Prologue: Livin' la vida Rockstar

"More beer, Jude?" Patsy Sewer asked, shaking the bottle of Jack Daniels for emphasis. Jude finished off her third glass and held it up for Patsy to refill.

"Hell, yeah," she said watching with satisfaction as the bronze liquid accumulated in her glass. After six months, she was finally starting to understand why Patsy loved the stuff so much. They were in Patsy's car after a big party at G-Major, which hadn't satisfied their alcoholic quota for the night.

"Bottoms up!" Patsy tipped her head back and chugged down her glass' contents. Jude drank slower, savoring the numbing drink. As the many glasses of alcohol began to take effect, she allowed herself to think about what had happened the previous six months.

Tommy had told he was leaving and never coming back. She had banged on his car window desperately as he drove away. The weeks after that were just a blur of tears and pain and crap music and almost getting fired. Then, Jude had decided she had done enough wallowing over Tommy. One night, she took Patsy's advice and went clubbing with her. She had dressed in one of the skimpiest outfits she owned, got wasted, danced and all in all enjoyed herself thoroughly. Jude remembered the pounding headache she had the next day, worsened by Darius' scoldings. But she also remembered feeling whole again for the first time in weeks. Like she was finally getting over a certain baby blue eyed producer. That day she had even gotten through a recording session without breaking down.

The next few months were some of the best she remembered. She soon died her hair back into a deep red. She trashed her most of her wardrobe and replaced it with denim miniskirts and other various revealing clothing. She went clubbing three or more nights a week, often waking up in some stranger's bed. She threw herself into her music, which had taken on a hard metal edge. It was the life of a real rockstar. Even Darius was happy. After Jude had ditched her good girl image, her music was appealing to a new, older audience. Hype for her new tour was through the roof and sales for her third album were skyrocketing. And most importantly, she was truly happily.

Jude leaned back against Patsy's car seat and was suddenly overcome by the urge to laugh. To think none of this would have never happened if Tommy hadn't left. She never thought she'd be thankful for that fact, but she was. Who knew all this time Tommy had been holding her back from her true potential? She was born for this. She was born to be a full on, hardcore rockstar.

Patsy cocked her head at Jude. "What's so damn funny?" she asked.

"Oh, it's nothing," Jude sighed contentedly. "Hey, Pats?"

"Yeahhhhh?" Patsy slurred drunkedly.

"Thanks for everything. You're my best friend, you know?"

"Of course. Anything for my favorite pop tart."

"She ain't a pop tart anymore, Pats." Jude giggled some more.

"That she ain't. That she ain't." Patsy raised her empty glass up. "To us."

"To us." Jude clinked her own empty glass against Patsy's.

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