Once upon a time in a far away land….Toronto Canada to be exact. Ok, so my life is definitely not a fairytale and I want people to know that. Yes I am a "star", yes I have billions of dollars…. and fans who know each and every word of each and every one of my songs. Don't get me wrong, it is amazing and I appreciate everything I have. But, I am tired of the misconception that celebrities have it made and their lives are perfect. Well, let me tell you….my life is far from perfect.
When I was just 4 years old I was pretty much abandoned. Yup, my parents just decided they could not afford me. So, after 10 years of being bounced around from foster home to foster home because I was a "head case" who was "incurable" and just down right "unmanageable" I decided to just run away. I have been in some messed up places, seen some crazy things and even done things that I do not really want to talk about just yet.
Anyway, at the tender age of 16 I was wandering around and stumbled upon this flyer that explained there would be a contest for singers and the winner would become famous and all that jazz. Only problem was, there was fee to enter. How I got the money, I will tell you about later….another thing I am not proud of but hey, that homeless man was just going to spend it on booze.
Ok, fast forward. My name is Jude Harrison….singer, songwriter famous stuck up celeb. That's right, I am snobby….well, according to the tabloids I am. Just because I splurged on a 4.5 million dollar home and have a private airport and a private jet. I deserve it dammit. I lived in a room on a mattress in a roach and rat infested CONDEMMED house with a bunch of other runaways.
Ok, so I need to get to the point. I was sitting in G-Major on one beautiful Sunday afternoon. Sitting next to my amazingly hot sexy producer Tom Quincy when out of nowhere Kwest pops his nosy head in and tells me I have a phone call. Who was it calling me taking me away from the hottest man to ever walk the planet you ask? Oh no one special, just the parents who abandoned me. Yup, they called me! The nerve! They must have figured out that I am the Jude Harrison, that I am now a billionaire. That's why they are calling, because they want money.
Oh, did I forget to mention that they ONLY gave ME away? That's right, I have a sister her name is Katy, or Sandy or something….can't really remember….ya know, I was just 4 YEARS OLD when they got rid of me….they didn't give a damn about me, so why should I give a damn about them?
So, I haven't written in a long time. But I thought I would start again. If no one likes this story, I will not even bother. I have some other stories brewing in my head that are way more morbid and drama filled than this one. Just let me know. Any feedback is much appreciated.