing up in front of James, "let's all just calm down and think nice, happy thoughts about kittens."

"You think about kittens with your bad singing and that stupid helmet," James said, before pushing Carlos down harshly back onto the pool chair.

At the sight of possible violence, Emily steps around the chairs to the boys to have a word, but Carlos had already gotten up and charged at James. Kendall and Logan grabbed on either side to pull them apart.

Emily, passing a small girl who was watching the boys fight, put a hand on Kendall and one on Carlos and pushed them into the pool, pulling the other two with them.

Resurfacing, they turned to the girl to question her but a look of surprise grew when they saw the assistant instead of Kendall's sister.

"Emily? What'd you do that for?" Kendall asked.

"You guys needed to cool off," the little girl said, smirking at the exchange between the teens.

James apologized yet Kendall still sent a big splash his way.

"Hey!" Emily snapped, making the boys jumped away from each other. "I'll get you towels, now get out of the pool," she told them, heading off to grab four soft, and dry white towels.

Each of them, dripping wet, accepted a towel and sat down by the fire pit at the back of the pool on a round bench. Emily pulled up a chair in front of them and sat in silence as it got darker outside.

"I could stay here and be a model," James thought. "I'm still great-looking," making his friends look at him. "Or the star of a reality show."

"Which one? Project Idiot?" Carlos replied, a meanness in his tone Emily hadn't seen all day.

James sighed, "that's just your jealousy talking."

"You know what's funny? We didn't even get a chance to sing together," Kendall spoke.

Emily opened her mouth to say something but realized nothing would help them.

"Oh, you're such a turd. Oh yeah a giant turd. And you look like a turd and you smell like a turd!" The boy started singing together. Emily turned and noticed they had grabbed the attention of other people chilling by the pool.

By the third time 'round, James joined in, harmonizing, making Emily disagree with Gustavo. He could sing. By the last time, James jumped on the seat, "Sm-e-el-e-ell like a turd..." he finished, jumping down and high-fiving his buds.

Putting her hands together, Emily stood up, clapping. Soon, every had followed her and the boys looked around in awe at the response.

"We should do this!" Kendall said. "You guys were right, I really think we should do this," he said, standing beside Emily.

"How? We got fired remember?" Logan mentioned.

"We didn't get fired," Kendall brushed off.

"You got fired," Emily said.

"We got fired," Kendall corrected himself. "But, the problem is we didn't try our best."

"I tried my best," James said, raising his hand.

"We know," Emily said, not making eye contact with the self absorbed boy. She turned to Kendall, facing him away from the others, "If you can convince them to do this now, I can have Gustavo and the team back at the studio in thirty minutes," she told him, hoping to make a deal.

Kendall looked down at the girl, gave a smiled and shook her hand.

Emily returned a hopeful look, running into the lobby and upstairs to her room to get everything she'd need if she was going to help the guys convince Gustavo this wasn't over.

After a few rings, he picked up, much to her surprise, "Gustavo! Be at the studio in 30, I think I can change your mind," she said, handing up immediately, leaving no room for him to argue or ask questions.

***

At the studio, Emily walked in, having the band follow behind her. At the end of the hallway was Gustavo and his team. Emily stood to the side, in the middle of both groups.

"Well?" Gustavo asked, looking from Emily to Kendall.

"Okay, we'll do it your way," Kendall agreed. "No goofing off, no pillow fights, and no questions for the next two days."

Kelly and Emily both looked at Gustavo for an answer.

"Okay!" He said, pleased with the deal, "Girl Time from the top!"

"Except that," Emily coughed out, making Gustavo turn back around.

"We really don't want to sing Girl Time," Kendall said.

"Oh! Let's me guess," Gustavo started, in a sarcastically laced tone, Emily had heard too many times before, "You have a better idea. Well, let's hear it. Let's hear the dogs better song title!"

"Big Time. Rush." They all said in unison.

"It's a song about four hockey players from Minnesota who have an incredible opportunity in front of them, and they're going to take their best shot," Emily explained, a nervous twitch in her thumbs as she spoke to her boss for the first time about a song idea.

"I like it!" Kelly interjected. "And you've got to stop using the word "girl" in all of your song titles."

"I..." Gustavo trailed out, "like it, also."

Kendall and Emily gave a fist bump to one another.

"Now, we're going to be working all night because Friday is two days away, and we are in a big time rush!"

***

Gustavo allowed Emily one cup of coffee for the night, knowing her history of caffeine and how high her energy can get.

While the boys worked on their dancing, Gustavo wrote the song, and Emily supervised the band name and look.

She convinced Gustavo to name them Big Time Rush, and the stylists to go with a simple, trendy look for the boys.

She'd approved a velvet jacket for James, a fedora for Kendall, a leather vest for Carlos and a thin tie for Logan.

Her and Carlos got to know each other over lunch breaks.

Kendall secretly got her coffee.

Logan poured out his passion for being a doctor.

And James hounded her with questions about the industry and how she got there.

She watched the boys grow into a band in the next few days.

Even more, she watched the boys kill their live performance for Griffin.

Friday. They all sat in the studio watching through the big windows into the rehearsal space where the boys were. Emily and Gustavo stood beside each other, constantly exchanging glances, hoping Griffin would love them.

As the boys finished, and posed, Emily looked down at Griffin for a response. He turned in his chair. "I like them. And the boards going to love them. You got three months to make your demos. Told you the boy band was back," Griffin said as he slapped Gustavo's cheek. "I have to go. My pants are cold."

Griffin left. Emily stood back, holding in her excitement until Gustavo could tell the boys the news.

Over the mic, he said, "Guess who's staying in L.A."

A big smile broke out on her face when she saw the celebration from the band.

She stopped jumping up and down as Gustavo yelled. "If you thought the last three days were hard, wait till you see the next three months. Carlos still can't sing, Logan still can't dance, and I still can't stand James."

"We'll work on it!" Kendall promised.

"Okay, now you can celebrate."

Emily broke out into a run through the booth and to where the boys were, jumping onto Kendall's back. He caught her as he felt her grab onto him.

Backing off, he turned, giving her a big smile and a hug in celebration, before Carlos attacked her the second Kendall let go. She gave a quick hug to James and a calm one to Logan before watching the boys engage in a group high five.

***

So hella long chapter for a hella long pilot.

This is my new story. I thought, everyone loves BTR, and there are no BTR stories so here I am.