A/N-This is something I've been working on. It focuses on Jude being angry after Tommy left. I wanted to show how angry Jude must be. I hope it turned out well. The song is Fighter by Christina Aguilera. R&R and enjoy!
Dislcaimer: I don't own Instant Star or anything associated with it, and I don't own Fighter.
"Makes me that much stronger
Makes me work a little bit harder
Makes me that much wiser
So thanks for making me a fighter
Made me learn a little bit faster
Made my skin a little bit thicker
Makes me that much smarter
So thanks for making me a fighter"
"That was great Jude. Take a break, and I'll start mixing." Kwest started pushing buttons and turning knobs on the soundboard. She took off her headphones and headed to the kitchen for a bottle of water. She was really happy with the song so far. If only I could see Quincy's face when he hears it,she thought as she took a long drink of water. After going back into the studio and finishing the vocals for the song, she headed home.
A week later, she was in her dressing room at the Vinyl Palace, preparing to sing her new song for the first time. She had no idea how her fans would react, and it wasn't helping that memories from the last time here were playing in her head.
"Before I met you, I thought you were gonna suck huge." She leaned up kissed Tommy. "Jude. You're fifteen." She backed away in embarrassment, tears forming in her eyes. "I'm such and idiot." "Jude, come on, it's almost time." E.J. called into the dressing room. "How can I even begin to like someone like you? You're everything I hate about music." "Easy." "You made me change my song." "Don't give me that. Because your song, it's a thousand times better since we worked on it, and you know it."
She shook her head to get rid of the memories. "Jude, you ready to do this?" Kwest asked, walking into the dressing room. "Yeah." She gave him a smile, trying to calm her nerves. "Let's do this." She said, grabbing her guitar. "Give up for Jude Harrison!" The announcer called as she walked out onto the stage. She smiled at the audience and waved as she made her way to the mic. "Okay, guys, this is my new song. It's called Fighter."
(After all you put me through
You'd think I'd despise you
But in the end, I wanna thank you
'Cause you made me that much stronger)
Well I thought I knew you,
Thinking that you were true
Guess I, I couldn't trust,
Called your bluff, time is up
'Cause I've had enough
You were there, by my side,
Always down for the ride
But your joy ride just came down in flames
'Cause your greed sold me out in shame, mhm
After all of the stealing and cheating
You probably think that I hold resentment for you
But uh uh, oh no, you're wrong
'Cause if it wasn't for all that you tried to do
I wouldn't know, just how capable I am to pull through
So I wanna say thank you
'Cause it
Makes me that much stronger
Makes me work a little bit harder
Makes me that much wiser
So thanks for making me a fighter
Made me learn a little bit faster
Made my skin a little bit thicker
Makes me that much smarter
So thanks for making me a fighter
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Ooh, yeah, oh
She scanned the crowd as she sang, her eyes locking with a pair of icy blue eyes. Eyes she'd know anywhere. Seeing him reminded her of the anger she felt when she wrote the song, and she started getting into it, singing with everything she had.
Never saw it coming,
All of your backstabbing
Just so you could cash in
On a good thing before I'd realized your game I
heard you're going 'round
Playin' the victim now
But don't even begin
Feeling I'm the one to blame
'Cause you dug your own grave, mm
After all of the fights and the lies
Guess you're wanting to haunt me
But that won't work anymore
No more, uh uh, it's over '
Cause if it wasn't for all of your torture I
wouldn't know how to be this way now
And never back down
So I wanna say thank you
'Cause it
Makes me that much stronger
Makes me work a little bit harder
Makes me that much wiser
So thanks for making me a fighter
Made me learn a little bit faster
Made my skin a little bit thicker
Makes me that much smarter
So thanks for making me a fighter
How could this man I thought I knew
Turn out to be unjust, so cruel?
Could only see the good in you
Pretended not to see the truth
You tried to hide your lies,
Disguise yourself
Through living in denial
But in the end you'll see
You won't stop me
I am a fighter and I
(I'm a fighter)
I ain't gonna stop
(I ain't gonna stop)
There is no turning back
I've had enough
Makes me that much stronger
Makes me work a little bit harder
Makes me that much wiser
So thanks for making me a fighter
Made me learn a little bit faster
Made my skin a little bit thicker
Makes me that much smarter
So thanks for making me a fighter
Thought I would forget, but I
I remember
Yes, I remember
I remember
Thought I would forget
I remember
Yes, I remember
I'll remember
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Makes me that much stronger
Makes me work a little bit harder
Makes me that much wiser
So thanks for making me a fighter
Made me learn a little bit faster
Made my skin a little bit thicker
Makes me that much smarter
So thanks for making me a fighter
She kept eye contact throughout the entire song, never once looking away from those icy orbs. She smiled and waved as she thanked everyone for coming, then walked off the stage. Of course, he was already in the dressing room when she got there. She ignored him, gathering her things and leaving the room. She refused to acknowledge his presence. "Jude." he called after her. She kept walking until she got to her car. She put her things in the backseat then got into the front seat, slamming the door as she did. As she drove out of the parking lot, she looked in her mirror and saw him standing where her car had been just minutes before.
She drove around aimlessly for awhile, in an attempt to clear her mind. After an hour she still hadn't cleared her mind, so she decided to go to G Major for a while to try to work on a new song. The ringing of her cell phone reminded her that she left without telling anyone. They must be worried. Sure enough, it was Sadie, who was more worried than upset. She told Sadie where she was going and that she'd be home later. She pulled into the parking lot and turning off the car. She rested her head on the steering wheel, causing her horn to beep. She sighed before grabbing her guitar and heading inside.
She entered Studio A and froze when she saw who was sitting at the soundboard. She turned and put a hand on the doorknob. She was about to turn when he spoke. "Jude, don't go." "You have no right to tell me what to do." Her voice was even, emotionless. She folded her arms over her chest defiantly. "You're right. Jude, I'm sorry left the way I did. I had a family emergency. You know I wouldn't have left if I didn't have to." She scoffed. "You couldn't say good-bye? You couldn't tell me why you were leaving? Well, I'll tell you something Tom. I'm over you. You can go to hell for all I care." She turned and yanked the door open. "Wait!"
She turned on him, eyes full of anger. "You want me to wait? I waited for you to ask me out, then when you did, you stood me up. Then, I waited 6 months for you to come home! It's been a year, Tom. I'm done waiting." She walked over to him, never taking her eyes from his. She stopped when she was in front of him. The only sound in the room was the sound of her hand as it slapped his cheek. He put a hand to his cheek, wincing at the pain. "What the hell was that for?" he asked, looking at her with a confused expression. "What was that for? That was for braking my heart twice, asking me out, then standing me up."
She stared at him, her eyes clouded with anger. "It killed me, leaving you like that. I wanted to hold you in my arms and tell it would all be okay. And I'm sorry, okay? I'm sorry. What more do you want me to say?" Her eyes softened for a moment, then hardened again. She couldn't let herself fall for him again. "There's nothing you can say. I'm over you. I've moved on. You chose to stop being a part of my life when you drove off that night. You don't have a hold on me anymore. I'm sorry, Tom, but that's the way it is. Kwest is my producer now. I'm doing really good now. My music is great, and I'm finally happy again. Goodbye, Tommy." She said before turning to walk out the room. "But I love you." Tom whispered into the empty room as a single tear rolled down his cheek.
Should I continue it or should I leave it there? Keep in mind that if I continue it, it most likely won't be very long.