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Another hour had passed on the plane, and Tommy had allowed himself to get some sleep, which was hard, because Jude was asleep on his lap. Not that Tommy had minded one bit; he would have stayed like that forever for his rockstar.
45 minutes later, after some much needed sleep, Tommy slowly awoke at the sound of a stewardess' too- perky voice saying, they were about to land.
"Sir, I need you to put your in seat in up- lock position, we're about to land," she chimed, before disappearing down the aisle of the plane.
Tommy stretched (as much as allowed with the room that he had on an airplane), and rubbed his eyes. He then turned, and shook Jude lightly, trying to wake her up. After much effort, Jude still didn't budge.
And even seven years later, she still is nearly impossible to wake up! Tommy thought.
"Jude, girl, wake up!" Tommy whispered softly in her ear.
"Mmm…" Jude mumbled, not wanting waking up.
Tommy kissed Jude softly, yet passionately on the lips, in hope that his "last resort" (which he wished was his first resort), would work best.
Jude shot up. "Tommy!" she practically yelled, her cheeks flushing red.
Jude, sat up in her seat, straightened out her clothes, as she looked at Tommy.
"Are we about to land?" Jude questioned Tommy.
Yes," Tommy answered.
"Okay," Jude responded, as she looked down at Tommy's hands, which were gripped tightly to his seat, and turning a pinkish- purple color, and his veins were also seen.
Jude raised an eyebrow at this.
Tommy could feel her eyes looking upon him, and he looked up.
"I'm ok with lifting off but landings, and I don't get along!" Tommy answered her unasked question truthfully. After all that they had been through, he didn't even see the point of even trying to lie or hold back his true feelings anymore.
Jude chuckled.
"Hey don't laugh!" Tommy protested, pretended to pout, even though he was chuckling too.
Jude just smiled, and there was silence (unless you count those awkward, sideways, "check- out", glances) until the plane landed.
They all got off the plane accordingly, and headed towards the baggage claim.
Tommy and Jude emerged out to the gate, to find their kids, plus Marta, Penny, Rocky, and James already there.
They were expecting them to be there, but they were excited when they spotted two other people there as well.
"Craig, Ellie!" Jude called, excitedly, running towards her old friends.
Craig, had been Jude's opening act for her third tour, when his fame was just rising, and the two had quickly created a brother- sister relationship. By her fourth tour, and Craig's second, Craig bore news of a new girl friend named Ellie, whom he shared a special bond with. No sooner had Jude met Ellie, and they quickly became friends, once they discovered that, Ellie too, shared their passion for music.
"Long time no see, guys. How've you been?" Craig asked, greeted his old friends. He gave Jude a big bear hug, and him and Tommy shared a "Man Shake".
Ellie hugged Jude and Tommy, as well.
"I've been… tired," Tommy replied with lethargy; you could tell it too, his eyes were blood- shot.
Even if they all didn't have blood- shot eyes like Tommy's, everybody had to agree.
"Hey mom," Max finally spoke up, "Coca finally fell asleep about a half hour before we landed, but we didn't have the heart to wake her up," he told Jude, pointing to the limp, 7 year old girl in his arms.
"Oh just let her sleep. Here, give her to me" Jude replied.
Max began to hand Coca to Jude, when Tommy spoke up.
"Here, let me take her," Tommy offered, accepting usually very energetic even year
"Let's just go over to the baggage exchange so we can get our luggage" Jude suggested, and just like everyone else, wanted to find a bed to crash in.
They all agreed again, found their luggage, got the keys to the cars they had rented, and went to the to the hotel.
When they got in the lobby of the Hilton they were staying at, Jude and Tommy left Coca with their older children, and went to check in.
They got up to the check-in desk and a man behind it looked up at them.
"Welcome to the Hilton. How may I help you?" the man greeted with a smile. The kind of smile that every employee wore on his or her faces.
"We're here to check in," Jude said.
"Last name?" the man named Josh asked.
"Quincy," Tommy answered.
"It says here there are eight members of your party, correct?" Josh asked.
"Right" Tommy confirmed.
"You requested three suites (One for the girls, one for the boys, and one for Coca, Tommy, and Jude), right?" the man asked to confirm.
"No. We wanted four suites," Jude corrected the man.
Josh checked and shook his head.
"That's not what it says here," the man said.
"Ugh! Can we change it to three suites then?" Jude asked, getting annoyed.
The man looked at their bookings, and then shook his head 'No'.
"I'm sorry Mrs. Quincy, but we're all booked. Can we offer you a spa package or another one of our specialty packages? I'm truly sorry, but there's a wedding here this weekend, and we over booked,"
"We'll figure it out. Can we please just get our room keys?" Tommy snipped, too tired to really care. The man complied to that request, and handed them their keys
Tommy and Jude went back to the group, explained to them the situation, quickly worked out the sleeping arrangements, and handed them their respective keys.
They all said goodbye, and went up to their suites.
Tommy and Jude did the same, but both trying to figure out how the arrangement was going to work. Coca had ended up sharing a room with Ari, Marta and Penny had a room, and the guys had a room.
They were all on the 6th floor.
As Tommy and Jude entered their suite, both of their jaws dropped. It was huge!
There was a couch, a flat-screen TV, a stereo system, a coffee table, a kitchen (well, as close to a kitchen as one can get in a hotel), a bathroom, and of course the bedroom.
Tommy looked at the bedroom first, and loved it instantly. But then he thought of Jude and how he put her through so much by a seven-year absence. So he decided to give Jude the bed and he would sleep on the pullout couch bed. It was the least that he could do.
"Jude" Tommy called.
"Yeah?" Jude asked, coming in the bedroom.
"You can have the bed. I'll sleep on the pull-out couch bed," Tommy answered.
"You sure?" Jude inquired.
"Yeah, positive" Tommy replied.
"Ok" Jude said.
"Well, goodnight Jude" Tommy said.
"Goodnight Tommy" Jude said back, wondering why Tommy was acting awkwardly all of a sudden.
Tommy was acting weird because the day after tomorrow, he was planning on asking Jude on a date with him. It was going to be on a dinner boat called The Hornblower. He was nervous at how it was going to go. He just hoped she would agree to go with him.
Tommy tried to sleep, but he kept turning around, because springs were wedging into his back, and his neck.
Jude noticed this, and spoke up.
"Aw… h3ll Tommy, get your sorry self in here," Jude said, pulling down the sheets on the other side of her.
Tommy went to protest, but Jude cut him off.
"Get you a55 over here, Quincy!" Jude demanded, and then paused. "Unless you'd rather sleep on that pathetic excuse for a bed,"
Tommy obligated, and there were no complaints there. Not that he minded sharing a bed with Jude again, of course.
The next night at the Fillmore, the "Subliminal Stockbrokers" were doing sound check, and practicing for their concert.
Tommy was helping with the sound check because their usual engineer was in Tahiti, and their backup called in sick.
Ari was practicing on the drums, playing one of 'Sublime's' earlier songs from their first album, while a man from facilities casually swept the stage.
A swirl of dust came into Ari's face, and she started coughing vigorously. Ari couldn't stop, and she didn't have a water bottle out on stage yet…
"We're letting people in now," the manager, announced, "So we have to let the warm- up band prepare,"
Ari nodded her head, and went to find the rest of the band.
The mediocre opening band played, and Sublime finally took stage.
"Alright ya'll, it's time for intermission, so stick around," Marta announced, as the band exited the stage.
Ari headed to the exclusive entrance, and was escorted to the RV (Margie, the bands tour bus driver, and Speid's Mom, had left 10 days earlier to drive it out, because they had a short tour scheduled for the way back to New York City).
She went pulled herself up the steps, and nearly clasped once she reached the top.
And that's when she felt herself not being able to breathe at all. She began to wheeze, and she knew that she was starting to have an asthma attack.
She fumbled around for her cellphone, but then remembered that it was backstage, and that she didn't keep it on her when she performed.
She then started fumbling around for her inhaler but she couldn't find it. She was now concentrating on getting herself to breathe.
And that's when she collapsed on the couch, and everything faded to black…
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