Playing With Fire | A Big Time Rush Story

Chapter 2: Sparks Fly

"You're the kind of reckless that should send me running
But I kinda know that I won't get far... My mind forgets to remind me you're a bad idea"

Logan:

What happened???

Cassidy:

?

Logan:

I woke up and you were gone.

Staring down at her phone, Cassidy read the text from Logan, pondering on how to respond. What would she even say? Sorry, I was just hit (once again) with the depressing realization that all I've ever be to you is a warm body, and we'll never be anything more than fuck buddies, so I decided to haul ass before you woke up, so that you couldn't convince me to stay. Yeah, that was not the conversation that needed to be had over text. With a weary sigh, she picked up her phone, opened up her messages app, and pressed on Logan's message to hide alerts from him. She couldn't deal with him right now.

Tossing her phone to the other side of the bed, she picked up her pen and notebook again, and desperately tried to focus. Writer's block was getting the best of her, which was ironic, considering that her current predicament was practically every songwriter's dream. Sex, angst, blurred lines, and unrequited love. It was all there. For whatever reason she just couldn't formulate it into verses and a chorus that would work. Tapping her pen against the blank page, Cassidy's mind began to wander, reflecting back on it how all started.

The hallway leading to the conference room hummed with nervous energy as Cassidy stood outside, her heart pounding like a drumroll heralding the start of a grand performance. On the cusp of turning eighteen, this was her first job without a parent or guardian present. And her first job being on set solo, just so happened to be a role as a regular on one of the highest rated kids shows on television. Getting cast on "Big Time Rush" had been beyond her wildest expectations. She'd felt unsure of herself after her audition, and now she couldn't believe she was standing in a hall of Universal Studios right before her first table read.

January 2013

As the door swung open, Cassidy's hazel eyes widened, absorbing the scene before her. The room was alive with bustling activity, cast and crew members huddled around a lengthy table; scripts scattered across its surface like cherished artifacts. She swallowed her nerves, determined to project an air of confidence.

Today, the table read would introduce her character, Laine—a mix of excitement and apprehension swirled within her. She stepped forward, crossing the threshold with the determination to embrace this new chapter.

Her arrival did not go unnoticed. An alluring figure caught her eye—Logan Henderson, his magnetic presence lighting up the room. She recognized him instantly, a charismatic force in every sense. Cassidy's breath hitched as his gaze met hers, an electrifying connection sparking between them.

A friendly smile curved his lips. "Hey, you must be Cassidy, right?"

Cassidy's heart raced, the warmth of his greeting almost completely unnerving her. "Y-yeah, yes. I am," she stammered.

He extended his hand, his touch igniting a spark that seemed to leap across the gap between them. "Nice to meet you, Cassidy. Welcome to the team."

His charisma was undeniable, his eyes a captivating shade that held a hint of mischief. "Thanks," Cassidy replied, feeling the flush of her cheeks betray her composure. "I'm excited to be here."

As the table read commenced, Cassidy immersed herself in her role, riding the waves of dialogue and emotions. Yet, amidst the flurry of words, her attention occasionally strayed toward Logan. There was an unexplainable magnetism about him—an allure she couldn't resist.