A/N: WATCH OUT FOR SPOILERS! I do NOT, I repeat NOT own Instant Star or any other Canadian Melodrama, however this is a FICTIONAL extension of the show after the series finale. This is not actually what happens, it is just what I think happens. Since this is branching off the show, if you plan to watch it (especially the final episode) then don't read this otherwise it'll give it away.
Preface
"Ms. Harrison, we will be landing soon, please make sure your seatbelt is fastened."
I woke up from my daydreaming as the flight attendant taped my shoulder. I was amazed I was actually here, in London, getting a fresh start. No more Darius, no more G Major- no more Tommy. I couldn't believe I threw away the love of my life and that was it. But then it hit me. This wasn't the end, it was only the beginning. I had my whole singing career ahead of me.
Who has time for a Romeo?
Chapter 1: When in London
I sighed as the plane slowly descended. I looked out my window to my new home. I didn't know how everything would go here in England. It was obviously different than Canada. First I needed to get used to driving on the left side of the road. I was amazed that when I should be extremely stressed, I was actually listing the trivial things, in my mind of course. I think my body guard would be worried if he saw me talking to myself.
As soon as I stepped out of the terminal, I was mobbed by the paparazzi. Chaos just seemed to follow me everywhere. I made my way through the crowd, basically unaware of where I was going, until I reached outside where the commotion was a million times worse. Obviously the Brits aren't as used to importing rockstars as I thought they would be. Well, I guess that makes sense since rock music was practically invented here.
The flash of the cameras almost blinded me when I tried to get to my car. I almost seemed lost until something, or someone, caught my eye.
A little girl, no older than six, was timidly holding an autograph book and a pen. What really grabbed my attention was the tshirt she was wearing. At the top it said "Boyz Attack, Summer Tour '98," and right below it, staring me dead in the face, was a picture of my ex-fiance.
"Excuse me, Miss," the girl asked, not making eye contact, "Where's Tom Quincy?"
I was lost in a flashback of yesterday morning when she spoke. I shook it off as I replied to the girl's question.
"Um, I'm sorry sweetheart. He's not coming."
"Oh." She sounded disappointed.
"But, I can give you the address of his record company, maybe you can send him a letter! He's known not to disappoint a fan!"
"Thank you Jude!"
The girl disappeared back in the crowd, obviously eager to start writing her letter. As she raced away, I remembered how good Tommy was with kids and that he was going to make a great dad someday.
JUDE! WAKE UP!!
A little voice in my head made me come back to reality and I figured out something important. No matter where I went, Tommy would follow me, even in spirit. I had to break free from this addiction.
I got into the car and decided I needed to rest, so I leaned against the door as I look out to my new home.
