So I've done it again. I know I'm the worst. Yes, again it is rate M for MATURE this time only for language so far. You'll understand soon enough...,

Disclaimer: Well, y'know I don't own BTR. But if I did, I'd make everything the way it is. Accept for the fact that I'd be screwing James every god damn night I could! Did I say that out loud? Oh me!

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Jemma, a recently discovered dancer was 'hired' as a back up dancer for Big Time Rush's new video for City is Ours. She had been invited by the guys in the lobby. No, she wasn't about to leave the Palm Woods, the guys had just been telling everyone they could be in the video. So technically speaking she wasn't hired, but more of told she could be in the video.

Jemma or Jem, as she liked to be called, didn't really know much about Big Time Rush. She had honestly never met them but being in a music video had sounded like a great option. Her mom and her had just moved to the Palm Woods from Brooklyn, NewYork because she was cast in a theatrical play of Beauty and the Beast as a dancing tea cup. The show was coming up within the next few weeks and she figured that by being in the City is Ours video she could get in some extra dance practice.

Jem milled around with a bunch of other kids on the roof of some old apartment building where the video was being shot. Most of these people were strangers there were only a few she had actually met at the Palm Woods. A dark haired girl came up to her. She was dressed in a pink and gray cocktail dress with black button up boots.

"Hey! You're new at the Palm Woods right?" She asked thrusting her hand out towards Jem.

"Uh, yeah." Jem said smiling and taking the brunette's hand.

They shook hands and sort of looked around awkwardly. "I'm Camille." Camille almost shouted.

Jem flinched a little bit. "I'm Jemma, call me Jem." Jem said just as people began whooping and hollering. "Hey, what's going on?"

Camille laughed and pointed over to a group of guys who had just walked through the doors to the roof. They were all extremely hot, but only one caught Jem's eye, and that was James. "Who are they?" Jem asked pointing at the guys.

"Who are they? Their the whole reason we're here. That's Kendall, James, Carlos and Logan. AKA Big Time Rush. Silly." Camille giggled as Logan waved in her direction.

Jem made a small oh mouth. "I didn't really get to meet them when they invited me to this thing."

"That's okay. Most of these people don't know them either. They just came from the streets."

"Who's the tall brunette?" Jem asked pointing at James.

Camille laughed until she had to hold her stomach. "That is James, He's such a pretty boy though, you could probably do much better. Kendall is the blonde, he's with my friend Jo over by the speakers. Carlos is single and Logan is mine."

Jem smiled. At least James was single, because so was she. "How long have you an Logan been dating?'

"Oh we aren't dating. Yet." Camille walked away laughing manically.

That was incredibly creepy. Now, mission priority number one, get James to notice you. How will you do it? Dance up to him when he isn't singing? Take the center floor? Talk to him before or after the video is filmed? So many options.

"Alright! Let do this!" The director yelled and the guys stepped into position and the crowed cleared away. The song began. It was catchy and fun, Jemma found herself easily dancing to it. She wore a striped black and white shirt with a v-neck cardigan over it with jeans and tennis shoes. She was pretty sure she wasn't going to be doing any serious dance numbers. Her blonde hair bounced wildly as she jumped and twirled around.

At one point she got a little carried away and bumped right into James. Unfortunately he had just begun singing the first set of lyrics other than the chorus.

"…it was only a month ago, everybody said we were dreamin'-" Bam! There goes Jemma smashing into her favorite guy. James toppled to the ground with Jem on top of him. "Hey!" He yelped as his head whacked against the floor.

"Cut!" The director yelled and pushed through the crowd to get to James

James was just about to open his mouth to yell at Jem when he caught her eyes. They were so green and beautiful it was the most enticing thing he had ever seen. His smile widened across his face as he helped the girl off him.

Jem was beet red in the face as she registered that she had just crushed James with her reckless jumping around. "I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to ruin everything. I just got a little carried away and-"

James put one finger to the girls mouth. "It's fine. It was bound to happen with all of us jumping around up her. You're fine."

The director came over looking like a vein was ready to burst in his temple. "I knew it was a bad idea to have unprofessional dancers up her! Look what happened!"

James tightened his mouth. "Hey, it was an accident-"

"Wait wait wait, excuse me?" Jem said holding her hand up in the directors face. "I am a professional dancer you better watch what you say or I'll knock your ass out."

There was a large ohhhhh from the crowd as they all fell silent. James looked down at the petite girl who stood beside him. He couldn't believe someone who looked so innocent could be so threatening. "Hey guys let's just keep rolling." Logan said stepping between Jem and the director.

"What'd you say missy?" The director asked looking over shorty Logan.

"Bitch, you heard me. I said watch your mouth, old man." Jem said pushing up the sleeves to her cardigan.

"What are you going to do little girl? Professional dancer you say? In what children's movies, what are you twelve?"

Jem pushed Logan out of the way like he was a stuffed animal. "You wanna go old man?" Jem spit on the ground near his feet and raised her fists. "We're gonna do this Brooklyn style if you wanna talk shit."

The director whistled into his fingers and a large black man appeared moments later. Jem hadn't even seen the guy coming he was there so quickly. "Dispose of this, child." the director said and turned away. The large black man lifted Jem up with ease and carried her away.

Before she could be full removed from the rooftop she managed to land one of her long skinny legs square against the head of the director on her way out. "Take that!" Jem waved cutely in James's direction.

James returned the wave with a flirty smile. She was small and intimidating. Strangely enough, she peeked his curiosity.

Well isn't Jemma just the sassyist bit of the sassafrass root? James likes the tough girl this time around! Whoo Whoo! ~Iska

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