A/N: Yay! We got our goal:D I'm glad you guys are all enjoying this fic! Unfortunately for you all, this is going to be my last post until the end of this week. I have a couple tests coming up that I need to study for, but hopefully, if all goes well, I'll be posting on Friday. :D Glad to see I have some interest in this fic! Thanks for the reviews and now…here's chapters 4 and 5!

Chapter 4

Week later

Life with Darius wasn't any better than it was in the past. That much was already clear. Tommy had been back in Canada for about a week and already, he was contemplating murdering Darius in his sleep. It took him about six months the first time around. First, Darius contracted Tommy as the head producer of G Major; which was fine and all, he was technically the head producer under Georgia, but he had more freedom before by being Free-lance. He didn't want to be tied down, not yet, anyway. And now, he was stuck in a five-year contract to be Darius's main producer at G Major Records and he wasn't at all happy about it, but he was sucking it up for Jude.

That right; he was purposely staying in hell for the girl who, most likely still, hated him. The girl who was like his best friend and lover all at the same time. She got him like no one else ever would, and he suspected the reverse was true, but he wouldn't bet on it. And said girl was currently pissed off (at least, he thought she was) because he started dating her older, much hotter, sister. OK, so it was probably a bad move on his part, but he liked Sadie…really, he did…she just wasn't Jude.

Tommy groaned and slid the headphones off of his ears and rubbed his tired eyes. "I can't keep thinking about her!" He muttered, trying to shove thoughts of Jude out of his mind, but his efforts were in vain and every time he pushed her away, she came bouncing back…which was just like the real Jude, come to think.

"Thinking about who?" A voice asked. Tommy turned to see Kwest standing behind him, a smirk on his face.

"No one." Tommy muttered, turning back to the soundboard and handing Kwest the headset. "What do you think of this?" He asked, changing the subject. Kwest eyed tommy a moment and took the headset from the producer. He listened a moment and took the set off.

"Needs more…"

"I know…but what?" Tommy asked, frowning.

"Want me to write some backtracks?" Kwest offered, letting the previous conversation slide, for now anyway.

"No…I don't think it's the tracks…" Tommy said, and sighed. "I think the lyrics need work." Kwest put the headset back on and listened a moment, considering Tommy's words.

"Possibly…they're kind of choppy." Tommy nodded, and glanced at the lyric sheet, and scanning through the vocals.

"So, who where you thinking about out?" Kwest asked, sitting down next to his friend.

"Dude, don't start."

"I'm not starting anything….is it a certain…I don't know, wild stab, red-head or her hot sister?" Kwest asked, gauging Tommy's reaction. Tommy didn't answer, so Kwest knew he was right about one of them. "Lemme guess, her name starts with a J, ends with a ude?" Tommy glanced up and glared at his friend. "You're….Dude, you're hopeless! You're what? Banging"

"No! Sadie and I haven't…why am I even protesting…" Tommy muttered, and shook his head with a groan.

"Dude, you haven't even"

"No! Geez Kwest."

"Why not? She's hot!" Tommy groaned and said nothing. "It's because of Jude, isn't it?" Kwest asked, looking disapprovingly at his friend. "Dude, if you can't get her off your mind when you're dating Sexy Sadie, you're screwed."

"I don't hear any music coming from here!" A booming voice stated. Tommy and Kwest turned to see Darius standing in the doorway.

"It's my studio Darius." Tommy growled.

"No Tom, it's mine." Darius said, smirking at his producer. "So, what do you got?" He asked, indicating for Tommy to play the song he was currently working at.

"Actually, I was thinking"

"I don't pay you to think," Darius snapped. "I pay you to produce."

"And not enough." Tommy muttered, his voice barely audible, but Kwest heard his friend and bit back a smirk. "These lyrics need"

"Does you're contract say anything about songwriting?" Darius asked, as he stared pointedly at Tommy. Tommy let out a frustrated sigh.

"The song sucks, the lyrics are crap, man!" Tommy said, and Darius folded his arms across his chest.

"I'll be the judge of that." Tommy rolled his eyes and flipped a couple switches on the soundboard and played the song. When it ended, Darius turned to Tommy. "I don't like it." He stated, and added "re-do the beats." He turned to leave the studio.

"The beats are fine, the lyrics need work"

"I'm the judge of that. I don't want you to leave this studio until that song is perfection." Darius said, and left the room and a seething Tommy.

"I'm going to kill him…" Tommy said, clenching his fists and glaring at Darius's retreating form.

"Whoa, Tommy,"

"No, I'm serious Kwest, one of these days, that man is going to get what's coming to him." Tommy said, ejecting the tape and tossing it in the trash. He turned back to the soundboard and glared at it, as if it was the objects fault the song sucked.

"Look, why don't we work on this together? Maybe between our creative genius's, we can turn that shit into…" Kwest paused, not sure what to say.

"Slightly better than shit?" Tommy offered, smiling at his friend. Kwest shrugged and laughed. "Lets get to work, otherwise, we'll never get out of here." Tommy added and the boys set to work, trying to make the song sound better by synthesizing the voices slightly and laying new backtracks.