He said nothing but stared at her in amazement. She'd said she loved Tommy. Okay so she was asleep when she said it, but surely if she didn't feel it then she wouldn't have said it. He closed his eyes and leaned back against his seat just as the pilot's voice filled the cabin awaking Jude. "Ladies and gentlemen this is your captain speaking. We are shortly due to land so could you please fasten your seatbelts once more until the aircraft has stopped and the seatbelt lights have gone out. Thank you for flying with us and we hope you've enjoyed your flight."
Once they'd got off the plane and hired a cab Jude realised they didn't have any luggage with them. "Erm not to ruin the amazing spontaneous-ness of this plan of yours…but what are we doing about clothes? I mean how long are we staying out here?"
He quickly glanced at her before returning his attention to the road. "We'll go shopping and buy some. You can sleep in either the clothes you have on now or an old shirt of mine. Darius said we could be out here for up to three weeks but its up to you when you want to go home…" He trailed off letting her absorb this information.
"So where are we staying?"
"In a house I have here. We're here now actually."
Jude gasped as they pulled up outside an old picturesque looking white stone cottage-mansion with what sounded like a lake running through the grounds. That or there was a mini waterfall nearby. He smiled at her amazement with the house and parked just outside the garage. He shut off the ignition and turned to her. "Do you want to have a look round alone or the guided tour?" He asked nervously.
"The guided tour of course. If I went by myself I'd get lost for days!" They both laughed and he began to lead her inside the house when Jude's cell burst into life. "Sorry one sec." Jude apologised as she dug her cell out of her pocket to answer. "Hello? Oh hey Speid…can we what? Sorry I can't hear you the connections bad here…yeah…yeah…oh Speid I'm sorry but I can't. I'm in California for a few weeks…with who? Tommy….look Speid don't start….yes I know…yes I do remember…Speid just leave it okay…yes…no…look Speid I don't know okay. We'll talk when I get back. Okay. Bye." Jude hung up and pocketed her cell turning to face Tommy who had moved away in order to give Jude some privacy.
Although he had tried not to he couldn't help but hear some parts of the conversation and guessed that Speid wasn't thrilled about Jude being here. Well tough, thought Tommy, because she was here and she'd chosen to be here. He walked back over to Jude, who was looking slightly annoyed, and offered her his arm. She smiled demurely at him and accepted his arm. Together they strolled around the house with Tommy keeping up a running commentary as Jude drunk in every tiny detail. Finally they reached the final room of the house, or rather the room Tommy had save 'til last. "…and this is the music room." He declared pushing open the double doors and allowing Jude to admire the room.
By far one of the largest rooms in the house the music room consisted of a grand piano, several guitars, a drum kit, a soundboard and a recording area. There was also several gold discs hanging up on the wall, plus signed photographs of Tommy with Boyz Attack and various other artists and groups. Along one wall was several bookshelves all filled with books and various pieces of manuscript, with two large slouchy armchairs in front of them by an open log fire. Jude walked over to the piano and ran her fingers along the ivory keys. "Tommy this room, it's amazing." She finally commented wandering over to the bookshelves and running her fingers along the spines of all the books, taking in their titles. Tommy smiled and indicated to one of the armchairs, inviting her to sit down. Once she had sat down and after Tommy had got a fire started Tommy went into the recording area and selected the right CD.
"And now Ms Harrison, I have one final surprise for you this evening."
"Oh really? And what would that be Tommy?" Questioned Jude slinging her legs over the arm of her chair and facing him as he put the CD in the player.
Tommy said nothing simply turned up the volume on the CD player and leaned against the table watching Jude as the music flooded out of the speakers.
We've
said goodbye, the taxi cab is waiting
Now don't you cry, just one
more kiss
Before I have to go
Hey girl I know the situation
changed
And so much is new but something in my life
Remains the
same cos
Everything
changes but you The rumours true, you know
that there've been others Everything
changes but you Everything changes but
you Though everything changes around
us Everything changes but you Everything
changes but you Everything changes but you
We're a thousand miles apart
But you know I
love you
Everything changes but you
You know everything single
day
I'll be thinking about you
What can I do, I tell you baby they
don't mean a thing
Now girl don't go and throw our love away
I'll
be home soon back in your arms to hear you say that
We're a thousand miles apart
But you know I
love you
Everything changes but you
You know everything single
day
I'll be thinking about you
We're a thousand miles apart
But I still love you (I
do)
Everything changes but you
I'll spend everything single
day
Thinking about you
(Baby don't you cry)
We will be the same as before, forever
more
We're a thousand miles
apart
And I still miss you baby
Everything changes but you
You
know everything single day
I'll be thinking about you
I'll be thinking about you,
Thinking about
you
Everything changes but you
Cos you know I love you
Know
that I love you
I'll be thinkin'
about you,
Thinking about you
Everything changes but you
I love you
The CD ended and the room was silent. Tommy watched Jude, who looked torn between two emotions. Abruptly and without a word Jude rose from her chair and fled the room emitting a strangled sob as she did so. Tommy stared after her and sighed. He'd known that it was risky playing that to her but he felt he'd had to. He couldn't stand not having Jude anymore; it was time to fight back.
In her room Jude threw herself down on the bed and buried her face in the pillow. Why did he have to do that? She was just coming round to the idea of talking to him and using it to move on and then he went and played that song to her. Before she had been so set on what she had to do but now her emotions had flared up again, confusing matters once more. Jude hated to admit it but she did still love Tommy, but he'd still hurt her and he'd betrayed her. She had to move on for her own good. Jude glanced at the clock on the bedside table and saw it was half one in the morning. I may as well get some sleep she thought to herself as she wriggled around on the bed removing her shoes and jewellery before slipping under the covers and closing her eyes.
Several hours later Jude was thrashing around in bed still trying to get to sleep. She threw a frustrated look at the clock, glaring at its aluminous numbers as they informed her it was half past four in the morning. Jude sighed and threw back the covers. Maybe if she wrote something down the thoughts that had been buzzing through her head would stop allowing her to get some shut-eye. She softly padded down to the music room and prayed Tommy wasn't still in there. Luckily he had gone to bed long ago and the room was empty. She went straight to the bookcase and located a sheet of manuscript paper and some lined paper for lyrics. Taking a seat at the piano Jude wrote down her main thoughts and soon she was frantically scribbling as ideas poured from her mind to the paper in front of her. An hour later she was trying out various chords on one of the guitars in the corner and humming along to herself. Eventually she got the right chords and fashioned the melody line to fit her lyrics. Cleansed of her thoughts Jude set down the pencil and made her way back to bed. Sleep was calling her. By the time she finally collapsed into bed it was half past six in the morning and the sun was just rising on the other side of the house.
The dawn sun shone cheerfully through his window irritating Tommy. He'd forgotten that this bedroom was facing the side where the sun rose, damn sun he thought bitterly as he dragged himself out of bed knowing there was no point in trying to get anymore sleep. Not that he had been sleeping much anyway. He had just kept going through the night and wondering if he'd done the right thing with Jude. He just hoped he hadn't pushed her further away from him. He pulled on a shirt from the wardrobe and yesterday's jeans before making his way to the music room. He thought he'd heard guitar playing very faintly at about half five that morning and wondered if Jude was in the room. She wasn't in there but a sheet of manuscript paper and the accompanying lyrics were there. On the top right hand corner of the lyrics paper Jude had softly written his name in the margin. Tommy didn't know if that meant the song was for him, about him or that she had just been thinking about him. Feeling like he was invading her privacy but unable to help himself Tommy scanned through the lyrics Jude had written but a few hours earlier.
Sentimental
days in a misty clouded haze of a memory that now feels untrue. Somebody bring up the lights I want you to see.
(Don't you feel sorry for me) Tangled in a
web with a pain hard to forget. Somebody bring up the lights I want you to see.
(Don't you feel sorry for me) I still
love. Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Sentimental
days in a misty clouded haze of a memory that now feels untrue. So,
somebody bring up the lights I want you to see, ooooh. (Don't you
feel sorry for me)
I
used to feel disguised, now I leave the mask behind painting pictures
that aren't so blue.
The pages I've turned are the lessons I've
learned.
My life turned around, but I'm
still living my dreams.
(Yes, it's true that I've been) Through it
all.
I've hit about a million walls.
Welcome to my truth. I
still love.
Welcome to my truth. I still love.
That was a time that I've now put
to rest.
Oh-oh, the pages I've turned are the lessons I've
learned, oh.
My life turned around, but I'm
still living my dreams.
(Yes, it's true that I've been) Through it
all.
I've hit about a million walls.
Welcome to my truth. I
still love.
Welcome to my truth. I still love.
And you know
that I still love. Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
My life turned around, but I'm still living my
dreams.
(Yes, it's true I've been) I've been through it all.
I've
hit about a million walls.
Welcome to my truth. I still love
Oh,
somebody bring up the lights I want you to see, ooh. (Don't you
feel sorry for me)
My life turned around, but I'm still living my
dreams.
(Yes, it's true that I've been)
I still, I still
love.
(Yes, it's true that I've been)
I still, I still love.
Well, thought Tommy, maybe there is hope after all.