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"Big Time Battle of the Bands", Chapter 2: Big Time Discovery

"Twenty-five bright, shiny platinum records."

A certain Hawk, wearing his smoky gray suit, paced in the office of his (struggling) record company.

"A million-dollar villa, overlooking the Hollywood Hills." He took a swig of coffee from his mug. It bore the company logo: an imposing silhouette of a hawk.

"A Lamborghini to die for." He faced the window. A billboard stared back at him. BIG TIME RUSH'S ALBUM "ALL OVER AGAIN" COMING SOON.

"And for WHAT?" he yelled, answered by nothing except the traffic down below. Realizing that his cup was empty, he agitatedly shuffled over to the coffee pot.

He sipped the freshly steaming liquid and continued, "I finally get out of the slammer, and how do I celebrate freedom? I turn over every stone and twig, searching for some ounce of talent. A one-hit wonder, even! I mean, really..."

He trained his icy stare on the radio, which sat atop his desk.

Here I am, there you are,

Why does it seem so far?

Next to you is where I should be (Where I wanna be)

Something I want so bad

Know what’s inside y—

The singing crackled and fizzled out as Hawk poured a scalding stream of coffee onto the radio.

He was breathing harshly. "Better say your prayers, Gustavo Rocque. Because when Hawk rises from the ashes, you will be the first to fall." Another loud slurp from his cup. "CAW!!" he shrieked.

......

Later that morning, a sleek bus pulled up to a stop near Hawk Records. The Pussycat Dolls’ "When I Grow Up" bumped out of its stereo.

As the doors swung open, four young girls filed down the steps: One was raven-haired with hazel eyes, one had caramel locks and piercing amber eyes, one sported a long brown ponytail, and one had curly brown hair in a bun. They were all tanned and shapely.

"There it is, girls! Hawk Records." Chloe, the raven-haired girl, said jubilantly.

"YES!! FINALLY!" whooped Mikee, the girl with the ponytail.

There was a confused hush as the girls looked around. "So...now what?" Mikee asked uncertainly.

The caramel-haired one, Jessica, produced a compact mirror and tube of pink lipstick. The other three looked at her strangely. Behind her big pink sunglasses, she rolled her eyes. "Hey, if this is my only chance to become a totally poppin' princess of pop, I might as well look my best, right?" She intently smeared on the lipstick.

The curly-haired girl raised one thick eyebrow. "Um, you know you said 'pop' twice, right?" she pointed out.

Jessica snapped the mirror shut and leaned close to her. "You bet I did, Elena." she smirked.

Chloe motioned to her friends. "Come on, guys. We didn't fly all this way for nothing." Luggage bags rolling behind them, they made their way up the sun-kissed pavement to the double doors.

The first person they encountered was Hawk's secretary. In fact, she was the only one in sight. She already seemed out of place, sitting behind a tiny desk in the desolate lobby. But her impassive, ‘I-hate-the-world’ expression only emphasized the room's emptiness.

The gang had initially been impressed by the spotlessly professional setting. This impression was dampened as soon as they laid eyes on her.

"Good morning! We're here to see Mr. Hawk?" Chloe tried.

Jessica removed her sunglasses, flipped her hair out of her eyes, and looked up with a disarming smile. "That's right! It's been my lifelong dream to become the next JLo, and sing amongst the stars. Though, I'll also settle for a leading lady movie role." The others stared at the ceiling. They'd heard this speech ad nauseam.

The secretary couldn't have looked more bored if Jessica had been reciting a phone book. "Yes. I'm sure you would." she droned sarcastically. Their smiles fell at her tone.

She sighed. "Well, he's free. Office is on the sixth floor." Her blank gaze dropped back to her desktop computer.

The girls looked at each other. "Uh...great, thanks!" Chloe said, smiling as cheerfully as she could. Realizing that their good spirits were not going to rub off on this woman, they scuffled towards the elevator.

......

They stood before the shiny office doors. Now that their moment had arrived, the task at hand seemed much more overwhelming.

Mikee emitted a loud sigh. "Welp. This is it. Who's gonna do it?" She nudged Elena. "You should do it. You're really good with words."

The brunette immediately shook her head. "Only when I’m writing essays for school. Oral introductions aren't my forte." she anxiously explained.

Jessica turned to Chloe. "Chloe, you chipped in the most for the plane tickets. If anyone should do it, it's you."

Chloe tucked some strands of black hair behind her ears, smoothed out her yellow blouse, and took a deep breath. She raised her hand and knocked firmly.

Hawk was reading a thick book at his desk. Getting Rich for Evil Dummies!, the title screamed. He started at the sudden sound.

He fumbled with the book before dropping it in the desk drawer. "Enter!" he barked.

The doors tentatively opened. Hawk's eyebrow quirked as the girls nervously stepped inside.

"H-hello, Mr. Hawk!" stammered Chloe.

"And what do you want?" he asked curtly.

All of them looked semi-terrified, except Jessica. She was glancing around the office like it was a majestic shrine. Chloe cleared her throat and continued, "Let's just begin by introducing ourselves. My name is Chloe Martinez. And this is my friend, Mikayla Rogers."

Mikee jumped forward and stuck out her hand, which Hawk warily shook. "But friends call me Mikee." she added, grinning.

Chloe placed her hands on Elena's shoulders, bringing her into better view. "This is Elena Slate."

Elena shyly waved. "Hi."

Chloe gestured to the wonderstruck teen beside her. "This is—"

"Jessica Carlton." Jessica thrust in, fervently shaking his hand. "It's such a pleasure to finally meet you in the flesh!"

Chloe cleared her throat again, giving Jessica a look. She awkwardly giggled and released her grip.

Chloe went on, "Together, we are Cross My Heart. And, well, we're a quartet." She smiled as she added, "You’ve made so many people’s dreams come true. We were hoping you could give us a record deal, so we can get a little more exposure."

"And maybe run into Big Time Rush along the way!" Mikee chimed in. They giggled. Hawk didn’t even bother to stifle his yawn.

Once Chloe had stopped giggling, she continued, "Anyway, we're from Arizona, and we've always wanted to—"

"Oh, Arizona, eh? How very...very interesting. I've held many an audition there." he boredly interrupted. He seemed much more interested in adjusting the papers on his desk.

Jessica blurted out, "Really? So we really have a chance?" Mikee smacked her shoulder, earning herself a harder smack in return.

Hawk got up and slowly walked to the window. "Girls," he said, "I am a very busy man. Do you have any idea how many prospects I go through every week?"

When they didn't respond, he coolly continued, "Can you even fathom what it takes to succeed in the music industry?"

"Um..." Chloe hesitated.

"No. You can't." he snapped, wheeling around. "I have yet to find one single shred of musical fortitude in this talentless land."

He went back to his chair, placed his feet up on the desk, and calmly picked up a newspaper. "So, to spare all of our sanities, I think it would be best if you four turn yourselves around, leave the Hawk’s lair, and fly south for the winter. Get the picture?" Without another word, he tore open the paper and whipped it in front of his face.

They could do nothing but stand there in shell-shocked silence. Mikee looked at Chloe and whispered, "C?"

Chloe nodded. "It's huddle time." she quietly declared. They looped arms and huddled together, whispering their strategy. Hawk turned a page of his newspaper, not caring in the slightest.

Then, they turned around and broke into their song.

He tensed as soon as they began harmonizing. They were...amazing. Incredible! They were just as good as Big Time Rush—maybe even better. As Jessica belted her pitch-perfect runs, one could practically see a spotlight glowing on her. She was obviously taking her one shot to stardom and using it for all it was worth.

Hawk slowly, very slowly, lowered the paper. The gears in his head were wickedly turning. He'd finally found it—this was his last chance to get sweet revenge.

Once they'd finished, he was temporarily speechless. He stood up and adjusted his dark shades. A smile spread across his face. "Ladies..." he began, "It looks like the Hawk will have to make an exception."

The girls’ eyes widened. A split-second later, they started squealing. “Walk of Fame, here we come!” Jessica exuberated, hair flouncing as she hopped for joy.

Hawk gestured for them to settle down. “But before we begin our friendly relations, I want to make one thing very clear. Please, have a seat.” Still tittering excitedly, they sank into the black leather couch across from him.

He reposed in his chair. “I take it you’re Big Time Rush fans.”

They nodded eagerly. “Those guys are so cool.” Mikee gushed.

“Actually, they inspired us to become Cross My Heart. It’s mind-blowing how people with such humble beginnings could become what they are now.” Chloe explained.

Hawk thoughtfully traced circles on the desk. “It’s a darn shame that they couldn’t stay humble...” he remarked casually.

They looked at one another, confused. Chloe swallowed before speaking. "What...what do you mean?"

His smile became wistful. "Not many people know this, but I once signed Big Time Rush to my label." he lied. "Oh, such nice young men they were. They came to me, just as you did. They placed all their trust in me to make their superstar dreams come true. Once I finally succeeded..." He trailed off with a sigh. "The pressures of fame changed them. Stabbed me in the back, they did."

"No!" Jessica and Mikee exclaimed. A horrified Chloe added, "Oh...that sounds awful."

"I did everything I could to make Kendall happy. I really did! I even let him write a song or two. But as soon as he got a taste of the limelight—" The back of his hand came down hard on the table. "—he bit the hand that fed him. Now, he's no better than any other spoiled pop tart."

Chloe's brows furrowed. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. The boy she idolized could really be that terrible?

"James? Why, the kid was so obsessed with himself, he would even turn against his own bandmates. Always had to be in the center." Hawk went on. Jessica gasped. She looked like she was on the verge of tears.

"Then there’s Logan: the snot-nosed smart aleck who was more interested in running his mouth than running a show." Elena suddenly looked crestfallen.

Mikee quickly spoke up. "N-not Carlos. He's totally sweet."

He shook his head and sighed. "Behind that helmet lies a heart just as black." She hung her head.

"But that is in the past." he spat. "They're not even worth discussing. Take it from Hawk himself, ladies. Big Time Rush is nothing more than an overrated herd of hooligans. And besides," he started to snigger, "boy bands are over! They lost their appeal ages ago!" He was guffawing now.

"However." he said, all the laughter gone. He rose from his chair, ambled around his desk, and loomed over them. "Cross My Heart is a girl group. So, I just have one question for you."

Their eyes twinkled. "Yeah?" they gasped.

He smiled again. "Are the Hawk’s chicks ready to spread their wings and soar?" As if to punctuate the question, he raised his arms like a bird and screeched, “CAW!”

The band erupted in cheers.

#I have this idea that Gustavo is always one step ahead of Hawk #If Hawk has 25 platinum records Gustavo has 29 (which he does- he said so in the pilot)#If Hawk has a $1 million villa Gustavo has a $2 million mansion #And this is why Hawk resents him so much #big time rush #my fanfiction #fanfiction #btrtv #chapter 2

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