No place was available for Jude to be alone. The recording room was reserved, the lobby was crowded, and home… don't get her started.

So now, she was in the closet. De ja vu.

Jude had been doing research for the last two days. She knew that she had no say in Darius' choice for her to sing with the band.

She had stopped by the big CD store in the city. Fortunately they had a huge international section. She bought some CDs, more than just the three Tokio Hotel had made because she didn't want it to seem obvious. The first was called Scream, the second, Schrei, and the final was Zimmer 483.

She figured out what Schrei and Zimmer meant after online research.

So here she was. Sitting in a closet, tapping her pen, and listening to music in a different language.

"Na-na-na-na-na-na…" she hummed.

The music was so loud she didn't notice when someone walked in until he pulled the large headphones off of her head.

"What the?"

It was the boy in dreadlocks, Tom.

"Ah, doing a little research?"

She tapped her finger on the table in annoyance. "And why do you care?"

Tom held one side to his ear. "Vell, vhen it is one of our songs, I tend to get curious. So you like it?"

Jude rolled her eyes.

"So, I've heard your album."

"Really?" she asked curiously.

"Ja. But how do I know it isn't just some computer editing?"

She tightened her fist. "I don't use a computer. Plus, you can't win a contest unless it's your actual voice."

"Really?" he asked sitting on a chair next to her and grabbing her guitar. "How about we test you out. Let's pick a song we both know."

"How about 'Instant Karma'?"

"So you know about our version?"

Jude grinned.

"Okay then." He started to strum and she sang.

"Instant Karma's gonna get you,

Gonna knock you right on the head,

You better get yourself together,

Pretty soon you're gonna be dead,

What in the world you thinking of…"

"Jude!" they heard. It was Tommy outside the door. "We need you in the conference room again. Oh, and have you seen that Tom dude?"

"Yeah," she said. "Don't worry about it."

Tommy left without making a sound. Jude shuffled her CDs into her bag and opened the door. "Are you coming?"

OoOoO

They sat around the conference room. Tom's guitar rested at the wall along with Georg's bass.

"So what's the song?" Jude asked. "I know it's inevitable, I have to do the mash-up."

"Great to see you coming around," Darius declared. "That's what we're here for. But, we have decided it would be something off of their albums."

"Ja," Georg said. "You're sound is too… feminine."

"Right…" Jude agreed sarcastically.

"Any ideas?" Tommy asked.

"Well," Darius started, "we want something that isn't already a major hit. So nothing that has a music video already. We want to be the first."

She nodded. "And, it has to be in English."

"It's got to be upbeat," Bill said.

Tommy wrote some titles on his notepad. "So that leaves us with Love is Dead, On the Edge, Sacred, Break Away, Final Day, Forgotten Children, By Your Side, Black, Live Every Second, and Raise Your Hands."

"Cross out any that are too sad," Darius said.

"So now we're left with Break Away, Sacred, Final Day, By Your Side, Live Every Second, Raise Your Hands, and Black," Tommy said.

"Vell," Bill said, "I imagined a video at a party. So, cross out By Your Side, Sacred, and Black."

"And now, only four remain," Jude said. "If it's going to be a party, I'd say I like Live Every Second."

"Vait," Bill stated, "I thought you have never heard of us."

"A girl can do research, can't she?" Jude asked annoyed.

Tom snapped his fingers to break the tension between Jude and Bill. "Focus here. So, I guess Live Every Second is the choice."

"Great," Darius said in a business smile. "I've got to run." He left the room hastily, Tommy left too but not before giving Jude a look that told her to behave herself.

She rolled her eyes, kicked her legs onto the table, and observed Bill.

"What?" he asked.

"I'm just trying to get over the fact that you probably wear more eyeliner in one day than I do in a week."

Tom chuckled before Bill gave him an evil gaze.

"Knock knock!" they heard from the door. It was Sadie. "How is my dear sister doing this afternoon?"

Jude knew what she was up to seeing as even though she was talking to Jude, she had her eyes fixed on Georg.

"Just getting ready to leave."

"Vell I think," Tom started, "That ve should go ahead and rehearse. Ve don't know vat you sound like in one of our songs."

"Yeah?" she asked playfully. She crossed her arms. "How 'bout we test my pipes right here, right now," she dared.

Tom reached back for his guitar. "Sure. But Live Every Second isn't an acoustic song."

"Fine," Jude said reaching for the Scream CD. "How about… Monsoon?"

"You sing. I strum."

She looked at the lyrics in the booklet and hoped that she would get the right tune.

"I'm staring at a broken door

There's nothing left here anymore

My room is cold

It's making me insane

I've been waiting here so long

But now the moment seems to've come,

I see the dark clouds coming up again.

Running through the monsoon

Beyond the world,

To the end of time,

Where the rain won't hurt

Fighting the storm,

Into the blue,

And when I loose myself I think of you,

Together we'll be running somewhere new

Through the monsoon.

Just me and you…"

She stopped with a smile on her face. While she was singing Sadie managed to get a seat next to Georg.

"Your sister," George said, "She is very good."

"I don't necessarily think it should be me you're telling me that to." She then extended her hand. "Sadie."

He shook the given hand. "Georg."

"Bill. You have to admit she's really good," Tom said.

"So what?" Bill answered. Tom was right. Jude was really good. Of course, it was different than the original, her voice was much higher that Bill, much more… calm.