Why do I feel like that has been in lack of updating for Instant Star, or any of the stories I read? I know it's been a week since I've updated. But it seems like nothing else is getting updated either. I guess everyone is just busy. But in other news I'm amazing, and this is the part you've all been waiting for. Note it's titled, what you've been waiting for. I'm clever like that, or lazy. So thank you for the reviews, I enjoy feeling loved.
She knew he would show up, she had been expecting it since they had seen each other in the studio, that frozen moment in time, Speid reaching for her hand to drag her out, Karma holding onto his arm, just like the day she had first saw him on the street.
She watched him as he crossed the street and pulled the door open, the way his eye brows scrunched together made it hard to tell if he was thinking, or angry. But she stopped him before he said it, the greeting she dreaded. "If you even say it, I swear on all the dead Beatles I will hurt you."
"Okay." He laughed putting his hands up. "So, Jude Harrison."
"Yes, Tommy Quincy?" she asked. It was the first time he had said her name, and she liked the way it sounded on his lips. That worried her, because she knew she should be repulsed by him saying her name, knowing her name.
"Why didn't you tell me?" he asked.
"Tell you what?" she wondered.
"That you sing, that you're the girl from the street corner." Tommy laughed.
"Because you never asked." Jude told him simply, starting on a drink for him. She didn't need to ask him what he wanted, she just knew. "You asked if you knew me, and you didn't, and you still don't."
"Still, you should have told me, I would have been able to help you out." He told her.
Jude wanted to laugh, maybe it was an old habit, or all those years of hating on boy bands. "Honestly, my music is sort of real, serious, not something I would share with a booty shaker." She gave him a small smile before handing over his coffee.
"Booty shaker?" he asked. He was sure that was meant to offended him, and he was sure when he walked away it would, but looking at her, he knew that she could call him anything and it wouldn't matter.
"You're Little Tommy Q, not Billy Joel or Tim Armstrong." Jude told him. She was serious about her music. And even if she enjoyed making him coffee, that didn't mean she would enjoy him listening to her music. And to be honesty she didn't even know that he worked at G Major still. She had thought he had left after the first Instant Star contest. "Plus you come here for coffee, not music." She told him. She looked over at the picture on the counter, one that she was sure he had to have seen, one of her and her band mates.
"You're going to regret calling me Little Tommy Q." he smirked at her before leaving the money on the counter.
"Enjoy the coffee!" she said as he walked away from her.
It wasn't until the next day that she understood what he had meant by regret calling him that.
"I've got good news!" Darius Mills said coming into the studio to meet with his newly signed group. "Because I believe in you so much, I'm giving you our top producer."
"I thought Kwest was producing us?" Jude asked, looking around at her band mates. They were pretty happy with the way things were going, even though it had only been a few days. They all liked Kwest. The guys were able to joke around with him, and his personality was easy going. He seemed excited to listen to them, and their ideas. Jude didn't like the idea of working with a 'top' producer. She was sure he wouldn't be as laid back as Kwest seemed.
"Yeah, King Kwest!" Speiderman said playing a few chords on his guitar, confirming everything Jude was silently thinking.
"Kwest has an album I need him to wrap up, and my top producer just became free. Take this great opportunity, it only comes around once." His tone wasn't as happy this time around, and they knew they had no say in the matter. It was already a done deal.
"Sounds like fun." Jude nodded, she was scared of Darius, he appeared to be a man that needed to control everything, and that wasn't something she was use to. So she knew she had to play along, they had to make it work because this was their shot. "Who is it?" she wondered.
"Tom Quincy." Darius smiled.
Jude could feel her stomach drop, and hear his words in her head, 'You're going to regret calling me Little Tommy Q'.
"You mean Little Tommy Q from Boys Attack?" Spiederman laughed, doubling over, thinking it was a joke.
"It's Tom Quincy." The man barked from the other side of the glass. The smile that Jude was use to seeing was no longer there, but replaced with tight lips and sharp, cold eyes. "Don't you ever call me Little Tommy Q again." There was an undertone in his voice as well, one that she had never heard before.
"T, this is Jude and the Mind Explosion." Darius laughed, "Make me something brilliant."
"Let's hear what you've got." Tommy sighed, sitting down behind the sound board, he appeared to be bored, and Jude wondered if it was an act.
Jude couldn't move, she stayed frozen in her spot, staring at him, trying to understand his expression.
"Sometime today." He didn't look at her.
"Dude." Speiderman said, pulling her back to reality.
"Yeah, sorry." Jude mumbled, turning to look at them. "Uh, let's do Me Out of Me." Jude said before turning back to face him. She could feel the butterflies in her stomach.
Why you always trying to make me something that I don't wanna be? You just can't take the me out of me I won't change my hair, I don't care if you call me a freak (freak)
Ooo, push me over, make me over, try to make a joke out of me
There's something you should know
I won't change and I'm not letting go
There's something you will see
You can't turn down cuz I'm breakin free ya
Cuz that's what I need the world to see
You just can't take the me out of me
Oh there's no one else I'd rather be
Won't change my attitude, no I'll never change the way that I speak
There's something you should know
I won't change no I won't-
His hand slammed down so hard on the button Jude was sure she could hear it through the soundproof glass. He placed his hands over his ears, and his face looked sour.
"That's enough, when I said I wanted to hear what you had, I didn't mean I wanted you to make my ears bleed." He looked up at her for the first time.
"Excuse me!" Jude shouted stepping forward, ready to channel her inner Patsy. She could almost picture herself going in there and punching him.
"Seriously, how many times did you say me?" He shook his head. "Those lyrics, and the guitar, it hurts my ears."
"I wrote that song." Jude snapped back at him. "And at least my songs are better than picking up the pieces of some broken heart, mine actually have meaning."
"Oh, that stung." Tommy rolled his eyes. He hadn't meant to pick a fight with her, it wasn't her voice, it was just the song she was singing, but he could quickly tell the two were the same to her. "That song is juvenile, it's to high school, and way too selfish."
"No." Jude said simply hanging up the head phones. "Like I said, you can't take the me, out of me."
"That doesn't make sense." Tommy shouted in frustration.
The three band members watched as the two started a fight, over what they weren't sure, but they knew Jude, and they knew better than to question her about her songs.
"Look blondie, you might not like love songs, but those are what sell, and Darius wants something he can sell, it's the only way you're going to get a good single." Tommy told her.
"I think we should take five, maybe talk about it." Speid said quickly, seeing the wheels turn in her head. He knew her, he knew just about everything about her, and he knew where her mind was going, somewhere it shouldn't.
"Fine, take five." Tommy mumbled, pushing away from the sound board and turning away from them.