Story: Pressure's on
Author: Shardsofice43
Published: March 14, 2006
Disclaimer: I do not own the story and characters for Instant Star…one character I made up…
Chapter 1: Tell Me Why…
Have you ever tried to help someone when they're down? I did once…I tried to keep Tommy to work on his album. But guess what? I have to work with Aquarius. That made Tommy very angry…I try to keep his hopes up on his album, but I guess the redheaded 16year old Goth/punk-chick, Jude Harrison, messes everything up…Life sucks…It really does.
This is where the story starts. Someone knocked on the sound booth door. Tommy was right next to me and he stood up to open the door. I started to write a song on a piece of loose-leaf paper, well the first verse:
"I look at my reflection
I read my life's own irony
I reach to see who I am..."
"Jude, someone's here to see you." Tommy Q said. I stopped writing to see who the guy was. He is wearing blue denim jeans and a green shirt with a phrase: "Everyone loves an Irish boy." He has green eyes, has a medium brown skin color, and has dreadlocks. He has a small crimson backpack that he always carries.
"Hello…I am William Turner." The man said. He is talking with a rough, Irish accent and I think it's kind of funny the first time I heard it. "I am looking for a…" He looks through his backpack and finds a piece of paper. "…Jude Andrews."
"Hi…" I said, "Tommy…is it okay if I talk to Will?" Tommy nodded and closes the door as William comes in the sound booth. William looks at me as though I actually knew the place and he felt right at home in the studio. He went inside the sound booth and I giggled because he looked funny. I guess that's why I giggled, that green shirt.
"Hey, what's up?" I greeted. I stood up from my chair and I shake his hand. "Green eyes, are you wearing contacts? You know…I'm just curious." Damn it why did I just ask that? I thought. He looks at me weird, as though he is insulted for the first time:.
"I have contacts right now…It's green, but I really have brown eyes. I have astigmatism since I was 3 and I wear these thick glasses." He puts the backpack on the floor and opens it. He right away finds the glasses. "Why did I even bring the glasses?" He hits himself in the head thinking he's an idiot. Seeing a chair, I took it and asked him to sit down. He shook his head, a way of saying 'no, no it's okay.'
Hearing a door opening outside the sound booth, I went to see what the commotion was. I went to the control room and I see Darius talking to Tommy. Guessing that Tommy isn't agreeing to what Darius is saying, he left the studio angry.
"Jude, this is William Turner. He will help you on your lyrics and he's there for your next album due in 8 months. Okay?"
"Wait, he's my what?" I stood up and went outside the studio to talk to Darius. "I don't need a consultant to make my album."
"You work for me now…You have to accept to everything I have offered...Don't…"
"This isn't fair!" I interrupted. "I have the right to say 'yes' and 'no' to this. You know that as much as I do." Already, I have tears running down on my face; I went back inside the studio, leaving the door open. "I should get a say in this!" I slammed the door and went inside the sound booth. William, writing on the piece of loose leaf paper, he made the lyrics of the song.
"Jude, are you okay? You look kind of pale…" William's voice became distorted. He puts the paper on the chari again.
"William, I feel fine…" I felt faint and my body went freezing cold, like 0 degrees. My vision went bad, like a top spinning fast. I see the floor, then nothing. I didn't know I fainted, but I saw William trying to pick me up. Well, I guess he didn't...
"Jude, Jude!" William's voice became even more distorted and muffled. He turned me over and I see something bright. I opened my eyes; I kept on wheezing and sighing. "Help! Please, someone! Jude, I'll be right back with help! Don't worry…I'll be back!" I closed my eyes and the bright light went off just like that. I let go of my last breath, thinking I am going to die.