Ever since the tour ended, Emily had been collecting all the fan mail sent to the studio for the band. Once the bag was full, she dropped it on Gustavo's desk who told her to remove it immediately. 

The bag, back in her hands, was behind her back as her and the two adults stood in front of the boys who sat on the couch, waiting to show them their letters and gifts. 

"Guys," Gustavo called, "Here's a little thing we like to call..." 

Emily, a tight smile, pulled out the massive bag of mail. Kelly and Gustavo grabbed the bottom and pour it over, hundreds of packages and letters spilling out onto the table in front of the boys. 

"Fan mail!" 

In a fit of shocked excitement, the boys screamed and dug through the mail to open it all. 

"'Dear Kendall, can you please, please, please, please, please send a photo?'" Kendall read.

"'I love BTR, but mostly James,'" Logan read, a big smile on his face, as well as the boy inquired in the letter. "Ha, she's wrong," Logan smiled, cheering going onto the next letter. 

"'Logan, you're my favorite,'" Carlos read to Logan. "'P.S., please enjoy this meatloaf I made for you,'" He gushed, holding up the loaf in admiration. 

"Meatloaf!" Logan cheered. 

"P.P.S., please give it to Carlos," Carlos muttered, looking off in wonderment as he tricked his friend.  

Emily hid a laugh as Logan tackled Carlos off the couch, demanding his meatloaf, despite the fact that, as Carlos reminded him, he doesn't like meatloaf. 

"Well I don't know about you guys, but I'm sending my fan a photo," Kendall hummed, ignoring the chaos behind him. 

A loud horn sounded through the studio as Gustavo motioned for Emily to wheel the excessive chalkboard over which she knew was only for dramatic flair. 

"Fan mail do's and don'ts," the boys read, as Kelly pointing to the heading on the board with a pointer.  

"Do keep it short and simple. Write things like, "you rock too" and "hey, thanks," Gustavo falsely cheered. 

"Do sign your name. All fans love autographs," Kelly advised.

"Don't give out any personal information or advice," Emily warned, standing in front of the board, as Gustavo joined her. 

"Otherwise some crazed fan will show up on your front doorstep and ask you to help make them famous." 

A tough force pushed against Emily's back, the chalkboard tipping over and shoving her to the ground with Gustavo and Kelly. 

"I'm wearing white, get it off!" Emily cried, desperately praying the chalk wouldn't rub off on her white shirt. 

Gustavo pushed to his knees, throwing the board off, him and the two females jumping to their feet. 

There stood a bleach blonde with an excited smile, holding a signed picture from the band, who promised to make her famous. 

"So, fan girl, which one of these lads gave you advice, and the address to my studio?" Gustavo shouted, furiously looking at the boys in accusation. 

Emily studied each one, as they all looked to each other, with the execution of one, who had a guilty smile, before taking off down the hall to hide. 

The girl sighed, "Go get him," she pleaded, to the others who groaned, running after the guilty Carlos. 

As the boys left, Emily turned to the girl. "Hi, I'm Emily Moore," she introduced. "You went to school with the guys?"

"I did!" She responded, excitedly, "I'm Jenny!" She said, holding out her hand. Emily gratefully, shook her hand. 

Emily then turned, pulling the back of her shirt towards the front, seeing multiple black and yellow smears from the chalkboard. "No!" She whined, upset with the outcome of the accident. 

Jenny had an apologetic smile, "I'm sorry! I have some water," she said, pulling out a travel mug. "Let's get that out," she hummed, turning Emily around before she could offer another solution. Jenny gently poured the liquid out onto the back of Emily's shirt, a dark red liquid soaking into the white material. "Oh no."

"What?" Emily snapped, turning to peak at the shirt getting a glimpse of red stains. She let out a small cry of shock and discomfort as the wet shirt stuck to her back. 

"I forgot I had a sports drink in here," Jenny sighed, apologetically. "Sorry!" 

Emily just stared at the girl in disbelief, unaware how she could be so clueless. Instead of chewing her out like she would have any other person, Emily shoved all her frustrations down, knowing the boys were friends with this girl. 

"I see you have a trombone," Emily politely pointed out, seeing the brass instrument in a pile with her belongings. 

Jenny, eagerly pulled it out, "Wanna hear?" She screamed, beginning to play something horrid. She soon as she play the first "note," she closed her eyes, spinning around, smacking Gustavo in the side, sending him down. 

"Woah!" Emily shouted, causing Jenny to turn again, throwing Kelly down next. "Jenny, hey," Emily tried to coax, while cautiously standing back. 

A chorus of worried cries ran down the hallway as the boys ran down, trying to get Jenny to stop, as if they knew what had already happened. 

Emily turned at the sound of them, turned back to Jenny, having taking her eyes off, and saw the girl had moved closer to her in the time, spinning in excitement to show the boys, the harsh metal smacking Emily in the face. The girl flew to the ground immediately, holding her cheek in pain. 

"Ow!" She screamed, becoming more than frustrated. Emily sat up to see Jenny smiling at the boys. 

"But it's time for the big finale!" 

Emily screamed, ducking her head into the legs, going into a protective position as if a tornado was blowing through the city. 

Hearing screaming, a crash, and a the sound of electricity sparking, she couldn't help but to look up and see Jenny had broken the AC panel. 

"It's starting," James mumbled, fearfully.  

Emily climbed to her feet, as Gustavo screamed, holding up a baseball bat in rage. Kelly held him back as Jenny anxiously apologized. 

"Sorry. People say I'm a little accident prone." 

"Get this out of here before it destroys the rest of my studio!" Gustavo yelled. 

"Jenny, come on. Let's go make your dreams come true," Carlos told her. 

"You guys are the best," Jenny gushed, stepping in for a hug, but the boys screamed in fear, backing up. 

"Stop it," Kendall said, as Jenny gave up, walking out of the studio with Carlos, while the guys grabbed her bags. Emily turned, facing her boss. 

"I'm taking the day off," she told him, giving no room for negotiation, turning back to follow the boys out. 

"What happened to your shirt?" Logan asked.

"Your friend poured this sticky drink down my back thinking it was water," Emily grumbled, walking out in discomfort and slightly chilly. 

"Do you want my sweater?" Logan offered, beginning to shrug off the striped cardigan he wore. 

"No, I don't want to ruin it," she politely declined, spiteful about her shirt. "Thank you, though."

As they walked out, Emily kept her distance from Carlos and Jenny, leaning over to the boys. 

"What's her deal. Tell me everything."

***

Jenny was insanely destructive. Not purposefully. She just destroys things. 

Entering the Palm Woods, Emily gripped the back of Logan, using him as a shield from Jenny the whole way. 

Jenny bounced in excitement, carrying her duffle bag, seeing the lobby. 

"I can't believe I'm at the famous Palm Woods!" She cheered, spinning in glee, knocking a man over with the duffle. He went flying into a stack of luggage. 

"Sorry," the girl winced.  

"She's lot less clumsy than I remember," Logan commented as she skipped over to check into a room. 

"Yeah," Kendall scoffed.

"But remember, we love Jenny," Carlos reminded them.  

"Yeah, and remember the second grade when she broke my arm playing marbles?" James spitefully reminded them. Emily peaked over Logan's shoulder in interest. "Or the fifth grade when she gave me the first paper cut in history that required surgery," James hissed. "And then, eighth grade... Lab partners," He whispered in fear, holding his head. 

"It took almost a year for your hair to grow back," Logan mentioned. 

"I'm sorry, what?" Emily asked, becoming slightly amused. 

"I'm out!" James cried, leaving the lobby as fast as possible. 

"Oh my god, please tell me there are pictures," She pleaded.

Before they could answer, Bitters let out a cry of agony. Emily looked over, seeing a pen impaling the top of his hand. 

"I'm out, too," Emily stated, going to leave. 

"What?" Carlos cried, disappointed.

"I can't die! I have things I want to do!"

"Like what?" Kendall asked.

"I have to figure that out, so I can't die right now," Emily scoffed as if it was obvious. "Good luck."

***

She had changed her shirt, and sent it out for dry cleaning. Her next order of business was getting Katie to hand over the pictures of James in the 8th grade. 

Katie said all known copies were destroyed, but she could do some investigating for a price. 

Emily had bought her lunch, new shoes, and a smoothie as she followed her out to the pool, willing to do whatever for one picture. 

"Who's that?" Katie asked, pointing out to the pool. Emily looked around, only seeing James talking to a little boy.

"A fan?" Emily guessed, seeing how he looked like a mini version of a pop star.

Katie rolled her eyes, going outside to confront James. 

"Be careful of fans," Katie warned, getting James' attention, drawing him out of sun-tanning. "It comes from the word "fanatic," as in, "nut job.'"

Emily watched her in amusement.

"I get what you're saying. You have a huge crush on me, and you're jealous of my new biggest fan," James smirked. 

"I don't have a crush on you!" Katie exclaimed. "I'm just saying that you're 30% ignorant, 30% arrogant, and 40% idiot. So be careful of fans," she warned, walking off. 

Emily laughed, amused, hanging back for a second.  

"She so has a giant crush on me," James smiled, closing his eyes to tan. 

"Hey," Emily snapped her fingers in front of his face, "How about I stay here, and tan with you and you show me a picture of you from the 8th grade," Emily offered, a knowing smile on her face. 

James, conflicted, "How about you stay here, tan, tell me about yourself, and we forget about the picture?" James counter offered. 

Emily had a tight smile on her face, shrugging, "Not gonna happen," she told him, chasing after Katie who would get her that picture. 

***

Katie's next request was to take her into the gym to hit a punching bag. The girl was too young to get in on her own and her mom was out running errands. 

Emily sat back in a chair, absentmindedly watching Katie work out with a towel over her shoulder.

A matching pair of two brunettes in black tanks off to the side lifting weights, tall and short, caught her eye. She looked on watching James and his new fan working out together, each in front of three posters. 

"Aw, James is a dad," Emily hummed sarcastically to Katie. The small girl looked in said direction, rolling her eyes at her brothers best friend. 

"He's an idiot."

Emily nodded in acknowledgement, standing as the little boy ran off. She approached James with a mocking smile on her face. 

Katie stepped in, intercepting James' path. "I'm telling you, there's something not right in that kid's head. Trust me. I have an eye for these things," she warned.

"Oh, yeah? What do you see about me?" The boy smirked, giving Emily a smart glance. "Besides great muscle tone." 

Emily rolled her eyes as Katie attacked the boy. 

"You're too trusting," Katie stressed. 

"Yeah, if you're not careful, the next thing you know, super fan is smacking you upside the head with a frying pan and stealing your identity," Emily warned, slightly joking. 

"Or, your crush has gotten bigger on me, and now you're following me," James spoke in a low voice. Emily stiffed a laugh at Katie's frustrations.  

"I don't have a crush on you!" Katie cried. 

"Katie, your words do say "no," but your eyes say-"

Katie cut him off, driving her fist in the glove into James' stomach. He sputtered out a few sounds, before falling to the ground. 

Emily's hand flew to her mouth in pleasant surprise. Katie stalked off as her latest victim remained down. Emily knelt down to her knees. 

"Wow, you got socked by a 10 year old girl, and I'm getting a picture of you without hair," Emily gushed to James. "This is the best day ever," She smiled before getting up and following Katie out to the lockers. 

"You're not getting that picture!"

***

"Wanna go find James?"

Emily had been sitting with Katie for an hour while she searched through old accounts, folders, hard-drives and school websites to find a picture of James from the 8th grade. 

She was bored. Her deal was to get the picture, not help find the picture, and she wasn't helping anyway. 

"Why? You have a crush on him?" Katie asked, not taking her eyes off the computer screen. 

"What? No," Emily said, confused. "We're friends and I'm bored," she answered looking back to the screen only to see Katie typing up a document and not researching. "What? What are you doing?"

"Composing a formal contract I'm going to trick James into signing," the girl answered simply. 

"Exciting," Emily groaned, leaning back in the chair. She flew upwards to a standing position and went to look out the window, down at the pool to see what the boy was up to. 

She couldn't find him. He wasn't in the water. And he wasn't in any chairs. However, the small fan boy was reclined in one, dressed in typical James fashion. Skeptical, Emily called out to Katie. 

"Katie, James is missing."

"What do you mean?" 

"I mean," Emily answered, "James isn't out at the pool and his little clone is."

Katie paused, turned from the computer, and looked to Emily with wide eyes. "Let's go crack the kid," she smirked, jumping up. 

Emily nodded, heading out to the pool with Katie, "What are the odds you were right and he did something to James?" She asked. 

"Very probably. I'm always right." 

Walking out to the pool, the two girls gave each other a knowing nod, each crossing a different way over to the pool chair the kid was in. He was very jeans, a bright blue shirt with a star belt, and a leather jacket. 

"Where's James?" Emily asked. The boy turned, smirking with his hands behind his head. 

"You're looking at him," he answered, taking his sunglasses off. "And I know you like what you see."

Emily's forehead crinkled in confusion and distaste. Katie cut in, "She meant the real James. This is prime sun tanning time, and James should be in his favorite chair destroying skin cells."

The boy sighed, pulling out a letter, "It's all in this letter James signed which says he's going to Antarctica to save the caribou." 

Emily fake smiled, accepting the letter, only to drop the smile and tear it in half, knowing something was up for sure. 

"First off, there are no caribou in Antarctica," Katie sassed.

"Second, there's limited hair care in Antartica," Emily listed, "Now tell me where James is." The girl bent down, eye level with the kid who stood now before her and Katie, a harsh look on her face.

"I'm James now," he said forcefully, Emily not flinching a bit. "And you're part of the James Diamond Future Plan,"

"The what?" Emily spat, her eyes looking off to Katie for an answer she wouldn't get.

"Get used to it, 'cause there's nothin' you can do about it." 

Katie gripped the kids upper arm, pinching him. He starting crying in pain.

"Ow, ow, ow! He's in the basement. He's in the basement, he's in the basement!" 

Emily stood up, leaving Katie to continue harassing the kid, as she flew through the lobby, towards the back stairwell to the basement. 

At the bottom, there was a big door. She opened it, hearing the metal creek. 

"Let me out!" She heard James scream, thinking she was the kid. 

She slowly trotted down the stairs, reaching the bottom to see James trapped in a dog cage. 

"Well, well, well," she mocked, giving him an amusement smile. 

"Em? Em!" James cried, seeing the girl in front of him. "Thank god! He wants to replace me in the band and steal my yacht!" 

"You don't have a yacht," she corrected. 

"Yet."

"James?" The voice of Katie called, entering the basement. 

"He's here!" Emily answered, looking around for bolt cutters to break the lock on the cage. She felt a tap on her shoulder. She spun to see Katie holding a pair out of her. She took them and went down to the boy in the cage. As she clamped down the the lock, James beamed with joy and relief to be free. 

The sound of a harsh click and clanking from the cage sounded through the basement as Emily tossed the bolt cutters to the side and watched James crawl out of the tight space. 

"Thank you, Emily!" He cried. "Oh, thank you so much," the boy gushed, climbing to his feet. On the way up, he wrapped his arms around Emily's torso, pulling her into a tight hug, lifting her feet off the ground a bit. "He was so tiny and evil!"

Emily laughed to herself, holding on around his shoulders until he broke the hug and rested her back down. "And if there's anything I can do for you," he smirked, popping his collar to Katie, "let me know."

"Actually..." Katie trailed off, grabbing a pen and holding up a piece of paper. Emily choked on a laugh, knowing it was the contract. "Can I have your autograph?" 

"Anything for my biggest fan," James smiled as he scribbled along the bottom. 

"Great! You just agreed to let me be your manager when you go solo, endorse a line of hair care products to be developed later, and swear that I don't, nor have I ever, had a crush on you," Katie snapped, walking off with her signed contract. 

"I've got to stop signing autographs," James mumbled, grabbing a bag of dog treats.

Emily's eyes zeroed in on the bag of treats, forgetting everything else. "Are those dog treats?"

"They're quite tasty!" James exclaimed, shoving one towards the girl's mouth. She leaned away from it. 

"Go away," she squealed, not allowing the biscuit into her mouth. "I do gotta know, how did you get down here?" 

Walking up the stairs, side by side, "He hit me with a frying pan," James muttered into his shoulder, embarrassed. 

"This day keeps getting better and better," Emily said, walking outside with James from the side exit in the stairwell. To the side, they spotted Carlos and Kendall alongside a sad Jenny with her luggage. 

"Nobody is sleeping on the streets tonight. You can crash at Rocque Records," James offered to the girl, knowing Bitters had kicked her out by now. 

"By "crash," he means "sleep,'" Kendall cried.

"Is that a dog biscuit?" Carlos asked, disgusted.  

"You know, it's really quite tasty." 

"Is that bacon and cheese?"

James nodded knowingly, tilting the bag over for Carlos to dig in.

"What's is wrong with you guys?" Emily exclaimed, moving over to Kendall to avoid the two guys eating dog biscuits. 

Carlos and James both shrugged at the girl, snapping off another bite each.

***

The group brought Jenny back to the studio. 

Emily told the boys to take her to the space on the floor above the studio while she worked on telling Gustavo what was happening as gently as possible. 

As she paced back and forth, debating what was the best way to make him mad, the door swung open and the three boys ran in, pushing Emily out into the studios lobby screaming about how Jenny fell. 

Emily stumbled out, seeing Jenny covered in dust and a hold in the ceiling. She stood in front of two massive men from some rock group. 

"Jenny, are you okay?" The boys cried.

"Is she okay? She's amazing!" One of the men said, with an accent. 

"Quick, Jenny, sing!" Carlos and Kendall both yelled. Emily looked on in curiosity.

Jenny let out a deep, soulful note, riffing her way through a small measure. Hearing the sharp, blissful sounds come out of such a destructive person had Emily in shock. The two men looked at one another in amazement.  

"You know, she can help us get that younger audience we're looking for," the other guy mentioned. 

"Welcome to Death Smash!" They screamed. Jenny began jumping up and down in excitement, cheering with her two new band members. 

Emily, along with everyone else, started shouting at Jenny to stop before she broke another hold in a floor. 

"Come on, Jenny, let's go get permission from your mum," the guy said, holding out an arm for the girl. Jenny laughed with glee, linking her arm in his, waving as she skipped off.

"Well, it looks like this story is wrapping up quite nicely," Kendall said in shock as the boys all stood side by side.  

"And I will never, ever over promise again. I promise," Carlos swore. 

Emily caught the eye of a boy with a tuba entering down the hall, decked out in snow gear. 

"Buddy Simmons?" The guys exclaimed.

"Hey, guys! Carlos promised me he'd help with my dream of becoming a famous jazz tuba player," Buddy smiled holding up a signed photo like Jenny had. 

They all looked to Carlos in disbelief, who shrunk back. "He said he was our biggest fan!"

"You've got to be kidding me."

***

Emily got the photo. 

After all her efforts and Katie's digging. She got one. 

It was James. Bright big eyes, but had slightly more weight on him. His head wasn't completely bald. There were small patches of buzzed hair poking through his scalp. His entire head was exposed. 

Emily joyfully knocked a little beat on the door of the crib. Logan swung it open. Emily smiled, entering with her hands behind her back. "I'd like an audience with Mr. Diamond," she announced, seeing the other boys lounging on the couch, playing a video game. 

Game paused, James turned to the girl in interest. She stopped in front of him, looking down as she pulled out the photo and held it up for him to see. 

Carlos and Kendall broke out in a fit of laughter after gasping in horror that not only she found it, but had the nerve to show James. Logan rushed over, jumping over the back of the couch to see what everyone was looking at. 

James' eyes went wide. He let out a shriek at the sight on himself. He then snapped to Emily who held her smile in place. He stood to his feet, confronting the girl. 

"How'd you get this?" He screamed. 

"Does it matter?" She responded, holding the picture up higher for the other boys to continue looking at. 

James suddenly reached over, snatching the photo and tearing into tiny pieces, throwing the debris in the air. He crossed his arms, giving the girl a "what now?" look.

Her face blank, she reached into her back pocket, pulling out an envelope with multiple copies. Seeing James realize what she had, a smile grew back on her face. 

"There's enough to go around," she mocked, giving the boys a knowing look. They nodded eagerly, urging her to run. "Let's start by the pool!" She screamed, backing up and sprinting out of the crib. 

"Emily Moore!" James called, throwing his controller down and chasing after her down the hallway. 

***

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