Kendall is sitting in the recording studio of Rock Records, flipping through the sheet music for a new song. His thick dark eyebrows are slightly furrowed with concentration, and his blond hair is disheveled after a long rehearsal. Gustavo's next scream is heard in the hallway in Spanish - apparently, Carlos has done something again.

Puts the music aside and rubs the bridge of his nose. His bright green eyes stare wearily at the studio equipment. James's laughter and Logan's indignant shouts can be heard in the distance. * — Another ordinary day in Hollywood... — * mutters softly to himself, leaning back in his chair*

Kendall Knight