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Jude quickly thanked Bob and Mickey for the ride and ran through the entrance of the private airport nearly knocking someone off their feet.
"Sorry," she called, over her shoulder, then coming to a quick halt, and turning around to face the person.
"Jude! What the hell? What are you doing here girl?" Darius demanded.
"Um, it's kind of a long story and I have to head back to Toronto like ASAP," she said, still walking backwards.
"Well you have plenty of time if you want to go on my plane because it has to be refueled," he said, gesturing for her to follow him. "So what's the rush?"
Jude glanced out the window at a few planes being refueled and sighed. "Tom's awake."
"Not much of a story," Darius smirked.
"I know. I just need to go see him," Jude responded, sitting down in the lobby adjacent to the chair Darius was sitting in.
"You know he will be there later on tonight. There's no big rush. You could just go ahead go the Grammy's and get a later flight tonight."
Jude looked at him incredulously. "Um, I think I've waited long enough," She snapped, crossing her legs. Really which one is more important going to go see the man of (literally) your dreams or the 52 annual Grammy awards? Then again I won't know until I see him again…
"Hey," he said, throwing his hands up, as if he was surrendering. "Just a thought…"
"Sorry, I didn't mean to bite," she sighed, drumming her fingernails on the arm of her chair.
"Not a problem," Darius responded waving her apology off. "Just don't let it happen again." He clarified, standing up and replacing his sunglasses. "But I'll see you when I see you, since I can't force you to come to back with me to the Grammy's. Right?"
Jude shook her head slowly from side to side, a smile slowly forming across her face. "Nope, you can't."
"Too bad that dress is going to waste then. You look beautiful Jude," he said, kissing her cheek. "Have a safe flight uh?"
"Okay. Thanks Darius," she smiled, hugging him.
"Here you might need this by the way," he said, throwing her his I-Pod. "On loan."
"Do you think she's okay?" Sadie whispered to Liam who was seated at her right.
"She's fine babe," Liam whispered, not giving her his full attention, instead it was on John Legend's soulful performance.
"How do you know?" She whispered. "I should have gone with her."
"Nah, she needed to go by herself," Francesca said, whispered from behind them.
"Yeah, you're right," Sadie whispered back.
"But what if he doesn't remember her or something? She might need emotional support," Kat put in, from Liam's other side.
"I should have gone with her," Sadie reiterated, shaking her head sadly.
"He'll remember her," Liam snapped, "If he remembers anyone I'm sure it will be her. Now would you ladies sit back and try to enjoy the performance." He hissed.
They promptly ignored him and continued their conversation quietly.
"Of course he'll remember her," Francesca nodded. "They're soul mates."
"Yeah," Kat and Sadie sitting back in their seats, smiles fixated on their faces.
Liam glanced at the Ladies he was sitting in between and through a disbelieving look at Kwest, who just smiled and shook his head slowly and shrugged.
The performance ended, the room growing dark for a millisecond before the spotlight drifted across the room to another stage, illuminating a man sitting at the piano. His fingers began to dance across the keys. The result was perfection.
"That's Jude's song," Liam whispered to Sadie. She nodded in response, her attention fixed on the stage as another spotlight appeared and focused on the young woman sitting on a stool, microphone in hand, center stage.
Jude's eyes began to become watery as she sat in her seat on the plane watching the Grammy performance. The young woman, Mia, a new artist working at the new headquarters of G-major in the United States began to sing her song. The song she had worked on that morning before she heard about the news.
"What did you say
I know I saw you singing
My ears won't stop ringing
Long enough to hear
Those sweet words
what did you say"
What did you say"A smile crept across her face as she listened to the lyrics, each note carried perfectly by the young artist's angelic voice. Jude's mind instantly flicked back to the morning she wrote the song. All the emotions she was feeling at the time flooded back. And of course her mind had to rewind to the events that had led up to that morning. Including Tommy serenading her at 2 in the morning.
"End of the day
The hour hand has spun
Before the night is done
I just have to hear
Those sweet words
Spoken like a melody"
She smiled, and watched as the state of California passed beneath her. "Those sweet words," she murmured, remembering the last words he'd said to her. "I love you…" her grin instantly grew a few more centimeters as she recalled.
Had he said it? Had it been a dream? She often wondered. She fingered the small almost invisible scar on her collarbone from all of his biting. "It was definitely real." She said aloud.
"Did you have a hard time sleeping
'Cause a heavy moon was keeping me awake
And all I know is I'm just glad to see you again"
She recalled, watching him from the doorway of his music room, playing the piano. Writing her song. She remembered the moonlight shining threw the open window and the breeze gently moving the curtains behind him. The only thing she couldn't remember were the exact words he was singing.
Perhaps that's because I was too focused on his mouth she thought devilishly.
"I just have to hear
Your sweet words
Spoken like a melody
I just want to hear
Those sweet words"
Her smile faded a little as her nerves kicked in. What's he going to say? Will he be the same? What if he's not the same person I fell in love with? Will he remember everything? Will he remember me? What about Diane? The questions cluttered her brain, and she groaned in frustration.
"Did you need something Miss Harrison?" The stewardess asked, pulling her headphones out of her ears.
"No, I'm fine," she smiled, in response. She tried to refocus her attention back on the television, but the awards had switched to a commercial. She kicked off her killer heels and leaned her chair back in an actual comfortable position. She curled her legs up underneath her. Flying privately or in first class would never get old to her.
As the show finally came back from the commercial break she tried to distract herself by listening to the host's lame ass improvised jokes, but needless to say that didn't keep her attention too long, until the nominees for best pop song of the year began to be named by two presenters.
"And the winner for best pop song of the year goes to…" Jude watched in agony as the presenters kidded around with one another, delaying the results. Oh brother.
" 'THOSE SWEET WORDS'!"
"Holy shit," Jude cursed, rather loudly, causing the stewardess to look back at her in alarm. "Sorry…" she said, shrugging and pointing to the screen. "My song just won a Grammy."
"Congrats," she replied politely, before putting back in her earpiece and returning her attention back to her corny romance book.
"…and I'd like to thank Jude Harrison for writing this amazing song." Mia smiled. "We'll have to share it—first two weeks at my house though."
Jude smiled and rolled her eyes. Maybe all of today will be good…
The song? No it's not mine. That would belong toNorah Jones and the song's official tittle? Those sweet words.