A/N A fairly quick update, right? It took me a while to get back in the swings of things after other fics. I hope you enjoy this, and thanks to those who reviewed Chapter One. Please review again! Let me know of any grammar mistakes, and I'll correct them.

Chapter Two

"You have got to be kidding me."

Jude dropped her script and ran from the room, her black hi-tops squeaking against the polished floor. This had to be some kind of sick joke, or an episode of Punk'd. Because this could not be happening. The swindling, repulsive Tom Quincey - her co-star? She'd rather submit herself to the torture of topless modelling to get back on those front pages.

"Jude! Jude!"

Jude spun around, expecting to see Tommy's smug, radiating grin, but instead saw the pleading expression of Finley Coarse. Jude bit her lip, and took a deep breath before answering Finley calmly.

"I'm not going anywhere near that love-rat, Finley," she said. "It's too soon, I haven't forgiven him."

"Look, Jude," he replied, with equal forced patience. "I'm not even going to pretend I know what happened between you and Tommy, and what's more, I don't care. But what I do care about is my show. I penned this, and if it's not a hit, that's another failed script to bite the dust. You and Tom would draw millions of viewers - an ex-item, co-starring in a sitcom? How awesome, right? And seeing as Tommy's already got the job, we can't kick him out. We really want you, Jude - I want you. Will you just audition, please?"

After Finley's breath-taking speech, Jude took a few seconds to look at the marbled floor scuffed by her sneakers. She couldn't let him down now, and it would get her noticed again. It would be easier than penning a whole new album to release - and who would buy it anyway? At least she could gain publicity from hers and Tommy's failed relationship this way. Maybe she'd even prove successful at acting...

"Fine," she decided, and followed Finley sheepishly, back towards the audition studio, where she was then met by the iminent, insured smile of Tommy Quincey. She picked up her script without meeting his gaze, and waited for Tommy to begin his lines.

"What the hell are we doing, Remy? Allison is your sister, for God's sake, and I'm your brother-in-law. We can't fool around like this - I love Allison, you know I do."

Jude had to stop herself from cringing as she read out her line: "We tried to stay away from each other before? And look how well that turned out. We fit so well, Jake, let's give it a go."

This reminded her of the old Jommy days. Both employees of G Major - he, a big-time boybander-turned-producer, she, a promising new teen star. Their boss had warned them against entering a relationship in the workplace, but it had proved impossible to resist.

"Hey, Jude, can I talk to you outside, a min?" asked Tommy, reaching over Jude to collect a spoon. "Its - er... about your new song. Its really hot."

Jude grinned, and put down her ice-cool water on the counter and followed Tommy outside to the alleyway. As soon as the door had closed, Tommy reached for Jude's face to kiss her fully on the lips.

Jude broke them apart instantly, and gasped. "Tommy!" she cried, innocently. "You heard Darius. It's not a good idea!"

"I've never been one for good ideas," said Tommy, and he reached down to kiss her again. Jude indulged in the romance for a seconds before talking again.

"But what about the press?"

Tommy groaned, and let his hands drop to his sides again. "What about them, Jude? It's me that's kissing you, and not the editor-in-chief at Vedette, right?"

"Right," replied Jude solemnly. "But they're gonna find out eventually!"

"Let them find out," declared Tommy, and he waved his arms about to demonstrate his point. "I want to do this, Jude Harrison - that's right, I want to be with you. So are we going to do this?"

"I guess we are!" she said, excitedly. "I'm going out with Tommy Qui-"

But her exclamation was cut short by Tommy's mouth covering hers.

This was the day she spent months reliving in her dreams.

"Thank-you Jude, that was a great audition!" yelled Finley, clapping his hands, loudly. "I think we've found our Remy Fenshaw, don't you Tommy?"

"She's definitely got something about her, Finn," said Tommy, his eyes sparkling. He held out his hand. "I look foward to working with you, Jude."

Jude could have snorted with laughter at Tommy's formality, but instead conservatively shook his hand, her fingers prickling with the heat beaming from his palm. She picked up her black leather handbag - a fashion necessity that doubled as a security blanket - and nodded to Finn. She filled in her audition form, hen she left, her knees buckling.

Jude Harrison - singing and acting extraordinaire, she thought to herself, as once again the plastic soles of her shoes wailed across the lobby. it sounded good.

She looked at all the hopefuls queuing to get in for their shot and being the next Debra Messing, and she felt a pang of pity. Jude knew exactly how rejection felt - like a No.2 pencil to the heart.

"So," Pierre asked, as he handed Jude her usual black coffee. "Filming starts today, eh?"

"Yep," she replied, blowing on her drink to cool it, then reaching to turn over the soccer Pierre had demanded.

"Are you nervous?" he asked, feebly attempting to regain posession of the remote.

"I was," Jude admitted. "Especially as I'm starring alongside my ex-boyfriend." She accompanied the last four syllables with ground teeth and an evil glare to Pierre.

"Again with the sorry," her agent said. "But I knew you'd pass up this oppurtunity when you knew Tom would be in it. Am I right?"

"You're right." Jude picked up a television guide and flicked to the third page. "Look," she continued, gesturing to the double-page spread of herself and her ex-boyfriend. "A double-page spread. And the thing isn't even coming out until the fall."

"Publicity can never start too early," said Pierre with a nod. "Besides, that's the most coverage you've gotten all year."

Typically, it was with Tommy. Jude wondered if she'd ever get anywhere without the Boyz Attack-er. It was starting to get irritating, with Tommy constantly the reason for her fame. Even her first hit single - "24 Hours" was due to him as her producer. Darn him. Darn him, darn him, darn him.

Beside her, a faint beeping alarmed Pierre, and very almost spilt his latte. It was Jude's alarm clock, showing 5:00am. It was time to get down to the studio for hair and make-up.

"It's a good job you have me as your agent," said Pierre as Jude reached for her leather jacket and pointed boots. "No other agent would put up with your insomnia."

Jude poked her tongue out playfully, before pulling the door with 2A emblazoned on it open. "Wish me luck," she called as she began down the stairs.

"Good luck!" came the obedient reply, but Jude was doubtful. It was going to take more than luck on Tommy's behalf to stop her ripping his head from his shoulders.