Jude stood in the loft door clutching the white bathrobe closed. She knew she had bed head, and she was scared to open her mouth and speak, unsure of how had her morning breathe was. But even if she wasn't scared, she didn't know what to say as she looked at the two men standing in front of her. Luke and David had been the two producers she had worked with the most, they had been her musical partners, and now that they standing outside of her loft, looking just like she remembered them, perfect, and she knew she didn't even look close to perfect. She knew they had never looked at her like this before. She glanced behind her, Tommy still in the bed, trying to push himself up.

"Don't tell me we woke you." Luke laughed, he was always more easy going than David, more playful, more her age.

Jude had never felt so naked in front of them before, she pulled the robe tighter around her, confused as to what was happening. As first she thought it was a dream, it had to have been a dream, but reality was sinking in, and she could hear Tommy behind her.

"Going to invite us in?" David asked, looking over at the large man guarding the door.

"Umm, yeah, sorry." Jude nodded, opening the door and stepping back, giving them room to pass. She followed behind them, trying to smooth out her hair. She looked over at Tommy as he pulled a T-shirt on over his head. This wasn't the morning she had been looking forward to, the one she had been counting on.

"I hope it's not too early for guests." David said looking back at Jude. It was easy for her to read the disapproval on his face. Even though he was the type of person to keep his opinions to myself, she could still tell what he thought of the situation he had walked in on.

Jude shook her head. David was her older and better known producer. She had been so excited to work with him, to be in the same studio that her idols had once been in, to work with their producer. He was known for working with everyone from John Elton and Bono to Justin Timberlake. He was the man to have behind the sound board, the man that had helped her launch a new musically career.

"Of course not." Jude said, pulling the belt of her robe tighter, wishing she had put pants on before she got out of bed. "David, Luke this is Tom Quincy." She said making the introductions.

"Quincy, it's been awhile." David said nodding at him.

"Yeah, it's good to see you again." Tommy said shaking Luke's hand.

"I'll-we'll get you some coffee." Jude said looking around the loft. She wasn't sure if they even had coffee, if Tommy had coffee. She grabbed some clothes off the couch as she walked by, and reached for Tommy's arm, pulling him with her.

The makeshift kitchen wasn't much, a table Speid had brought, a toaster oven, the coffee maker she had bought when her, Sadie and Jamie had decided it would be their new tree fort, their place to run too and a small fridge Tommy had filled with water. But it was enough to give them distance to whisper without being heard.

"You didn't tell me David was your producer!" Tommy whispered, looking urgently at Jude.

"Yeah, well you didn't tell me you knew him." Jude looked back at him. She looked through the pile of clothes, looking for anything she could put on, something to cover her bare legs.

"Boyz Attack, who do you think produced the first album?" Tommy said reaching for cups. "What are they even doing here, how did they find you?"

Jude sighed and pulled on a pair of what she guessed where Tommy's gym shorts. "I don't know, I don't know, Tommy." She said before turning back around and looking at the two men. "I take it this isn't a social call."

"I don't do social calls." David said. Jude knew it was true, work was work, he didn't mix any part of his personally life with his work, and no work with his personally life. She had always wondered how he had become so successful at keeping the two separate.

"It's true, you should have heard him complain, the whole flight over." Luke laughed. "But look at you dear, you're glowing, you look amazing. Is it all the sun here? I can't imagine that the air is any cleaner. Maybe it's a certain Boyz Attack member?"

Luke had only worked with Jude on her last album. He was new but talented. He had studies at Oxford for something that had nothing to do with music, and it always amazed Jude at how normal he seemed. He was only a few years older than Jude, and she knew that David was worried about bringing him onto the album, worried about personal relationships. But it didn't take David long to figure out that he had more to worry about with Luke than Jude did.

She didn't know what to say, she couldn't even explain last night to herself yet, let alone to Luke. She just gave him a small smile, and turned, searching for Tommy to save her.

"What are you guys doing here?" Jude asked, watching as Tommy brought them cups of coffee. She gladly accepted one from him, needing to have something in her hands.

"Did you think just because you hopped the pond, news of what you've been up to wouldn't reach us, or the label?" Luke asked. When Jude still looked confused, he continued. "You're producing an album, and a sudden surprise song."

"Yeah, for Instant Star." Jude nodded, still unsure what that had to do with anything. She had told Nikola, and Dylan. They had both seemed fine with her producing. She wasn't under contract, and it was only three songs, a way to keep her out of trouble while home in Toronto. She had walked with Paddy about the song, and explained how she needed to do, for her own sanity, and he had agreed to handle the liable.

"You've got the whole label in an up roar." David sighed, taking a seat on the couch. Luke sat next to him, while Jude and Tommy went over to sit on the end of the bed.

"Over what?" Jude asked. "Artists do side projects all the time. Remember when Ian started producing that band at Sun Records? He was under contract then."

"It's more management than us." David told her. "They don't want to see you getting too comfortable here."

Jude thought for a moment, looking at the two men. She could feel Tommy's body next to her, his arm brushing hers. She looked back at David and Luke, and saw it all spelled out on their faces. "They sent you with the contract." She smiled. Her two months were almost up, and she had figured they would wait for her to return to London before signing, but now she understood what was going on, and why her producers had shown up.

"It's bloody brilliant." Luke said leaning forwards and slapping his hands on his knees. "They wanted to send over Dylan, but I knew I had to be here to see your face, and look, you're just delighted!"

Jude could feel the smile on her face. She had been waiting for long for this, to sign, to get back into the studio, to write, to play her own music. But it seemed like the more excited she got, the more aware she became of the body next to her. She could feel him tense up, and she looked at his face, she couldn't read any real emotion. For a split second she remembered the way he looked on the day she had left Toronto, the pain in his eyes, the tight halfhearted smile he had given her. She looked back over at David and Luke, and could feel the excitement drain.

"They want to ensure you're return." David said, pulling the file out of his bag. He handed it over to her.

Jude stood up to retrieve the folder from him. She looked down at it, unsure of what to say at the moment. She wanted to be excited, she had been waiting for this, waiting for permission to record, to sing, to do the only thing she truly could. But it was different this time, the man sitting next to her made it different. She had done it for so long without him. He had left her go, watched her from afar, and supported her silently the whole time. Could she ask him to keep doing that, could she leave him again?

"It's easy to see that we are too early for Canadian standers." David said standing up. "Look it over, there are some things in there I think you'll be pleased with."

"We're staying at the Four Seasons." Luke said following the lead. "I want to see your studio here," he whispered hugging Jude.

"Yeah." Jude gave them a polite smile. The mention of the Four Seasons made the Royal Alexandra Theatre pop into her head. She had been there so many times, when she was younger, she had watched plays there, but once she entered the music industry she had attended award ceremony's there, the last one had been with Tommy on her arm. She looked back at him when the door was closed, still sitting on the bed, eyes on the ground. He looked stiff, if it wasn't for the steady movement of his chest, she would have assumed that he was frozen in place.

"Tommy?" she whispered, taking the spot on the bed next to him.

"This is great news, I'm happy for you." Jude could tell that the words were forced, there was no happiness in his tone, no smile on his lips, and no excitement in his eyes.

"Can we talk about this, about what it means?" she asked. She herself wasn't sure what it meant, what it meant for her, for them. Could she leave him again after last night? When she had woken up next to him, his eyes watching her, arms still wrapped around her, she thought she could do that every morning and never need anything else. But now, now she wasn't sure.

"I need to shower and get to G Major, make sure D doesn't need anything else." He said hurried, as he stood and left her sitting here, alone.

Jude sat there for a moment, staring at the bathroom door, trying to think of what her next move should be, what she needed to do. But she couldn't think, she didn't know what to do. She quickly gathered her clothes from the floor, and slipped into her shoes. She needed Marcie, she needed Sadie, she needed someone else to tell her what the right decision was. She wanted to cry, and as she ran down the hallway, with Big Lou's heavy footsteps behind, she could feel the tears.

Could she pick being a rock star this time?