okay I was thinking and I decided that I'll have a fanfic for all three brothers. One fanfic for each of the brothers!! So this one is the Kevin one!

Prologue!

I'm Nichole Richards. Most people just call me Chloe. I have no idea why. I moved from Australia to California with hopes to become famous. I even turned down the best college in Sydney! But now in fantasies of fame and fortune I have nothing. I have the occastional phone call or letter from my friends and family but other than that...I'm the Crazy English Chick!

Chapter 1

My alarm clock started screaming. I quickly pushed the snooze button and returned to my pillow. My soft, pillow. With goose feathers inside. Aw...comfy. Five minutes later when the alarm went off again, I found the energy to turn it off. I had to get to work after all. I quickly took a shower and got dressed in my work uniform. My work uniform was a pair of khaki pants, a white polo, a pair of white sneakers and of course my apron. At my job I had to wear an apron. I put my hair into a bun and put a dab of mascara and lip-gloss on. I pinned my nametag to my apron and headed towards the Johann's fabric store a mile away.

I walked in, the door dinging when I opened it. i used to love that sound but now...I thought of it as a pain! Just think I had to listen to that 400 times a day!! "Good morning Chloe." My manager Rebecca greeted. "Good mornin'." I said. I went to my post at the measuring table where we measured and cut the fabric. I sighed. This was totally not the most glamorus job, but it wasn't the worst, especially since I got to show people the things I loved. Back at home, I sewed all the time, but my specialty was knitting. I knitted everything...from scarves to sweaters! From purses to gloves!

Around noon, which was when my shift ended, but I had to come back at four for another shift, that ended at 8. "I'm out!" I said. "Good luck." Rebecca said, as soon as I walked out the door. I got into my car and drove two more blocks to my talent place. I took acting lessons there and my coach thought I'd be good enough to do a few plays and eventually a movie. "Hey guys!" I said, walking into the practice room, with my script in my hand. My co-stars, Alexis Graham, Danielle Roland, Josh Dawn and Julio Lopez all waved in my direction.

They were talking in whispers about something. Suddenly Josh started walking in my direction. "Hey Chloe." Josh greeted. "yo." I greeted. "Or should I call you Crazy English Chick?" Josh asked, jokingly. "I'm Australian Mate." I said. "Right." Josh said. "So what's up?" I asked. "Well, they were talking about you." Josh replied. "When don't they?" I asked. "Never!" Josh replied. Josh was basically my best friend. he understood me. We liked eachother as friends, nothing more. He gave off the brother vibe. "Well, they were talking about how you don't have an agent and stuff." Josh said. "Well, I'm planning to find an agent soon!" I exclaimed. "Well, they gave me a few numbers to give you." Josh said. He handed me a piece of ripped notebook paper. Three numbers were listed. One for a man named: "John McGee" another one for a woman named: "Michelle Hamilton" and one for a man named "Paul Jonas SR." "Thank you...I guess!" I said. I pocketed the piece of paper and we got to work, practicing all the scenes and stuff.

Chapter 2

That night, after my second shift. I drove home. I took off my pants replacing them with my green Mickey mouse shorts. Before I threw my pants in my dirty clothes hamper I searched all the pockets making sure I didn't leave anything in it. I found the piece of notebook paper. I looked at the numbers. Quickly I grabbed my cellphone which was on it's charger.

I dialed the number for John McGee. "Hello, you have reached John McGee, talent agent. Sorry but I am unavalible, try calling back between the times of 8:00 AM and 5:00 PM. Thank you." the phone said. The phone beeped. "Hello, John McGee. I'm Nichole Richards and I am an actress and my friends say that I need an agent, so I was wondering if you'd like to have the job. When you get this message please call me back at 555-1265. Thank you." I said. I hung up.

The next number was for Michelle Hamilton. That line was busy. I hung up and called the next number. Paul Jonas SR.'s number. Why did he have an SR one his name? Was he a very important member of his company or was he simply the first of his name? I didn't know. I dialed the number. Someone picked up. "Hello, Jonas residence." the person said, a boy. "Hi, I'm looking for Paul Jonas." I said. "That's me." The voice said. This voice sounded kinda young. "Are you Paul Jonas senior?" I asked. "No...that's my father. hold on." The boy said. The boy went to get his dad. "Hello?" An aged voice greeted. "Hello are you Paul Jonas senior?" I asked. "Yes I am. May I ask who's calling?" Paul Jonas said. "I'm Nichole Richards." I introduced. "I am an actress and my friends convinced me to find an agent. They gave me this number so I decided to call it." I explained. "Okay so you are an actress who needs an agent?" Paul Jonas asked. "yes." I said. "Are you currently working on a project?" Paul Jonas asked. "Yes, I'm doing a play for the 
Russel Theater. The play is called: 'Forgive and Forget'." I explained. "When do you have practice?" Paul Jonas asked. "I have it tomorrow from 12:00 to 3:30." I said. "Okay perfect. I'll be visiting you to see if you're worth agenting." Paul Jonas said. Was agenting a word? "Thank you so much!" I said. "Pleasure to help." Paul Jonas said. I hung up.

I smiled happily as I put my phone away and tucked myself into bed. Resting my head on my goose feather pillow. Soon I was asleep!

What's gonna' happen...I don't know..the supense is killing me!! Comment to find out what happens!!