Over&Over
(A Complete 'Jommy' Story)
When Tommy Get Some Heartbreaking News, Who Will Save Him?
I own nothing...if I did...It would be Tim Rozon...but since i don't, don't sue!
The apartment was a mess. World War III had came down right upon the world on that very spot. Only that spot. The rest of the world was quiet. The apartment, and all of it's contents, including the man, had endured the war, and nothing survived. There was glass everywhere, broken into pieces and scattered every which way, like the man's heart. Pictures were busted up. Pictures of the two of them. Pictures of "Jommy" , as the press put it."Jommy."
They said it as if they were one unit. In a way, though, they were.Two hearts, one soul. There was a love there that was deeper than any ocean. It was clearer than the night sky in the country. It was truer than the any words would be able to describe.Two people, one thought.
The coffee table was broken in pieces and there was marks on the wall where the table slammed against the wall. There were dished smashed in the kitchen. Holes were in the wall, like it was shot with a machine gun. The bathroom was a disaster. The shower curtain in the hallway, torn off the rod. The mirror was even broken, straight in the middle, with a few spots of blood remaining. He hit it. He slammed his fist into the mirror in pure hatred and anger. The bedroom was just as much of a disaster, if not more, than the rest of the place. The bed was turned over, clothes were missing, packed.
There was no sign of life remaining. It was all dead. The only thing that resembled life was the answering machine. It had gone untouched. It was on repeat. It kept repeating over and over the words that brought chaos on the world, on his world.
"Tommy, it's Sadie. It's about Jude. She's engaged...I'm so sorry."
"It's the last night on earth before the great divide
My hands are shaking time was never on our side
And there's no such thing as a beautiful goodbye
As an ordinary day I prayed for you a thousand times
It's never enough No matter how many times I tried to tell to tell you this is love
If tomorrow never comes
I want you to know right now that I I'm gonna love you until the day I die
If tomorrow falls asleep can you hold me first
I'm gonna love you like it's the last night on earth
Like it's the last night on earth"
She froze. His face entered her mind and she couldn't shake him.
"Jude, come on. What's inside that head of yours?" All she did was shake her head.
"It's nothing. Just..." She sighed.
"What do you have to worry about? I mean, seriously, you're engaged to the world's best man, you've got double platinum album, millions of dollars, and the best producer and friend in the world, you shouldn't have a care in the world." Laughed Echo, Jude's new producer, and her best friend, at least the best friend she has in London.
"Sorry, just pick up where I left off..."
"A penny for your thoughts
A picture so it lasts
Let's knock down the walls of immortality
Your fingers on my skin only you can hear my fear
Only you can help me heal
I see forever with you here
It's never enough no matter how many miles stand between us this is love
If tomorrow never comes
I want you to know right now that I I'm gonna love you until the day
I die If tomorrow falls asleep can you hold me first
I'm gonna love you like it's the last night on earth
It's never enough No it's never enough
(it's never enough)
Oohh
The afterglow
The horizon line
The shadows fall
Will you still be mine
Will you still be mine
Will you still be mine I ask
If tomorrow never comes
I want you to know right now that I I'm gonna love you until the day I die
If tomorrow falls asleep can you hold me first
I'm gonna love you like it's the last night on earth""Perfection." Smiled Echo has she nodded her head. "Come on, we need to mix it."
She said as she motioned for Jude to come out of the booth. Jude couldn't believe she got talked into doing that song, but Echo was right. She had a great guy, Stanton, and was engaged with a huge rock on her hand.
But, for some reason, she didn't care for it much. She would've preferred something smaller, more personal, instead of something that the whole world could see, and fuss over. She sighed as she walked in and sat in the chair beside Echo, her co-producer.
This wasn't the song she really needed to record and listen to over and over again today. But, she needed another ballad, after the Basement song, 2 a.m. Just so happens, that this one, too, was written about HIM. It belonged to him.
She couldn't focus. His face kept popping into her head. Her head was too crowded.
"I need some air." She said as she got up and walked out of the studio, without letting Echo get a word in. The London air was chilly and froze her to the bone. She wondered if he knew by now. She wondered how he took it. She wondered how he found out. "Get out of my head..." Jude whispered as she closed her eyes and shook her head before leaning against the cold, brick of the building. "Go away..." She whispered. "It's over...isn't it...?"
Where'd Tommy go? What's up with Jude?
Okay...well there it is. It's my first 'Jommy', so let me know...good? bad? needs work? REVIEW! Ideas? I'll take em. Oh, i have to give credit where credit is due. "Last Night On Earth" belongs to Delta Goodrem. Totally her. I might add some of my stuff, but she's great so i'll use her. Let me know whatcha think and i'll update when i hear! ENJOY!