"Good Morning Toronto! It's a beautiful Tuesday morning, a high of 68 with a low of 47 later in the evening. To get this morning started, just to wake some people up and get them ready to dance all the way to work, here's 'My Love' from Justin Timberlake," Jude very lazily had gotten out of bed.

"This has got to be the worst morning song choice I've ever heard in my life," Jude thought to herself as she grabbed a towel from the closet and walked into the bathroom. Once the chorus had hit, she couldn't help but remember the evening that she had first really held anything towards the song.

"There is nothing going on between me and Speed! He's Spiederman for god's sake!!" Jude exclaimed to Tommy outside of the club.

"How can I be so sure? You're with him 24/7 and there's a lot of chemistry between you two! Not to mention that he still isn't over you!" Tommy remarked.

"You're kidding me. That was TWO years ago! We're just friends! I'm sorry that you aren't the only guy in my life!!" Jude yelled.

"Oh don't throw that in my face! That's not what this is about!" Tommy's eyes were starting to fill with not only anger but the inability to believe what he was hearing.

"Then tell me what this is about, Quincy! I don't get why you're getting all territorial and distrusting towards me!!" Jude was staring right into his eyes, reading every emotion.

"It's not that I don't trust you, Jude. I don't trust him," Tommy commented.

"Where is all this coming from? When have I ever given you reason to suspect that something's going on between me and Speed?" Jude asked. Tommy just stared at Jude, not sure what to say. "Exactly,""

"Jude-"

"Talk to me when you're done being an ass," Jude walked through the door and returned to the party.

Inside she was dancing with Sadie and Karma to all of the fast songs. Two songs later, Jude saw Tommy walk back inside and go and talk to Kwest. Jude danced a bit longer, trying to ignore Tommy's presence.

And then the beat started to pierce through the speakers. The club felt like it was shaking in its entirety and the white, pink and blue strobe lights only made everything look slower and themed. Jude closed her eyes for a bit. For only a moment, she felt as if she were the only one on the dance floor, dancing out her frustrations. But then she felt a pair of familiar hands meet with hers, and she opened her eyes.

Tommy's eyes were filled with regret, the knowledge of how wrong he was, and one question. Can she forgive him? Jude continued to dance, but twirled in his arms so that her back was to his front and they danced. There was no provocative grinding or anything even remotely wrong. To everyone in the room, the heat of just the two being together in a room was every where.

I can see us holdin' hands

Walkin' on the beach

Our toes in the sand

I can see us on the countryside

sittin on the grass

side by side

you could be my baby

let me make you my lady

girl you amaze me

aint gotta do nothing crazy

see all I want you to do

is be my love

Jude looked up and her eyes met with his. He saw forgiveness, purity, and just love in his eyes. Her lips met with his for a moment, sending chills down both their spines, and Tommy was reminded of what kind of girl Jude was. An honest, loyal, faithful, loving person.

The song ended and Jude took in a deep breath. She twisted the ring that was dangling from what used to be Tommy's silver chain. She always wore it, along with his silver ring on the chain.

By around 9:45AM, Jude was eating a pop tart and reading Rolling Stone Magazine sipping her cup of coffee. As soon as she had finished she went ahead and left to G Major. There was another meeting for all G Major artists and producers that morning. Just as Jude entered the lobby, she walked straight to the conference room where several people already were. Darius was sitting at the head of the table. Jude took a seat next to him, putting her messenger bag down beside her.

"Alright, now that everyone is here, let's begin. I've scheduled to have SME, Mason, Patsy, Alyssa, Karma, Shay, Kwest and Jude to perform. I was thinking you all perform original songs that have been produced by Tom-"

"Um, D. I have a suggestion," Jude said raising her pen slightly above her head.

"Ok, Jude, you have the floor,"

Jude breathed in deeply before she started, "I was thinking that maybe we should perform songs that Tommy had written, or myself. I'm not using this is a way to boost my credibility as a producer, but, I think it's safe to admit that if anyone here knew Tommy the best it was either me or Kwest." Darius nodded, liking where Jude was going with this. "And so, since Tommy was most famous when he was producing me or any other artist, I think it'd be best that since this is a remembrance concert for him, that the best way to remember him is through his music,"

"I like it, anyone object?" Darius asked. No one said a word or motioned a gesture that said otherwise. "Alright, this meeting's over, everyone get to work. And please, no Boyz Attack covers,"

Everyone left the room and went to their respective studios as Jude walked into Studio A. Jude tossed her messenger bag on the couch and then fell on the couch just as Kwest entered. His head turned to the side in that way a puppy's head would if something odd were happening. Kwest just laughed as he threw a pen at her.

"Up. We've got six acts out there confused as to which songs they are performing. We get three hours of air time and an hour and a half of it being reserved for music. So, c'mon, what's 180 minutes divided by 8?" Kwest said.

"It's 10:30 in the AM, everyone knows I was not put on this earth for math ever since the six percent in grade ten so why do you constantly ask me mathematical questions?" Jude groaned into the pillow.

"Okay, well then. If we add in commercial breaks, which would be about...oh, ten for the whole three hours, divide it by two-"

"I swear if you keep going blood will trickle down not only my ears but yours two from the screaming I will commence," Jude said into the pillow.

"Basically, it's gonna be about three or four songs per person," Kwest said. Jude immediately shot up from the couch.

"And this is all planned for next Sunday? Darius is insane if he thinks we can pull this off," Jude remarked.

"I know, which is why we all need to decide what songs we're doing Asap, and then use what time we have left to originate the songs and prepare for the actual concert," Kwest added.

"Alright, call everyone in and we'll go over songs," Jude said as everyone piled in with writing utensils and instruments. "Well, that was quick,"

Tommy, Natalie and Dominick were watching them all work from the outside.

"So, what happens now that I've done my part?" Tommy asked.

"We're basically done, we just gotta see how it turns out," Natalie replied.

"Yep, so, I think it's safe to say this is our down time," Dominick added.

"Down time?"

"Thumb war!!" Natalie exclaimed. Dominick and Natalie both squatted down on the floor and started to thumb wrestle.

Tommy stared down at the two with a shocked face. The two angels who could rarely agree on anything and who were usually more or less, more work less play were actually sitting on the floor thumb wrestling.

"Oh! I win!" Dominick raised his fist in the air victoriously.

"You cheated! You diverted me from the match! I'm calling an interference!" Natalie announced.

"You can't call an interference! That only works in football!"

"I don't care! You won the cheater way!"

"I wonder what kind of couple you two would make..." Tommy said thoughtlessly as he sat down next to the both of them.

"What are you talking about? We're married," they both said lifting their left hands which both had a small gold band ring on their ring fingers.

"WHAT!?" Tommy exclaimed looking between both hands.

"We've been married since Natalie got here," Dominick remarked.

"Wait...you two knew each other when you were alive as well?" Tommy asked.

"That's right! We never told him the story of how we met!" Natalie said looking at Dominick.

"Well, we're five years apart-" Dominick started.

"And were childhood friends-"

"We absolutely despised each other once Natalie was old enough to talk-"

"It started with when he threw sand in my eyes when we were playing explorers in the park. He got mad that I claimed the part of the park that had the most shade,"

"And then she pinched me and threw a rock at my head, which is how I got this scar," Dominick pointed under his chin where there was a small scar.

"From about then till I was 14 and he was 19 we basically couldn't get along," Natalie added.

"And then when I came home to visit my family from college, I saw this young woman sitting on her porch strumming an acoustic guitar," Dominick remarked.

"Don't think I was a musician, far from it. I just always strummed random chords," Natalie added.

"I thought she was about 17, but then my parents corrected me and said that no one had moved, that was Natalie from when I was a little kid," Dominick said.

"And the rest is much like your story. Stolen kisses, jealousy over significant others, causing each other pain here and there, but once we were both old enough, we got together," Natalie summarized.

"Everyone was more relieved than happy. Our friends always said that we had so much tension that it was love. Except for our parents, they were a bit relunctant," Dominick mentioned.

"True, my dad wasn't too keen on the idea of me dating someone five years older," Natalie said, reminiscing.

"So...how did the relationship end...when you two were alive I mean," Tommy said, almost engrossed in the story.

"Well, I was just a few years younger than you, about 23 or 24, and I got drafted to go to war. While in battle, I was shot and never found," Dominick said straightforwardly.

Natalie held on to his hand and she began to tell her part, "I didn't receive the news until I got a telegram in the mail about three months later. I ended up passing away about five years later,"

"How?"

"Car accident, a friend of mine was driving back drunk from a wedding. We were both pretty intoxicated and yeah, the rest is history," she said. Tommy nodded in understanding. The story was somewhat upsetting, but in a contradicting way uplifting, it ended in happiness because the two ended up together. But to the rest of the world, it was more of the loss of two precious lives.

Back to our young heroine who was sitting in a circle with the rest of the artists, contributing to a fruitless discussion of what they should all do. Jude rested her chin in her hand as she watched them all bicker about what they should sing.

"I say forget Darius and we should all do hardcore punk or rock renditions of Boyz Attack songs!" Patsy exclaimed mimicking an air guitar.

"No. Boyz. Attack. Covers. End of discussion." Jude said simply blowing a piece of hair out of her face.

"Then what should we do? You haven't said a thing this whole time," Karma remarked as she used her hands as support to hold herself up.

"Maybe because I'm just as lost as you all are when it comes to this. We're supposed to be co-writing songs together or singing covers of Tommy's,"

"Every song he ever wrote was about you," Spiederman said bluntly from behind his guitar.

"What?" Jude was surprised.

"I think it'd be a lot easier if we just did cover songs of either yours or Tommy's," Spiederman added.

"Well, he's got a point Jude." Alyssa said supporting Spiederman. "If we're going to remember Tommy, then he's going to want us to remember the times of his life when he was at his best and happiest. And that's when he was with you," Jude felt tears stinging her eyes.

"I agree, he was all work and bad boy dude before you stepped into his life. Since then he changed. He became the person he had finally wanted to be," Kwest mentioned.

"So, it's decided then? We're going to do Jude and Tommy covers?" Karma asked; hoping to establish the plan.

"Looks like it. You alright with that, Jude?" Mason asked, everyone looked over in Jude's direction. She paused for a moment, removing the bottom of her pen from her mouth before she answered.

"Yeah, let's get started," Jude said with a shy smile as they started to get to work.

Tommy stood in front of the door, a small smile across his face as he watched them all start to work. Dominick and Natalie watched with a satisfied grin on their faces as they all walked off together.

With only four days left, the third day was used to hold private meetings with the artist and Jude as she tried her hardest to help the performers understand what emotions could be running through their heads. At the moment, Jude was sitting at the piano with Karma leaning on the piano, tapping her pen against the journal.

"Alright, since both Tommy and I have co-written songs with you, I think it's safe to say that we can just have you perform a few that are more, close to home," Jude said looking through her last couple albums.

"I think two of the biggies would be 'Have You Ever' and 'Hurt'," Karma remarked pointing the two out. Jude looked at the two songs and then remembered what they were about.

Jude was sitting on the floor of the rehearsal space, it was a few weeks before her eighteenth birthday and she had just gotten into a fight with Tommy. She remembered that Darius wanted her to try and help Karma write a love song, and so Jude quickly started to jot down lyrics.

Her phone sat on the couch, vibrating with Tommy's picture flashing on the screen. Jude just pressed ignore as she continued to write the song, humming the music to herself.

"You'd give anything…to make them feel the same..yeah," Jude sang as she continued to write down the lyrics.

"I agree, hmm, we're going to need two other songs that will keep the audience at least some what positive. We don't want people to come and get their hearts broken all over again. We still want them to be happy about Tom," Jude said as she started to flip through the cd's again.

Karma watched her intently, she saw past her façade that she called 'being professional'. Hell, the two worked in music, the majority of the work was emotions. Karma let her hand rest on Jude's back in a comforting way.

"I know this must be insanely hard for you to do. I just, you deserve like the world's biggest pile of 'props' for organizing this," Karma said. Jude looked up at her with gratitude and then back down at the cd's. "You know, if there's anything I could do-"

"It's okay Karm. I mean I'm not perfectly happy or anything, far from it, but I can talk about him now without breaking down into gut wrenching sobs," Jude said with a strong smile as she pointed out a song "How about this one? It's catchy and will have people cheering,"

"You sure it's appropriate?" Karma asked noticing she picked 'More than a Woman'.

"Yep, it's good,"

"I kind of have a question about one of the songs though," Karma mentioned timidly.

"Which one?"

"Hurt…I've never really sung it before. I mean, I've sung it before, but this is different, it's for something completely different," Karma said, "I think I may have forgotten how to sing it,"

"Hmm, have you tried going back to where you were when you helped write it?" Jude asked.

"What do you mean?"

"Like, what was going through your head when you first sang it? What was happening to you that made you want to write that song?"

"A good friend of mine had passed away, I must've been only like..16 when I wrote it," Karma remarked.

"Okay, I want you to try and remember what it was like to find out about that. How bad it felt, just to the point where you can really get yourself to sing it the way you want," Jude suggested.

"Alright, I think I can do that. What's the last song?" Karma asked. Jude handed her some lyrics. "Not pre-recorded?"

"Nope, Jude Harrison original. It's in an acoustic R&B sound so you should be able to fit it just right," Jude said handing her the recording of the song. "It's pretty easy to follow, make it your own,"

Karma nodded and gathered her things, "I'll see you tomorrow to rehearse and stuff," Jude waved after her as she left the room.

Tommy was sitting with Dominick and Natalie in what appeared to be a restaurant of the sorts. Tommy's eyes quickly glanced about the room, searching for something peculiar to give away what the restaurant's true purpose was. He found nothing.

"So, why are we at a restaurant?" Tommy asked. Natalie looked over at Tommy, puzzled by his question; that is, until she looked over at Dominick and saw his eyes fill with nervousness.

"Oh my goodness, Dominick! You didn't feed him this whole entire time!?" Natalie exclaimed back handing his arm.

"Okay, one, OUCH-"

"I can't believe you didn't feed him," Natalie remarked folding her arms across her chest.

"Feed? I thought I didn't have to eat," Tommy had confusion written all over his face.

"Thank you! My point exactly!" Dominick shouted throwing his hands in the air.

"You're such a moron. Just because he doesn't have to eat doesn't mean he won't want to!" Natalie added and Tommy's attention peaked at the mention of eating.

"I can eat? How? I am dead, right?" Tommy asked poking himself and seeing his finger go into his arm. "Yep, still dead. So how is it I can eat?"

"Like this," Natalie began to butter the French bread and started to eat it.

"He's asking for an explanation, Nat," Dominick remarked obviously annoyed as he continued to rub his arm.

"Oh shut up. You're a big baby and he wouldn't be asking me to explain everything to him if you hadn't explained it to him in the first place," Natalie rebutted with attitude. "You see Tom, we're not in a mortal's restaurant. It's one of the few restaurants around here for spirits. So anything in here that you see, we can touch,"

"Hmm, I see. Okay, I think I'm good to order," Tommy said with a nod.

The waitress walked over with a smile on her face and her notepad and pen ready for their orders. Natalie and Dominick ordered first and then Tommy began.

"Okay, I'll have one cheeseburger, hold the onions, a plate of the bbq spare ribs, a bowl of mashed potatoes, the chicken pot pie, a bowl of clam chowder, the southwestern steak, and three slices of Hawaiian pizza," Tommy said. The waitress got it all down and then remarked. "First time eating since the passing?"

"Yes ma'am it is," Tommy added with a grin as the waitress just nodded and walked off.

Tommy leaned back in his chair, a satisfied grin graced his lips. Natalie looked over to Dominick who had a humorous fear stricken expression painted about his face.

"You starved him!!" Natalie remarked backhanding his arm again, harder.

"I can't starve him if he can't be starved in the first place!!" Dominick replied rubbing his arm again. The two continued to argue and Tommy just watched them go at it in amusement. His eyes bounced between the two as if it was the most important rally between two tennis players at a championship.

Jude was sitting in the room writing a song when Spiederman walked in quietly. He took a seat in the swivel chair next to Jude in front of the lap top. Spiederman started to look through the many playlists in iTunes.

"Anything I can help with Speed?" Jude asked finishing up the lyrics. She closed the notebook and placed the pen down and gave him a childish grin.

"Well, I was wondering if we could change one song. I know we don't have much time already as it is, but I think since everyone else is playing basically a love song of all love songs, that we should too," Spiederman explained.

"You do have a point. If you can find a good song then go with it," Jude's elbow accidentally bumped into Speed's arm, causing him to press play on the laptop.

Tommy's voice coursed through the speakers. "Tommy was going to do a solo album?" Jude said when she heard the unfamiliarity that filled the room.

"Jude's proposal song…He really was going to propose," Spiederman said as he read what the song was labeled. He looked up at Jude who had a look of remorse written across her face. "Here, let me just-"

"Wait." Jude stated, her previous emotion now being replaced with contemplation. She turned her dominant ear to the sound and listened a bit closely. "This is your guys' new song,"

"What? No Jude. We can't play this. It's a song directly from him to you. It's wait too personal," Spiederman replied.

"Speed. All of the songs are personal. Trust me on this. You guys can totally pull this off," Jude said wiping away the tears that had yet to fall. Spiederman pulled her into a hug and held her close to him. He gently kissed the top of her head. She cried a little in his arms as he held her tighter.

"It's gonna be okay, Jude. You'll get through this," Spiederman said.

"We were supposed to be married right now, working on my seventh album. But instead, I'm here. Just wasting away," Jude said wiping her tears.

"He's watching you Jude. He's always with you. And you're not wasting away. You're doing the amazing thing on your part that not everyone in your situation could do. You're living, Jude. It's gonna be hard, dude. You just may fall on your ass and eat it hard, but that's when the rest of us dudes come in," Jude laughed at his example. "We'll catch you when you fall,"

Jude smiled and wrapped her arms around him tighter. She gave him a gift from a friend; a kiss on the cheek.

"Thanks jackass. That was all very well said," Jude remarked.

"No problem big chicken," Spiederman added.