Big Time Song Bird | James Diamond

phases of the moon

Like clockwork, the five teens were at Rocque Records working tirelessly in the studio. The band was recording one of the new songs Gustavo wrote, which Crowe helped in finishing. For once letting someone besides himself write some lyrics and add opinions of their own.

She's been trying for days on end to get Gustavo to use another one of her songs for the band, from leaving the journal wide open for him to see 'by accident' and hoping he finds it. To just straight up giving him the recent song she's so close to completing. But of course, he never budged. He would barely skim the pages over before handing it back without another thought. Ignoring any kind of suggestions from anyone on his next song.

Big Time Rush, aside from the singing, went over the new choreography they learned from Mr. X a few days ago. Getting better with each practice, even if they still have some fumbles with the moves. Even improving on their singing skills, Big Time Rush getting better with every practice. Kelly sat next to Crowe on the left, both of them jamming along. Crowe glanced to her right at Gustavo for some kind of reassuring input, yet he didn't seem pleased with their work. In the countless days they've been here, it's been hard to get his approval or give the band a single compliment.

She's used to the attitude and used to being frustrated in not knowing if anything was ever good enough. Except this time caring more about him showing some kind of positive feedback for the guys, rather than her.

When they finished a clean practice, Logan cheered and threw his hands back. Right square in Carlos' face and knocking in down. None of the guys helped him up, letting him do it himself. Crowe winced and followed the producer into the dance studio with Kelly in tow.

"Gustavo, the song is great." Kendall said his praises. "Um, of course, it's great. I wrote it." Gustavo was always giving himself a pat on the back, never thinking about anyone else. "With my help." Crowe chirped, standing next to Gustavo. Practically frowning when he didn't acknowledge her one bit and continued, "But the band isn't great. What's missing is the secret rock and roll ingredient." He went down the row, passing the boys while they each took a guess, except for Kendall who cared less. Taking a glance at Crowe to see if she knew, only shrugging as a response.

"Hair mousse." James' hair-related guess. Of course.

"Chocolate mousse." Carlos' food-related guess. Sounds good.

"Spandex? Please don't say spandex." Logan's odd outfit guess. Why would he? Raising an eyebrow at his misplaced worries.

But Gustavo had something completely different in mind. "The bad boy." The wave of his hand showed the, possibly fake, enthusiasm he had. Shaking Logan he explained further, "The ill-tempered rebel with a flair for synchronized dance. One of you has to be it." Gustavo went down the line as he wanted to make the band excited about who it was going to be. But Crowe grew suspicious of where he came up with the idea and more importantly, why.

Each boy smiling to themselves and waiting to be singled out. "I say it's Kendall." Gustavo grinned at the boy and Kelly backed him up, apparently knowing the plan already. Kendall was in disbelief but Crowe thought otherwise, usually he was the one pulling the others into his plan. So it did fit his personality, it's just Kendall didn't want to admit it.

He can't pull off looking like a bad boy though. Attitude, yeah maybe. But I don't know about the rest. Head tilted, she eyed each one down. Trying to envision them wearing a darker and edgier look, but it wasn't going to be any better than their looks now. Logan had the nerdy type of look, so no on him. Carlos is the more fun one instead of dark and broody. And James...maybe if he wanted to he could. He had the attitude to compare but the looks, not so much.