"Its perfect." I said as I looked at the lyrics I wrote. I could tell the guys were getting restless because Spied had gone through at least 10 pieces of sheet music before I said it was perfect.

"Well dude, it should be, we practiced it at least 300 times." Spied said moving from the piano to the couch and laying down. Kyle sat at the drum set with his head resting on the snare. He was asleep. I checked the time on my phone, 8? Already, wow I guess I took longer to write than I noticed. But I was absolutely certain this song was perfect.

I looked at Wally who was messing with some chords on his bass, "Thank you, since you're the only one that isn't passed out yet." I gave him a smile.

"No problem Jude, you know we're always gonna be there for our number one singer," He said taking off his bass and setting it down, he walked over to Kyle and woke him up and then threw a drumstick and Spied, "But I'm way over due for my rib intake, meat night guys?" Kyle nodded and set his other drumstick down.

Spied sprung up at the sound of ribs, "Totally dude, lets go, I'm starving, See ya later dude." I smiled as they practically ran out the door. I took one last look at my journal and the song, quickly I wrote down the perfect title that popped into my head, and closed my journal. Man I was beat, and I realized I had to car, Tommy brought me here. He probably thought Spied would take me home.

I dialed Tommy's number and the phone just kept ringing, I was about to give up when I heard an answer, "Hello?" But it wasn't Tommy's voice, it was Sadie. I'm a pessimist, you should know that, so I assumed the worst. Sadie and Tommy had to be back together, why else would she have his phone. That's the only thing that made any sense. I froze the second she answered, I couldn't even speak. The squeal that was stuck in my throat wouldn't even budge. I hung up as soon as I could. Oh my God. But then I thought, what did I expect? I pressed Sadie to be the opposite of what Tommy hated, which means she was what Tommy loved now. I stuffed my phone back into my pocket, I should have known it was too good to be true. I grabbed my jacket that was shed while Tommy was still here. And I stormed out, I ran all the way home and noticed that Sadie wasn't even home. So that just proved more of my suspicions. I ran straight to my room.

I told myself I wouldn't cry, that Tommy wasn't worth it, especially not after two days. So instead I grabbed a pen from my bed side table and scratched the pages of my notebook until I had a song even better than the one I wrote earlier. I could hear it in my head and grabbed empty sheet music. I took my guitar from the corner and strummed the notes as I wrote each cord variation down, the key changes and everything. They fit. I looked at what I had and I heard the front door open. I saw Tommy's car in the driveway, but I heard Sadie's heels clicking against the hardwood floor. I quickly stripped, and into pj's, I slipped into bed and made sure to be quiet as Sadie checked in my room.

I let out a heavy but silent breath as she closed the door. I yawned when I looked at the time to see it was almost midnight. These late nights would catch up to me that's for sure, I slowly drifted into a dreamless sleep.

The next couple of days I managed to ignore Tommy by saying I was really busy in the studio. I made up excuses like Jamie wanted to pump out an album before the instant glow wore off. But I sure had not forgotten that Darius said it was mandatory for Tommy to be there. And it was harder to avoid him with him working part time at the same record label. But being an A&R rep he was running in and out. Once he caught me making some coffee, It wasn't my swiftest escape but I managed to get out before any major interaction happened. I know this may seem silly to be avoiding him like this but I definitely did not need to heat about him and my sister getting back together. Good for them, just let me live my life in peace.

So when Wednesday finally rolled around I didn't have to pretend to be busy because I actually was. Darius had a photo shoot arranged before the show and his sister Portia had me in fitting after that, trying to find the perfect outfit to debut the new song. Darius of coarse had to approve the song and if he didn't like the ones I had written he would give me a song to sing. But he said that he prayed I had something that would sell because the PR department already said I would be debuting a brand new Jude Harrison original. Not that I wasn't excited but I just couldn't stop thinking about Tommy. This was the first time I hadn't talked to him for more than 2 days. I mean we had fights but when we fought we both did something wrong but this time he probably knew he just wanted to be rational, not the typical Tommy tantrum, thank God.

I was sitting in the studio in-between photo's and fittings because Portia's clothes rack had mysteriously gone missing, another thing going well about the day. I sat singing the song I wrote that Sunday when I got home from the rehearsal space. I heard the door creak open but I didn't care, I just kept playing.

Jamie sat there quietly listening to the song watching me as I strummed the guitar, "That's great, is that what you're pitching to Darius?"

"I don't know yet, I wrote two songs, I think this one though, it feels right." I said sighing as I set the guitar down.

"You wanna talk about it?" he asked cocking his head a little bit, like Tommy always did, I was happy this time is was Jamie and not Tommy. He turned out to be not as bad as I thought. He got me. He was way more savvy in the music biz than I ever thought a boy bander would be.

"Kinda."

"Well portia still cant find the rack so we have some time." He said leaning against the soundboard.

I sighed, "I think Tommy and my sister got back together." He knew exactly what this meant, because being in the studio so much meant that I splurged my heart out to Jamie, he was the only one there, so that was my only option.

I was pleasantly surprised when he said, "Girl like you deserves better. He seems like a womanizer."

I laughed, Jamie made me laugh all this week when I thought that was impossible, he sure was nice, I'll give him that, "Well Tommy is the kind to have girls all over him. If that's what you want to call a womanizer."

He smiled, "That would be the general definition of a womanizer."

"So how do you account for your boy band days, wouldn't you be a womanizer too?" I asked.

"Guess this means it my turn to share, since you told me your life story and all. When back then yeah, I was a womanizer, but not like the other guys, I mean I had groupies but I never took advantage, like them. They had a different girl every night, I didn't like that idea. So now, I just do relationships, I mean you probably wont believe me but in high school, I was kind of a dork." He finished with a smirk. I looked him over once his leather sporty jacket and his most likely expensive shoes, I could almost see the bandana form around his temples. I couldn't contain my laughter. "What's so funny?"

I just get howling, he kept his questioning look for a good while but then he cracked a smile and started laughing with me when I calmed down I finally spoke, "Im sorry, I can actually see you in high school, a nirvana t shirt, some converse sneakers, an emo haircut and some dorky glasses, Jamie Andrews lives! I dare you to come into work like that one day."

He chuckled, "You basically just pin pointed my wardrobe during all of high school, although, right before I auditioned I did lose the glasses and slowly they took away everything else. Guess that's not what the ladies wanted." He smiled brilliantly, "Took them a while to get rid of all my pairs of converse though." I laughed, Jamie seemed like the type of guy I would be friends with in high school.

"So is that offer still on the table?" I asked getting a little more serious.

He looked surprised, but not in a bad way, "Really?"

"Yeah, I would love to spend some more time with you." I replied honestly, he was really turning out to be a great guy.

"Of coarse its still on the table, its like a buffet, help yourself!" he said enthusiastically. I could help but laugh at him.

Portia walked in, "Someone hid my rack in Studio C, Jude honey come on, time for fitting."

"Yeah, one sec." I said and she looked at Jamie and rolled her eyes. I wondered what that was about but I set that off to discuss at a later date, "So, 7 tonight?" I said getting up walking towards the door.

"No sooner or later." Jamie nodded with a wink. I smiled at him. Wow, who knew ex-boy banders were that cool. Suddenly I found myself not regretting that I lied to Tommy and avoided him. It had turned out better than I thought. I walked up to Portia with what she called a stupid smile on my face.

"Jude, come one lets get going, we have 4 hours opt get you ready and D hasn't even approved your song yet." I laughed at her, "What is so funny?" she asked desperately.

"4 hours is more time than I would ever need to get ready." I said doubting her.

She huffed, "Well, honey, you'd be surprised." she said holding up two or three outfits in front of me. All of them were leather, pink leather, not only that but they were so short I wouldn't be able to walk without flashing the world.

I shook my head in disagreement, "No way Portia, I refuse to look like a pink plastered Barbie doll turned prostitute."

"And the inner rock diva surfaces." she said rolling her eyes. She looked trough the rack and grabbed another few outfits that were not pink but just as short. I shook my head again giving her an unsatisfied look, "And you said this wouldn't take long."

After about an hour of going through 4 racks and more outfits than I had bought, ever, she finally gave up on finding one for me, "Okay kid, what do you want to wear, and don't let it be ripped jeans and a band t-shirt, your going to be television, please do me justice." I smiled at her and turned my head to the racks.

"I cant wear jeans?" I asked.

She looked at me quizzically, "Depends, which jeans?"

I pulled out a pair of plain dark denim skinny jeans with a golden yellow lining and a patterned design on the back pockets, "Those are sensational."

I smiled and put them down in the chair I had been sitting in while she gave me horrid choices. I looked through the shirts trying to fine something not pink. I came across a white blouse that caught my eye.

I pulled it out and Portia gasped as I did. It was plain white no tacky design, no cool band logo. just plain white with slight ruffles around a plunging neck line. Portia seemed to think it would fit my figure perfectly, I believe she said, "perfect for a petite with itty bitty titties." I looked at her in disbelief, that was just weird to be coming out of Portia's mouth.

I wasn't insulted though, I don't mind having small boobs, make sit easier to rock out on stage, and I that way I know guys are looking at ME.

"Go put it on, then we'll move onto shoes!" Portia was obviously happy with my choice. I went into the changing room. When I walked out Portia gasped and fell against the railing trying to stay up, over dramatic as always, "Oh my, GOD, its perfect Jude you look so mature! Now here we have a selection of heels, you're going to want white or off-white to watch the top."

"Okay, I've got a proposition, I'll wear heels, if I get to leave my hair down." I never liked people messing with my hair, I liked it simple. (P.S. Jude has season 3 hair, she might cut it later but I don't know yet. If you have a preference please feel free to tell me :])

"Fine, pick your poison." Portia said pointing to the shoes on the carts that had been brought in along with the clothes racks. I saw a pair of shoes that were strappy heels, they were open toed (think 18 pt. 1 right before Jude runs into hunter.)

I picked them up, "These ok?" I questioned, Portia looked at them and then at the blouse, and nodded, "Kay so I'm done? I can go pitch to Darius?" Again she nodded and I raced to get out of the clothes that I would soon have to put back on. Okay so Portia was right, it took 3 hours, and if I was lucky Darius would take less than an hour. I went into the studio where I left my bag with Jamie, it had the two songs on a CD to pitch for D.

When I raced in there Jamie had my bag ready, "Hey rockstar, want some moral support?"

"Sure, but I gotta get this done, I have to be at the show in an hour." I quickly raced out of the studio and Jamie causally followed. I slowed down to knock on D's door, before anyone could answer Jamie walked up and opened it. I could never do that, Darius scared me too much, I would be afraid I would come out without a head.

I walked in after Jamie and Darius didn't scream, he didn't even glare he simply looked up and said, "So whats my Instant star got?"

"I made a CD, I have two new songs." I said nervously, but not as much as right before I walked in.

"If they are good they'll both go on the album. Good girl writing two, where's the CD?" I handed him the CD and he got up to put it into the CD player in the back left corner of his office. He listened intently. It was still surreal to hear my own voice sound like a professional. We just sat listening to the songs, and I was not too surprised when D told me to sing the second song. But he was happy with both, "Great work Jude, keep it up and you'll hit number one," He clapped his hands together loudly, " like that!"

I was so happy. When I walked out f Darius's office Jamie turned to me and said, "You did it, you are the real thing." I hugged him tightly, I was so happy. Then I heard Portia call my name.

"Jude, you gotta be at the studio in half an hour, you know where it is, right?" I nodded.

"See you at the show?" I turned back to Jamie. This time he nodded. I smiled and went to get my guitar and headed straight to the studio.

I walked onto set and looked out into the studio audience, and I saw my sister, and who was that next to her? Why Tommy of coarse, who else? He looked at me the same time my eyes went to him. He smiled, I turned away. Poor thing, still clueless. He will try and talk to me after the show. . . Unless. . .