"What do you mean the record was the flop?", Jude mustered out before the tears came.

"From the record sales, it seems that you're not as much of a UK hit as we first imagined you'd be. Unfortunately, we will not be pursuing you for two more albums. We're voiding your contract." The district manager said in monotone, unaffected by Jude's emotional breakdown.

Granted it had taken two years for Jude to complete the album, she didn't think it was THAT bad. I mean, she knew it wasn't her best work. That was obviously with Tommy. In fact, Jude had never had a writing problem when Tommy was her producer.

Like a high speed train, Jude was suddenly hit in the face with the realization that her music can't exist without him. Her words created the songs, but Tommy made the music. She had to go back. She needed him so much more than he needed her. What if he wasn't there when she got there? What if he didn't want anything to do with her?

Standing up and fiddling with the star ring her father bought her when she was 12, Jude choked out, "Thank you for your time."

She walked out of the office and packed her suitcase right away. She was on the first plane back to Toronto. When the plane landed, Jude got into a taxi and muttered "G Major Studios on LeStrange Avenue please. Thank you." Before even dropping her bags off at home, she stormed into G Major and right into Recording Studio #5, the only studio Tommy will record in. He used to say it had an aura.

"I'm so sorry. I'm ALL in." Jude almost screamed over the sound of Karma's drum beat blasting.