Bailey's eyes twitched slightly, her body slowly awakening. Slowly letting the dim light from her alarm clock in through her eyelids, she smiled as she remembered the events from the previous night; her first commercial, the lovely dinner, the cushions that were now upset on the couch in the living room. Almost chuckling out loud, she rolled over in search of Joe's sleeping body. Frowning at the sight of her empty, extra pillow, Joe wasn't laying next to her. Missing the feeling of his warm arms wrapped around her waist, she rubbed her eyes as she slid out of her bed, wearing only a pair of underwear and a tight cami that showed a little bit of her midriff. Her blonde bun was messy and practically falling out, a few loose strands hanging in her face as her bare feet trailing along the carpet in the hallway of 'her' tiny house.

"Joe?" she groggily called out, dragging out the 'oh' with a yawn. Peering down the hallway, the open door to the bathroom signified that he wasn't 'taking care of business'. Sighing, Bailey made her way into the living room to see the couch was made up; cushions back in place, the afghan hanging over the back. Who knew a simple make-out session could get so intense.

Realizing that Joe wasn't anywhere in the house, Bailey reluctantly made her way into the kitchen to find a note laying on the counter.

"Sorry I had to go. I didn't want to wake you.
Parker called, needed me in the studio.
Said you'd be down later, so I'll see you then.
<3 Joe"


Smiling down at his sloppy writing, she tossed the note on the counter and made her way back to her room. Noticing that it was only 7am, she took her time to shower, do her hair and get dressed in one of her favorite outfits before heading down to the studio. She had no idea what to expect. The past two days had been packed with surprises.

- - - - -

"Here, you take it!" Joe hissed, tossing a 'glass' vessel to Jasmine, also known as Rebecca, another character in the J.O.N.A.S. script. Jasmine grasped onto the vessel and shot Joe, who was wearing a black 'spy' outfit accompanied with a pair or weird goggles, an angry glare.

"No! Kevin told you to take care of the Boss!" she snapped back, tossing the vessel back. Joe reached for it, but his hand slipped, resulting in the vessel clinking as it hit the ground.

"CUT!" Parker exclaimed prior to Jasmine and Joe bursting out into laughter.

"That's the forth time, Joe! Just catch the darn thing." she laughed as Joe bent over to pick up the plastic prop that interrupted the scene.

"Ok, ok." he chuckled, getting back into his original position with the vessel in his hand.

"Action!" Parker directed.

"Here, you take it!" Joe repeated his lines he had said moments ago, tossing the clear plastic to Jasmine. Within seconds, she missed it; the plastic clinked to the ground once again.

"Cut." Parker mumbled, putting down his megaphone in defeat and slipping out of his chair to approach the dark set. "Why don't you two go toss a baseball around or something, work in your catching. It's horrific." he shook his head and headed off the set.

"Why do you have to suck so bad!" Joe exclaimed, a grin on his face as he playfully punched Jasmine in the arm.

"Sorry that your suckiness has rubbed off on me." she laughed.

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever." he pushed it off, then fumbled for his vibrating cell phone in his pocket.

"Oooooh. No phones on set!" Jasmine exclaimed, pointing at him annoyingly and glancing around for someone of authority. Of course she was only joking around. Waving her off once again, he smiled into his phone.

"Hey mom." he answered. "We're on set, what's up?"

"Taco." she replied dully.

"What? Taco? Is he alright?" Joe began to panic, his mind instantly escalating to the worst. He's been away from him for more than 24 hours, and to be honest, he completely forgot about him.

"Hun, he's not moving. He's been in the same spot for the past 5 hours and he hasn't moved a bit. It doesn't even look like he's breathing." his mom informed him hopelessly. He gasped, then froze for a second.

"Is he laying on his rock?"

"Yeah."

"Ma, -" Joe chuckled. "He's just sleeping." he rubbed his forehead and forced a smile on his face after his mini panic-attack. "Just pick him put, flip him over in your hand, and then rub his tummy."

"Ok, hold on." she muffled into the phone, cradling it in-between her shoulder and ear as she opened the lid to Taco's 'Sacred Sanctuary', as Joe insisted to call it. Putting his hand on his hip and holding the phone up to his ear with the other, Joe turned to see a worried look on Jasmine's face. Giving her a reassuring nod and smile, she nodded in return, then acted as if the vessel in her hand was the most amusing thing ever. "Oh, oh. He's ok!" Mrs.Jonas exclaimed cheerfully. "Sorry for bothering you, sweetie."

"It's alright, mom." he laughed into the mouthpiece.

"Tell your brothers I said hi and that I love them, ok?" she asked. He could hear the assertiveness in her voice.

"Ok mom." he let his head fall as he listened to her 'motherly' words, not even knowing where Nick and Kevin were at that moment. They didn't shoot until after him.

"See you later, sweetie!" she grinned.

"-Oh yeah, ma. We're rolling all night tonight. We won't get back to late." Joe reluctantly informed, waiting for her to object to the fact that they had been working on the show for the past 9 hours already. It was after 2pm and he'd been there since 5, running on almost no sleep.

"Alright. Well, your dad and I will see you when you get here." she still put on a smile through the phone, even if she knew she wasn't going to see her boys until the next day anyway. Mrs.Jonas was going through somewhat of a withdraw from the insanity of her sons; she missed saying, 'Joseph, put that down!', or 'Kevin, don't be so critical!', or even a simple, 'Nick, stop fidgeting with your hair!'. She knew there wasn't going to be a lot of family time over the next few months.

"Bye mom. Love you!" Joe smiled into the phone before slipping it back into his pocket.

"Aw, how cute." Jasmine smiled. "Here, catch." she stated quickly, throwing the vessel at him. She rolled her eyes as he missed it again. "You're seriously pathetic, you know that?"

"Psh." he huffed, bending over and snatching up the prop. "You're just jealous."

- - - - -

"Bailey my dear!" Mr.Parker exclaimed, walking into the 'lounge' area that was in a totally separate part of the entire warehouse. Bailey looked up from a thick stack of an untitled script and at the expectant face of the producer.

After arriving at the warehouse around 9 that morning, she was instantly escorted into that room where she was ordered to read that entire script; cover to cover. Only finishing moments before Mr.Parker barged in, she was completely caught up in a trance, putting herself into the script as she read the dramatic piece. It had somewhat of a typical plot; boy likes girl, girl likes boy. Boy starts a little drama, girl gets mad. Dramatic climax in the middle, then a slow solution to solve the main problem. Except the only thing Bailey hadn't read was the ending; the last few pages seemed to be missing, which left her on edge to see what happened to the boy and the girl.

"Hey." Bailey looked up at him just as expectantly as he stared down at her. "So, um, I read this just like that lady told me to. -Now what?"

"What'd you think?" he asked, crossing his arms in front of his body, analyzing every expression that played on her face.

"The storyline was just amazing. I mean, how everything played out, the wording, the plot." she began to ramble in awe as his grin began to widen. "It was just awesome."

"Awesome?" he chuckled. "Five hours of straight reading and the only word you can use to describe it is awesome?"

"Um. . ." she eyed him for a moment. "It was. . .the awesome-est thing I have ever read?" she continued in a questionable tone.

"Great!" Mr.Parker exclaimed, his hands shooting up and clapping together.

". . .Are you going to tell me what I actually read?" Bailey forced out a chuckle, holding up over 300 pages of words.

"Yep. -It's the script for the new Disney Original Movie; due to air next fall." he replied proudly, almost puffing out his chest in triumph.

"Uh-huh." she slowly nodded her head once, wanting to know what this man was getting at, hoping he hadn't made her read all of that for nothing.

"How would you like to play the leading role of Kelsey?" he grinned, Bailey's heart stopping in her chest as his eyes locked onto hers.





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