The story should get better as I go on, I promise.I'm trying to make it more detailed, and more well written. i'm trying..i really am. I'll finish this no matter how long it takes. Sit back for a long series! It's gonna get really awesome and dramatic..But right now its more setting up the story. WARNING: I KIND OF GIRLY'D OUT IN THIS CHAPTER.

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(Jude's POV)

Why would I have a crush on Tommy?

Hes an ex boy band member. He'd been nice when he got me the hook-up to G major. i had to admit he was pleasant to be around. Maybe, i was smiling a little too much. Paying attention to the small perfections of Tommy. The small imperfections I'd even notice. They became adorable when he wore them right.

When he'd pass by with heavy bags under his eyes to get another coffee. His shirt would be a little wrinkled, his mouth turned down into a dazed frown. He'd chug down the coffee probably not even tasting it.

When he came to the studio earlier than usual, with an undeniable passion for music. An undeniable spark he had in his eyes when he got a good idea.

The best part was when he talked to me. Causally teasing me, causally moving a strand of hair from my face. Ever so causally touching my shoulder or arm, unaware of the surge of excitement and electricity that went through my body when he did. It made me feel..warm.

He always seemed too busy to talk to me often. I rarely had an excuse to talk to him since I joined G major a week ago.

I want to slap myself. Was I no better than Sadie?

Being a twelve year old plastering his posters all over her walls and claiming she already had the names of their children picked out? It was just a harmless one sided crush.

At least, I think its one-sided.

Deep down, I think my infatuation with this beautiful, rich, famous man with just my brain distracting itself from Jamie. Whose visiting some great great aunt in new york I guess. I've tried to contact him. But he just..

Of course he was using this to avoid me, I didn't want to push him away forever. At least I could channel this into creativity?

The meeting with my new boss Darius, was a little rocky. He didn't seem to care for me and the guys at first. He could see our talent and potential, but was unsure.

Until Tommy, convinced him we were "something special"

Boy did I hope Tommy was right.

The band and I did our first official session on Tuesday after the meeting on Monday. Darius had assigned Quest to produce Jude's Mind Explosion.

Well, I suppose its better than getting Tommy, as much as I thought he was sort of totally sexy. I doubted his musical skills, knowing he probably couldn't produce a rock band to save his life.

I stirred my sugar and creme into my coffee mug, glancing down at my shoes. From the corner of my eye I could see Tommy and Karma talking about her new album.

I admit, I really hate the way Tommy and Karma are looking at each. They look like they're..flirting almost.

I winced at the image of Karma and Tommy together, I also winced at the hot coffee burning my taste buds. Adding a dry uncomfortable texture to my tongue. I placed the mug down on the marble tabletop and walked past Tommy and Karma and back into the studio.

Tommy had glanced my way for a second, giving me a playful smile than looking back at Karma.

When I walked into the studio the guys were spread apart. Speed playing with his guitar, Wally his bass, and Kyle using his drum sticks on speeds guitar case.

Quest was nowhere in sight.

"Guys, where did quest go?" I asked them,Wally looked at me and pressed his lips into a hard line. Kyle just kept playing his guitar case, Speed looked up, pulling on his guitar strings. Gliding down them with the ease of a blues player 3 times his age.

"His phone rang, than he said he had to take it-" Suddenly quest came into the studio, shutting the door hard enough for us all to jump.

"I have some bad news, I'm not going to be able to produce the album." Quest said in a serious tone.

My producer? Whats going to happen to our album?

"But what's-" Quest cut Kyle off

"I got you a new producer, starting tomorrow Tommy will produce you guys." I felt a surge of excitement, followed by a stab of worry.

"Lord Squinty Frow?" Speed said with a questioning look.

"Uh-hes pop." I said in a tiny voice.

"Actually, he's better at producing rock. Ex-boy band member or not, He knows his stuff. It'll be great. He's one of G majors top producers." I wasn't convinced, but shrugged in agreement anyway.

"As long as I get to play music." Kyle said. Everyone else had silently agreed.

"Okay, now I need to go home and pack for my trip. I'll probably see you all around?" quest left the room, shutting the clear thick glass door and walking off.

I could see Tommy hovering around the coffee area stirring a cup. His blue eyes met mine for a second, I smiled softly and he returned the favor. It felt like he was holding onto my heart, putting an intense pressure on it.

"Okay Jude, I'm going to have you record the vocals on this mic here soon." Tommy ordered me.

"First, I need to finish up recording the drums, now Kyle go a little heavier on the tom and less on the snare. Got it?" Kyle nodded, i had to admit. He knew what he was doing.

"Now.." He ran to behind the mixing board, leaving Kyle alone in the booth. He had headphones on, playing the rest of the instruments in his ears.

Tommy gave a 'one-two-three-go' and Kyle played.

"Hes a little bossy isn't he?" Speed said to me. I shrugged.

"I think he just wants us to do the best we can?"

"Pssh, pretty soon he'll be telling you how to write your songs." Speed made a disturbed face.

"That won't happen" I tried to reassure him putting a hand on the table we were both leaning against. We were so close to Tommy..thank god he had his headphones on. I felt uncomfortable talking about him.

"I'm just saying Jude, look out or he'll turn you into the next producer manufactured pop star."

"Yeah right, I'm not changing for him or anybody." I said confidently, Kyle was playing to hard and dropped one of his drums sticks in the process.

I could tell this was going to be a long session.

(. . . . . . )

"First track recorded for the first JME album." Tommy sat next to me, tired but content. I smiled at him. His tired blue eyes looked at me with glee,a small grin on his face running a hand through his tousled hair.

"I thought we'd never get it done." I said with a sigh placing my notebook on my lap, Speed, Kyle and Wally left as soon as they finished their parts,wanting to catch much needed sleep. The vocals were the last thing we had to record.

"First track is always the hardest, the vocals sound great by the way." Tommy stole my notebook.

I was almost too busy paying attention to him to notice.

I blinked

"HEY! Quincy hand me the notebook and no one gets hurt." I threatened with growl, okay not really a growl, but I wish I could of growled.

"Working on a new song?" he asked, I blushed as he read the lyrics over. I didn't like when people read my lyrics or heard by songs before I was certain they were perfect.

"Where does it hurt?" Tommy read the title out loud, I blushed deeper.

"Its not done I'm just..toying with it." I said playing with my thumbs, looking at my feet.

"Why don't you play it for me?" he grabs a near by acoustic guitar, holding it out to me.

I stared at it for a moment. Than took it.

"Fine. If you're going to be so pushy about it." I gave him a teasing scowl and placed the wooden guitar in my lap. I laced my hands on the frets and started playing the first few bars.

where does it hurt?

Tell me cause I understand

the words of a heart

beating like wings in my hand

we can't hide

we'll never lie, I'll always see into you

theirs nothing wrong

with coming up empty and cold

staying too long

and trying to change rocks into gold

I've been there too

I've wasted myself

and you were there for me

so whenever you crash

wherever you land

that's where I'll be

"And for every endless midnight theirs a..." I stopped playing.

"like I said, its not fully written out yet." I said timidly. The air felt electric at that moment. I felt like I was expecting to see literal sparks floating around in the air. I strained my eyes expecting to see something, but instead I just saw Tommy. Looking at me with his crystal blue eyes and a smirk. He opened his mouth like he was going to say something,than shut it. My eyes bulged out, my skin felt like it would going to melt off. He pressed his lips in a hard line.

He took the guitar back wordlessly. He strummed the exact chords to the song flawlessly.

"And for every endless midnight, theirs a sky full of broken stars, and they'll always be a place for you, inside my arms. Where does it hurt."

I froze and lifted my eyebrows with bewildered eyes. I felt an intense excitement. I wanted to jump around like a kindergartener. As if there was an invisible magic blowing up my heart in my chest. An amazing ah ha moment. I wanted to jump around like a ridiculous rabbit. Tommy caught my express and gave me a teeth baring smile.

"That is perfect" I gasped,i had been struggling to find the perfect chorus. He just found it for me.

Tommy looked at me with soft eyes and a crooked grin. Will I ever get use to his eyes on my face, staring at me so casual. Yet affecting me in an intense way.

"Okay. Now take this and play the first part again." He handed me the guitar and stood up and went towards the keyboard. Flipping it on, and switching it on a normal piano sounding setting.

He added a soft piano to the song.

We stopped playing.

"We could add that to the second verse of a song, like built it up...You know?" I said nibbling on the pen cap, writing in the new lyrics Tommy had thought up.

"and maybe some drums and pads..." Tommy trailed off, I glanced at the clock and laughed.

"Maybe we should wait until tomorrow"

Tommy glanced at the clock and snapped his fingers, having yet another "ah ha" moment.

He pushed his chair up a little closer to me, his arms swinging around like a joyful, and muscular rag doll. The wheeling of the chair gliding along the wooden floor. He faced me, staring at me intently. I wondered if I had something on my face, because this was different than usual. It felt as if he was looking past my appearance, looking through my eyes and into my heart. I reacted to him as if I was already deep in love with him. It was like I knew him in a past life, or have been longing for him many life's.

His fingertips softly touched my cheek tracing an invisible line. His tips, roughened from playing guitar on my soft cheek. I felt the blood rush to my face. He leaned in a little closer. My heart pounded wildly, I could feel his warm breath tickling my soft lips as he hovered there, taunting me. Our breathing pattern was directly in sync, it felt like we were two halves of the same person. I longed to pull him close and press him into me, so I become the whole perfect person I was meant to be. His eyes tracing my features. My eyes traced his face over and over, as if I was worried I'd accidentally forget it.

He looked as though he was going to kiss me, I unglued my eyes from his and looked at my lap. Trying to break the invisible golden rope the gods were using to pull us together. I have will,damn it. I'm not a puppet for you cupid.

"i should get going.." I stood up, and didn't look at Tom's face. I was afraid to see his expression.

"Yeah, see you tomorrow" he said casually. I grabbed my black coat from the back of my chair, and almost ran out of the room. When I got into the hallway I finally let myself exhale. I felt starry eyed. Planting my head into the wall closing my eyes. For a moment, imagining his lips pressed against mine.

Than I shook my head, get a hold of yourself girl. You have a boyfriend..he may be mad at you at the moment, But you do have a boyfriend.

I didn't know anything about Tommy after all, besides the fact we have amazing musical chemistry.

But that's all, he was just our producer.