Disclaimer: I do NOT own BTR or Breanne Ryan Summers. She is owned by BreeZ.

Author's Note: As I said in the disclaimer, I don't own Breanne. One of my reviewers asked if I could make her an OC and I decided to do it.

I'd like to say thx to BreeZ, skb.0104, and Munchkin Jeeves. You guys/girls are awesome!

Q2) if you met justin bieber what would you do?

A2) Honestly, I would hurl. I loathe Justin Bieber. His music is okay, but I just don't like him as a person. No offense to Bieber luvers.

Q3) If you could have any super power what would it be and why?

A3) I would have telekinesis and telepathy. Why? Cause I'm already super smart, so being able to do things would be awesome (i.e. RULE THE WORLD!)

Chapter 2- You hate them too?

Beep! Beep! Beep! Thud.

"Ow," I groaned. That's the last time I fall asleep at my computer desk. I bet I'll have a huge bump on my head later on. Slowly, carefully, I got up and stretched. All of my muscles were stiff from the position I fell asleep in. I swear, I'm suffering from major jetlag, the last thing I need is sore muscles. Sighing, I made my way to my En Suite bathroom and showered. I let the hot water work the tensions out of my muscles, and after a half an hour, I got out.

I wore black skinny jeans, a red mini dress, red heels, and a black leather jacket. I applied some eyeliner, lip gloss, and smoky eye shadow. I pulled my hair into a high pony tail and letting my bangs fall in front of my face. I went into the kitchenette and saw my mom and dad in a passionate embrace.

"GOD! Get a room please!" I yelled while covering my eyes. My parents just laughed and my mom pushed a plate of chocolate chip pancakes toward me. I looked at it hungrily before devouring it. It was delicious! This is probably the only sugar loaded treat I eat before noon.

"Honey, slow down! You're gonna regret that later." My mom said between laughs.

"Your mother's right. Anyway, aren't you supposed to meet Griffin at Rocque Records in fifteen minutes?" my dad interjected. I gasped and stood up. I ran into my bathroom to brush my teeth and when I came out my mom was dangling my keys in front of me. I smiled a thanks before grabbing them and running out. I got in the elevator and tapped my foot impatiently as I waited to reach the lobby. When the doors opened I only made three steps before they happened.

Out of nowhere I heard shouting coming towards my general direction, and a second later the members of Big Time Rush were in my view. And, they had water guns! Before I could get away, Kendall ran passed me dodging James shot. Unfortunately, he only missed it because it hit me. I was instantly soaked from head to toe. I glared at them before I walked towards Mr. Bitters who was holding out a towel.

"You look like you expected this," I said. He nodded.

"With them," he gestured towards the guys who were walking over with sorry looks on their faces. "You have to expect this kinda thing." I nodded as I wiped the water off of my face. I', just glad I wore waterproof eye liner.

"We are so, so, so sorry!" James started.

"Yeah, we didn't even see you!" Carlos added.

"Oh, so not only am I a target, but I'm also invisible? Good to know. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm late." I walked away without giving them a second glance.

I seem to be doing that a lot lately.

I arrived at Rocque Records with thirty seconds to spare. My make up was fixed, (thank God for stop lights!) and my close dried thanks to my 2010 Porche Boxster convertible. What? I live in LA and I'm rich. I think I'm entitled to an awesome car. And, I know, I'm only fifteen, but I turn sixteen in two weeks and I've been driving since I was thirteen (with my dad in the car) so I think I can handle it.

Griffin was waiting for me in the lobby with a small African American woman and, WOAH! It's the marshmallow man from Ghost Busters! Okay, not really, but he looks just like him! Griffin smiled, as usual, when he saw me. I grinned back at him and walked over as quickly as possible.

"Jayden, it's good to see you!" He said. I gave him a quick hug before replying.

"The feeling's mutual. I can't believe I'm in LA. Granted, I didn't want to come at first, but this place is so amazing!" I smiled, again. He laughed before turning to the two other people.

"Jayden, this is Gustavo and Kelly. Gustavo is gonna be your producer. Gustavo, Kelly, this is Jayden Silver. Her father called me and told me about her talents so we're gonna listen to her in the recording studio." I gawked at him. I had to sing? No one told me that! Calm down, Jayden. You've done this before. You can do it again. I took a deep breathe and looked over to Marshme-Gustavo. I shook hands with him and Kelly before following them inside to a recording studio.

Before I could say anything, the music to one of my songs started playing. I took a deep breath and started singing.

I am confident, but
I still have my moments.
Baby, that's just me.

I'm not a supermodel
I still eat McDonald's.
Baby, that's just me.

Some may say I need to be afraid
Of losing everything.
Because of where I
Had my start and where I made my name
Well everything's the same
In the la-la land machine. Machine.

Who said I can't wear my
Converse with my dress?
Oh, baby, that's just me!

And who said I can't be single
I have to go out and mingle
BABY, that's not me
No, no.

Some may say I need to be afraid
Of losing everything.
Because of where I
Had my start and where I made my name
Well everything's the same
In the La-la land machine.

Tell me do you feel the way I feel
'cause nothing else is real
In the la-la land appeal


Some may say I need to be afraid
Of losing everything.
Because of where I
Had my start and where I made my name
When everything's the same
In La-la land machine
Well, I'm not gonna change
In the la-la land machine
Well I will stay the same
In La-la land...


I won't change anything of my life
(I won't change anything of my life)
I'm staying myself tonight
(I'm staying myself tonight)

La la la la la...

The last chord of the song radiated in the recording booth and I looked at Griffin and Gustavo. Griffin was smiling from ear to ear, and Gustavo had on a dazed look. I raised and eyebrow, and he snapped out of his daze. He started to say something, but I couldn't here him cause his microphone was off. I tapped my ear to tell him I couldn't hear, and Kelly pressed a button on the sound board.

"-Zing! I have never heard anyone with so much talent! I can't wait to start working with you! Did you write that song? If you can write your own songs that would be great!" A smile was slowly creeping onto my face that all my previous thought about BTR were pushed out of my head.

I walked into the Palm Woods' lobby grinning like a Cheshire cat. I had a record deal. Skip the whole demo thing. I had a record deal! I started recording tomorrow! We were gonna record my song La La Land and then go over some dance moves. Gustavo was really happy when I told him I was a professional dancer. But, he was ecstatic when I told him I played the piano and drums. So far, my new life is sweet. Except…




A scowl quickly replaced my smile as I saw the Big Time Nerds. I swear, if anything could ruin my great mood, it would be them.

"You hate them too?" a voice said from behind me. I jumped and turned around. A girl with long blond hair that went to just above her ribcage and light blue eyes that had a rim of navy around them was standing in front of me. She stood at 5"3' with a slight tan, and a muscular build.

"Um, yeah. Quick question. Who are you?" I asked.

"Breanne Ryan Summers. But you can call me Bree, Breeze or Breezey. So, what did they do to you for them to earn your hate?"

"One, flirting with me. Two, squirting me from head to toe with a water gun when I was already late. What about you?"

"Well, it's stupid. I've lived next door to them in Minnesota since we were three and they don't remember me. And," she said.

"And?" I asked.

"James stole my crayons in kindergarten." I laughed. "It's not funny!" she said while laughing. "They were glow in the dark, and I never got them back!" I stood there with her for about two more minutes laughing. When I finally caught my breath I looked at her.

"So, what are you in for?" I asked.

"You make it sound like a jail sentence," she said. I shrugged. "Modeling. But, I kinda want to be a singer/song writer. You better not tell anyone or I swear I'll hurt you." My eyes widened in play fear and I nodded vigorously.

"You know, Breezey, I think this is the start of a beautiful friendship. I mean, we have so much in common. We both like singing and song writing, and" I looked at her, a sly grin on my face. "We both hate James." We laughed and headed for the pool.

Maybe Hollywood won't be that bad.

A/N: Okay, that was longer than expected. Hope you like it. For those of you who don't know, that song was La La Land by Demi Lovato. Who also happens to be the celebrity that I chose to be Jayden. Or, for Jayden to be Demi. Anyway, you get the point.

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