Sorry it took so long for the next chapter, I've been sick and I was waiting for someone to show that they actually wanted more. Thank you to the one person who requested for more. This chapter is dedicated to you.

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Jude's POV

Jude's own smoky blue eyes would gaze out of the tinted window of the great black limo she rode in the back of. The life of a super star in this town wasn't like the one she had been used to back home, at least there everything still seemed somewhat normal. She could live the life of a superstar, but still have her friends, her family, she still had responsibilities. Here, her only responsibility was making sure that she rocked the mic on the stage, in the studio and she continued to come out with deep mind blowing songs every few weeks. Writing the songs had never been the hard part, back when the inspiration was always right in front of her, it was amazing how 3 months away from someone you thought you'd be stronger without.. Truly weakens you. Her mind had been wandering as was custom anymore, while her managed went on and on about her image, her sales, her songs.. She had already heard all of this.

"Jude.. Jude? Are you paying attention?"

"Huh? Oh.. Oh yeah, right, the album.. Yeah I'm sure it'll be ready in no time"

Her manager would sigh in an annoyed fashion.

"that was not what we were talking about Jude.. We were talking about your image, your one of the biggest stars in Paris, but every picture in the tabloids are of you looking lost, looking lonely, looking.. By yourself! Always by yourself!"

Jude would sigh, as she shrugged looking like this shouldn't really be a problem.

"it's really nothing to worry about.. It just takes time getting used to it here, what kind of image do you want me to have anyway? You already got me riding everywhere in limos and signing autographs.."

"you're a rock star.. Act like one! Go out, go to parties, go to clubs, live the life of a star! Your fans want to see that your living the dream.. Besides.."

She would hold up a black leather journal and raise a brow, and Jude looked away already knowing what was coming up. That journal wasn't the one she had come down here with, but her manager wanted her to start completely new and had given her this journal as a 'present' to write songs in.

"I know Stace, okay? I've been trying to come up with something new"

Stace would shake her head as she leaned forward trying to express the importance of what she was saying.

"Jude, you are a good song writer.. You have powerful lyrics that speak to the world, especially the young girls.. But it's always the same pitiful heartbreak, sorrowful songs.. What I need you to do is dig deep and find the true rock goddess inside and write a song about that, a song about how your stronger and better because whatever man couldn't hold onto you.. Sing about going out clubbing and finding a new man.. I don't really care as long as you get me something new that I can publish. You need a new single.. Now, your remake will be done in about 3 days…"

Yeah, right back into the agenda for the next couple of days. It's not like she would be able to forget anything they were supposed to be doing. She was told about a month in advance before hand, Stace had it automatically scheduled in her phone and scheduler that she was now forced to carry with her everywhere. Not to mention there was rarely a time when Jude got to spend more than an hour without someone from the studio following her and reminding her of something she was supposed to do.

Once again her eyes would turn to the passing city, Paris was such a beautiful place, but she couldn't deny that her mind was not on the city that stood so beautifully before her. There was so much that was calling her attention, so much that this city had to offer and yet she stayed closed up like an old book. What was she so afraid of, rejection? She was famous no one rejected her.. No she knew exactly what the problem was, and the fact that she wasn't able to hide it from herself brought a tear to her eye.

Tommy.

Oh god, how could she have left him like that, how could she not have known that she would still be hurting all this time later. Her music was lacking anything but sorrow and depth of missing someone because that's the emotion that had been at the forefront of her life since she left Canada, and Tommy behind. It was amazing how much she longed for the days she could just jump on a plane and rush to his side, apologize for how stupid she had been and then kiss him. She wanted that, bad enough that it hurt to realize that she did not have that option, she couldn't imagine that he would ever want to see her again after she broke his heart the way that she had, besides.. It was Tommy, she was more than sure that he had moved on by now.