What if Tommy never was a producer and him and Chaz turned into back up dancers after boyz attack? And Darius is making Jude and Shay go on a world tour together and Shay will need the best back uo dancers he can find...
Preface
"Darius, NO! This is stupid! I hate Shay, we hate each other. Besides, we have completely and totally different fan bases!" Jude paced the length of Darius' office with her blonde locks flying everytime she turned to paced in a different direction. Darius and Shay were sitting in two big, smooth as butter, leather chairs while Kwest, Jude's producer, leaned on the door frame. "Jude, what happened between us, was stupid on my part, but that was almost three years ago, get over it!"
Shay's emotionless peace offering set Jude's anger off even more. Her face was almost the same shade of red her old hair color was. Kwest could tell Shay's last comment really pissed Jude off so he went to intervine before she would say something she would regret later. "And thanks for your kind apology Shay but Darius, can I talk to Jude alone for five minutes?" Kwest was holding Jude back by her shoulders. She looked like a lion about to attack her prey. And Shay was looking like a pretty good snack. And Darius could tell.
"Fine, but only five minutes. Time is money." Kwest rolled his eyes, turned the fiery, eighteen-year old girl in his grip around, and walked them both toward Studio A. Once there, he walked Jude into the sound proof booth knowing she was ready to explode and it was usless to try to shush her. Jude stomped around the small, confined space screaming for a good two minutes straight. Then she stopped, exhausted and out of breath and just plopped down indian style on the floor and let her head hang between her legs.
Kwest pushed the intercom so Jude could hear him. Kwest may be her producer, but over the past three years since she won the Instant Star competition, Kwest has learned to love Jude as a little sister and he wasn't about to let her ruin her career and pass up this amazing opportunity just because of a vendeta she still held over Shay. "Done yet?" Jude glanced up at Kwest with that look that says, 'not even close.' "Kwest, I can't stand even being in the same room with that egotistical pompous jerk, how am I supposed to tour with him?"
"Jude, I know you and Shay aren't on the best of terms right now," Jude let out a snort at Kwest's remark. 'The best of terms, hell, I hope he dies,' Jude thought to herself while Kwest walked into the sound proof booth and knelt down to Jude's level, "but you can't pass up this opportunity for your career." Jude began to protest but Kwest cut her off. "If you can sit here and honestly tell me you don't want to go on a WORLD TOUR, then I won't push you to, but you know you want to, even if it means dealing with Shay."
Jude sat quiet for a few moments considering what Kwest said. She had been itching to go on tour for months now and this is the perfect opportunity except for...him. Shay broke her heart on her sixteenth birthday and she had moved on from him, but she still hasn't moved on from being terrified of heart ache. She tried dating a few times but nothing lasted because when things would start to get too serious, she'd put up her wall. But thinking about it, she concluded that she's eighteen now and mature enough to deal with a pansy like Shay.
Jude sighed and stood up Kwest following suit. "Lets go talk to Darius." Kwest smiled and hugged Jude. He was glad she made the right decision. "That's my favorite rocker." Jude rolled her eyes and her and Kwest walked back to Darius' office, knocked on he door, and walked in. Darius was sitting in his chair staring at Jude with a questioning look on his face while Shay was standing at the window turned around to face Jude and see what she had to say. Jude took a couple steps towards Darius' desk, looked him in the eye, glanced at Shay and then back at Darius. She inhaled and then exhaled deeply before she spoke. "I'll do it."
Sitting at a bar sipping his beer, Tom Quincy began to re-think letting his best friend, Chaz, take him out for his twenty-fourth birthday. He was sitting at some random bar/ club in New York sipping a beer, watching Chaz try to get on this girl way out of his league. Tommy was contemplating just taking a cab back to his apartment and locking himself in his room and work on his solo album that he han't told anybody about yet, not even Chaz. 'After all, people wouldn't take Lil Tommy Q, back-up dancer seriously yet, but they will,' Tom thought to himself.
Chaz unfortunately struck out with his bomb shell and turned back to Tom with an ornerary look to him. Anytime Chaz ever gave Tommy that look, bad things happened. "Hey man, see that gorgeous brunette leaning against the wall over there," Chaz pointed towards a brunette with a red high thigh length strapless dress on sipping some clear liqiud through a straw, most likely vodka. "Yeah man, what about her?" Tommy asked not really caring, she really wasn't his type. Granted back in the day during Boyz Attack, he didn't really have a type, he did anything with two legs and a vagina, but now adays, Tommy has grown up and tends to drift away from the 'put out on the first night' type of girl. Besides, he liked blondes.
"Well, she's been checking you out all night." Tommy turned back around to Chaz with a stern look on his face. "Chaz, I don't need your help in finding a girlfriend. I might be only a mere twenty-four years of age compared to your twenty-six, but I think I can manage." Tommy realized the whole age thing was a low blow but he didn't really want to deal with Chaz trying to hook him up with someone on his birthday. Turning twenty-four wasn't something Tommy wanted to celebrate anyway. At twenty-four, he still doesn't have a real life plan, a steady girl friend, or a reliable job. What was worth celebrating really? The fact that in the morning he had a rehersal with the infamous Shay and some angsty girl rocker for their world tour?
Actually speaking of, it being one thirty, Tommy decided it was time to turn in anyway to try and scrape a few measly hours of sleep before he had to wake up at six thirty to get to one of Darius' record companies 'D-Major.' Secretly, Tommy wished he was an artist there, hell, he'd be happy being an artist at any studio, but his mom always taught him that anything good was worth waiting for. "Hey man, I'm heading home since we have that rehersal thing with Darius tomorrow, actually today in the morning, about Shay's world tour. You should probably head home too."
"Yeah, you're right man. I'll call a cab since I'm alittle-" Chaz stood up and his drunken sailor steps told you more about his state of mind then words could. "Just a bit tipsy, right man?" Tommy aided Chaz outside to wait for his cab and once Chaz was in the cab and on his way home, Tommy walked the block and a half to his apartment building and went inside to try and get some sleep unaware what the morning was bound to hold.