(A/N:) This is a story that's just been making its way more and more into my mind the past few weeks, so I just wanted to get it out there. Now, not much happens in this chapter, because it's mainly just to get people a feel for the story and a little background info, since this is set a few years in the future. I also intend for the following chapters to be a bit longer than this, but I figure first chapters are just a bit slow going in general. So basically, if you don't love this chapter, please don't base your judgement on this. However, if you love it, then please do! And, as always, I love reviews, so R&R, please!
- Mari
Instant Replay by Marianna Giniagio
Chapter 1
Sadie Harrison stood on the front doorstep of the house she and her family had once inhabited. Closing her eyes and taking a deep, steadying breath, she lifted the key to the lock and firmly slid it inside. As she turned it, she felt the door click roughly from the position it had been in for the past five years, and opened her eyes to the realization that she had to do this. There was no hiding from it. Her sister was coming back to Toronto for good; she needed to be prepared for what was in store for her once that plane landed.
Sadie stepped inside the musty-smelling, unused house and set her scarf on the table still by the door. Although there had been no one living in it, the house was still furnished with everything she remembered. She had moved in with her fiancée, who already had everything, minus the clothing, makeup, etc. And there was no way Jude could have taken all this stuff with her to London.
But she had to break it in. Jude was planning on moving back in here when she came back, and it needed to get a homey feeling back in it. "Thanks, Jude, give me one days' warning that you're moving back. Real nice, sis," Sadie muttered to herself, while giving the place a good once-over.
For the next few hours, Sadie busied herself, cleaning up the house for Jude's arrival, but eventually she realized she could not put off the necessary phone call. She lowered herself slowly onto the couch in the living room. Her cell phone lay on the coffee table in front of her. Sadie reached out to grab the phone and held it securely in her hands, glaring at it, as if it were the reason for her dilemma: calling Jude. She had two pieces of information, which she knew her sister would not want to hear.
The first, being about her engagement. She had been engaged for only a week, and wanted Jude to be her maid of honor. That, however, was not the dreaded part; the scary part was telling Jude who, exactly, she was marrying. Sadie knew that, though they hadn't know each other for very long, neither her sister nor her future husband had a very good perception of the other. That's why she decided to convince both that they had changed.
The second part, didn't affect Sadie, as much as it did Jude. Jude was happy to finally be going home. To everything that hadn't provided her constantly with drama, that is. The main source of that drama, as it happened, decided to leave Toronto, for his native Montreal, two years back. And what do you know, right when Jude's career is winding down, he gets a job offer back at G-Major.
Sadie, over the past few years, has worked herself up the G-Major chain, all the way into the position of Vice President. A lot more has changed at G-Major, since Jude left, though. Darius Mills stepped down as G-Major President/Owner and sold it back to Georgia Bevans, who managed to work herself up enough money to successfully run it again. Also, Georgia, with her charismatic powers, managed to get everyone back from NBR, but kept Jamie and Zeppelin as producers, until they decided to move to the States.
'At least,' Sadie thought, 'Jamie called Jude and told her about that one.' That was one thing on her agenda she would rather not have to relate back to her sister, on top of all the other stuff she has to tell her.
Sadie flipped her phone up and glanced at the LCD screen, before pressing the speed-dial number 2, Jude. Sadie groaned in frustration as she heard her sister's voice come over the speaker. "Hi, if you're calling now, then you probably don't know I'm on the plane back to Canada! So, leave a message, and I'll call you when I get there! Bye!" Sadie rolled her eyes at her sister's recorded voice and decided to leave a message.
"Hey, Jude. Oh sorry about the reference. I was just calling to talk, can't wait until you're actually here tomorrow! Bye!" Sadie slammed the phone back down onto the coffee table and swore. She was not happy about the prospect of having to tell Jude everything in person. Or risking the chance that she would hear it from somebody else, before she could tell her.
Jude stepped onto the British Airways plane that would take her back to Toronto. Smiling at the stewardess as she passed, she looked around and found her seat in first class. Staring out the window, at all the other planes and the city beyond the airport, she said goodbye to London, and accepted her life how it used to be. Minus, some not-so-easy-to-forget memories.
She leaned her head back on the headrest and prepared to endure the seven-hour flight back home. She always hated these long flights, but hopefully she wouldn't be leaving Toronto anytime soon. As soon as that thought went through her head, she fell asleep, dreaming of old times, and a certain someone that she was desperate to forget.
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