Beepbeepbeep. 20 year old Jude Harrison's alarm clock went off annoyingly. She sighed and kicked her legs over the sides of the bed. She stretched, and padded off to the bathroom to take a shower.
"Wake up Mommy and Daddy!" Four year old Kyra Williams jumped on top of her parents' queen sized bed, in her Hannah Montana pajamas. The little tyke had brown girly hair. Her skin was a flawless tan color. Her eyes were green and she had freckles. She looked more like Kwest, but had Sadie's eyes, nose and ears.
"Sadie, get your daughter," Kwest grumbled, still sleeping. Sadie, already up, rolled her eyes at her husband's laziness.
"My dear husband, Get your lazy ass up and do something. It's most appreciated," she said smirking at his unwillingness.
Kyra's eyes bugged out as she said this. She smirked at the same time, and put her hand over her mouth and pointed at her mother. "Oooh, Mommy said ass."
At that moment, Kwest instantly got up. He didn't want to miss here his wife bickering at him for the rest of the day, he couldn't deal with it really, and being a producer and coming home with headaches certainly didn't help anything.
"Alright I'm up," He said with a slight strain to his voice.
As all three of them walked downstairs to the kitchen, Sadie balances Kyra on her hip. Kyra interrupts, "But Mommy, you said ass!"
Sadie sighed, "Sweetie, ass is the grown up word for ass. You are allowed to say it when you're married with 81 kids. Until then, don't say it."
Kyra nods. "Okay, I have to be 81 and married to my kids. Alright Mommy. Gotcha. Now put me down so I can wake up Grumpy Gwacey."
Sadie and Kwest laughed at her daughter's nickname for their oldest, Gracey. She's 10, with long, straight brown hair, green eyes, and freckles but she was a tad lighter than Kyra. She looked more like Sadie, acted like her too. But she still had the laid back personality like her dad.
"You could have knocked me out with a feather, I know you've heard this all before, but we're just hell's ne-"
"Hello?" Jude answered her ringing cell phone. The caller I.D was unfamiliar.
"Um, hi, is this Jude Harrison?" A lady answered back.
"Yeah?"
"Hi Jude, I'm Whitney, Darius Mills' assistant"
Jude nearly dropped the phone when she heard someone from the office of Darius Mills had called her.
"Oh, hi Whitney, what can I help you with?"
"Well, Mr. Mills just wanted me to call you and set up an interview. He got your demos; he just wants to meet you in person."
"Demos? OH yes, I totally forgot. Well, um I'm free today."
"Okay, how is 12:30?"
"Sounds great,"
"Alright, See you then, bye."
"Bye."
Jude then hung up. "YES!" she squealed. She finally had a meeting with THE Darius Mills. Hip-Hop mogul. Only the best rapper. She had sent him thousands of her demos over the years, and she never got a reply. It was from label to label, they didn't seem to want her, so then one day she finally stopped trying. But, if she hadn't sent the demos anymore, then who did?
