"The Choices That We Make"

JudeQuincy: Hey, guys! I'm co-writing this ficlet with Tommysgrl4evr! (I don't think she's on here...) We're alternating chapters and points of view! I'll write Tom's and she'll write Jude's. This is a little short, but I wanted to end it when I did.

Tommysgrl4evr: So the idea basically came to me in computers when I was SUPPOSED to be doing my lessons (who "participates" in computers anyway?) then I came to JudeQuincy with the idea and together we came up with this idea, hope you enjoy it!

Enjoy and review!

Chapter One - Surprises

I looked up from the board, a smile spreading across my face. Jude was sitting on a stool in the middle of the studio. Her Gibson was resting on her lap and she was warming up her hands and voice, while I adjusted the settings.

Today began work on Jude's third album. It also marked our three-month anniversary. She looked up and smirked at me. Life had been perfect for the past three months since her eighteenth birthday.

After her huge G Major bash, I finally grew a pair and asked her out. She said 'yes,' to no one's surprise. And we've been wonderful ever since. Kwest says we're sickening. But who listens to him, right?

My attention focused back on her absentmindedly strumming her guitar. Things couldn't get any better. Unless of course Georgia walked in the main doors to G major, successfully taking back control of her studio. I glanced at the doors, hopes high.

"Tommy?" Jude's sweet voice broke me out of my thoughts and I smiled to myself. Who was I kidding? Life couldn't get any better than this.

"Yeah, girl?"

"You ready to do this?"

I nodded. "Jude Harrison. 'My Life,' take one." I settled back in my chair and listened to her soft voice filling my headphones. I might be a biased critic, but her voice was angelic. Nothing like a little Jude Harrison to wake someone up in the morning.

"You were wonderful!" I insisted for the twentieth time since we had finished working. The two of us were sitting on a loveseat in the G Major lobby, cuddling after a long day's work.

"Are you sure?"

I sighed mockingly, wrapping an arm around her. "Yes, I'm sure."

"T! My office, now." I cringed at the sound of Darius voice booming across the room.

"That doesn't sound good." Jude chuckled and kissed my cheek softly.

"Good luck."

"Thanks." I rolled my eyes and made my way over to the closed door. Sliding in, I slumped in the chair dwarfed by my boss' massive desk.

Darius' face was a deep shade of red. "You want to explain this, Tom? Because I don't remember signing off on something like this." He waved some papers around angrily, his voice raising in volume with each passing syllable.

"D, what is it?"

"Don't play dumb with me, T." He flipped through the pages, reading off of them. "Darcy Marie will be produced by Thomas Quincy for the next 4 years. Darcy Marie, upcoming star in New York City, gets new producer--ex-boybander, Little Tommy Q."

I felt my stomach drop. "Darius, I can explain."

"No need. Just clean out your desk by tonight. Your replacement's coming tomorrow morning."

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