A/N: Alrighty mateys:D After these chapters, you will have officially been caught up. :D After today, I hope to post a chapter every couple of days. :D I hope you all enjoy! I just wrote the first draft of the ending of this fic, so I need to proof read and get it checked by my beta reader. :D I hope you all enjoy this update!

Chapter 18

1 Day before Behind the Mic

The studio was bustling. It was one day before Jude's interview with B.t.M. and everyone was focused on making it a success. Tommy and Jude had been rehersing their songs, all recording had been placed on hold until after the interviews were over. EJ was constantly interrupting with prospective questions and what should or should not be released, and Georgia was just plain nervous. No word had been said from Darius, which everyone at G Major thought was a blessing in disguise.

Tommy and Jude sat in a private back room, Jude playing her guitar and singing the lyrics to her new song, Push Me, Pull You to make it perfection for tomorrows performance. Jude finished the song and she grinned at Tommy, feeling more than ready.

"I think you're ready girl." Tommy commented.

"It feels good." She agreed, setting her guitar aside. "How's your cover song going?" Jude asked, kind of annoyed that she never actually heard him perform it, or even hear what he was going to sing. She secretly wondered if Tommy himself didn't know and was going to wing it in two days; which she had been told, he had done more than once in the past. Tommy just smiled at her.

"I'm still playing around." He stated, not offering anymore to the conversation.

"Are you coming tomorrow?" Jude asked, anxiously. Tommy smiled at her.

"Wouldn't miss it for the world." He said, and Jude felt her heart melt.

"Ya know…we've been so busy lately, I haven't had a chance to ask you…what were you going to say when EJ ran into the studio the other day?" Jude asked, finally getting up the courage to ask him about it.

"Hu?" Tommy looked confused for a moment and then realization clicked and he waved his hand dismissively. "Oh, it was nothing." He said, obviously avoiding the subject.

"We have to talk some time." Jude pointed out.

"I know. I just figured you had enough to deal with with this interview tomorrow." Tommy said, looking into her eyes. "We're going to have that talk, but I figured let's wait until things calm down a bit; I thought you had enough to think about." He said, honestly and Jude sighed, feeling annoyed that he was avoiding the problem, as always.

"OK…"

"Jude…"

"No, its fine…I get it." Jude said, getting up to leave the room. Tommy jumped up and followed her.

"Jude!" He called, but she didn't stop until EJ jumped in next to her, questioning Jude about her wardrobe for tomorrow and leading her off to some section of the studio Tommy had probably never seen before. Tommy stopped where he was and let out a groan of frustration. He had an idea as to what Jude thought his intentions were and she had it wrong. He walked back into the vacated studio and sat down and placed his head in his hands, trying to figure out how to fix the mess he always seemed to put himself in where Jude was concerned.

"Hey." Tommy started and turned his head over his shoulder and saw Kwest standing in the middle of the room. "What did you do now?" Kwest asked, taking a seat next to his friend, recognizing the look on Tommy's face. It was the same look he always had when he messed up with Jude.

"Why do I always mess things up with her?" Tommy asked, looking at Kwest for help.

"What did you do this time?" Kwest asked. Tommy rolled his eyes.

"It's a long story, but let's just say, I screwed up…again."

"You should do what you do best." Kwest stated.

"Messing up Jude's life…?" Tommy asked, not understanding how that would fix things between him and probably the love of his life.

"Man, how many times does Jude stick it to you in song? You're a musician, and a hell of a songwriter! That seems to be the only thing you don't mess up at. Why not tell her your feelings in song?" Kwest suggested.

"Been there, done that. Look where it got me." Tommy stated. Kwest stared at Tommy pointedly. "You think a song is going to fix things? That's the lamest thing.."

"Didn't you ever pay attention in the romance movies where the guy goes and sings a song to the girl, horribly off key, and the girl falls in love with said guy?"

"And that only works in Hollywood man. Trust me on that one."

"Or maybe only with the right girl." Kwest pointed out. Tommy sighed.

"You think I should write a song? And do what with it?"

"You're going on live, world-wide tele"

"HELL no! Been there, done that, and let me tell you, I will not make that mistake twice in one lifetime." Tommy paused, as if considering the option. "Besides, I can't write a song in less than two days…"

"Yes you can." Kwest said, smirking. Tommy sighed.

"Not a good one." Kwest gave him a look that said otherwise. "I don't know Kwest…"

"Whatever happened to no more holding back?" Kwest asked.

"Don't use my words against me." Tommy warned. Kwest shrugged.

"Think about it." Kwest said, and left Tommy alone in the empty studio. I can't write a song in less than two days and perform it on world wide television. I haven't wrote a song for myself in…years. Tommy thought, and stared at his guitar which was leaning against the wall across from him. Tommy glared at it, as if it was taunting him.

He got out of his chair and began pacing, staring at the guitar, as if daring it to start playing. He let out a sigh and picked it up. He strummed a few notes and stopped. What am I doing? He thought, setting the guitar down, a frown on his face.