Hi! This is my first fan fic so please review and tell me how to improve it.

Disclaimer: I own nothing. All Instant Star characters belong to CTV. All I own are my ideas.

Thanks

Alexz.

Isn't it funny how your life seems so perfect one minute and the next, it's a mess?

Well for me that's exactly what happened.

My new song was sounding great and Tommy was sure that it was going to be the next big hit.

When it was released, well, let's just say that radio producers thought that a 16 year old punk rocker chick with a guitar was cheesey, old-fashioned and not cool enough.

So I asked them what, or rather who, was cool enough for the radio. And they replied: Eden.

God I hate her!

Eden is the type of person who thinks she's perfect and everyone else is inferior to her. I must admit though, her image is way better than mine.

She has the perfect blonde hair, the perfect outfits and all the record producers and radio stations love her. She's also 19.

Then there's me. The 16 year old, readhead girl with no image whatsoever. To radio stations and music magazines i'm just another girl with a guitar and a record deal.

Now, I'm in my favourite place for songwriting, Studio C. Ever since Tommy (my record producer) gave me this tiny, cramped, pig-sty of a studio, when he was using my studio to work with Shay, i've loved it. It's become my space.

As I read through my lyrics again, I realise that there isn't anything wrong with them.

I realise that something is wrong with me.

I can hear someone knocking. I don't want to deal with anyone right now, so I pick up my guitar, plug it into the enormous amp and blast out my new song- well the chorus.

"You just can't the me out of me

'Cuz that's what I need the world to see

Yeah

You just can't take the me out of me

Oh there's no one else i'd rather be."

The door opened and Tommy walked in. Normally he would have been happy to hear me blast out one of my songs, but today he wasn't.

Today he was in a really bad mood.

"Jude!" he shouted. "What do you think you think you're doing?"

I looked at him.

"I'm rehearsing. What do you think i'm doing?" I began to turn the volume dial on the amp up. Seeing me do this, Tommy strode up to me and turned the main power off.

"Jude. You need to focus on writing a new song. Not playing one that's already been released," he shouted this at me too. "Me out of Me was a great hit. People love it but now they want something new."

I stood up from my stool.

"Yeah, well if it's such a big hit explain why radio stations aren't happy to play it?" I started to walk out, my guitar in hand, but Tommy grabbed my wrist. "Let go of me!"

I struggled to get away from him but it was no use.

"What do you mean 'aren't happy to play it'?"

I sighed.

"They don't want me or my music. They want Eden." This time Tommy looked outraged.

"What? Why?" I forced my wrist out of his grasp.

"Because she has an image and apparently I have no image."

By now it seemed that all of his anger was gone.

"Jude you have an image. Maybe it's the song." He picked up the lyrics and began to read.

I grabbed the lyrics out of his hands.

"Don't you see Quincy?" I shouted. " Nothing is wrong with the lyrics. Something's wrong with me!"

I ran. I ran out of the studio, down the corridor (nearly running over Ej in the process) and out of the G-Major doors.

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