AN – This will be a two- or three-shot, maybe more, just to get my creative juices flowing again since my first fanfic bombed. I hope you all enjoy it. If you think it totally sucks though, tell me! But please be gentle, I tend to be very sensitive (just kidding. "If you've got something to say, just say it." – Tommy in the episode Unsweet Sixteen). So please…let me know what you think! As always, r & r. OK, that's enough rambling for now. Enjoy!
Part 1:
Outside, the sky looked as clear and calm as it was on the inside of Jude's apartment. It was a cloudless and clear dark blue, with hundreds of stars providing just enough light. Inside, however, candles had been lit, the lights turned off, and Jude was home, upstairs in her room, looking at her old diary.
Jude flipped back to a previous page, and began to read what she'd written 2 years ago.
Dear Diary,
Today I met little Tommy Q, and he's every bit as cocky as you'd expect from a ex-boybander. He made me rework 24 Hours, which I'll never forgive him for, since I'd written it about Jamie. Jamie…who could forget sweet, lovable Jamie? The same Jamie who wanted to be an international kung fu star by the time he was 16, but even back then, everyone knew that'd never happen.
Everything's happened so fast since I won that Instant Star competition. It's been a rush, but I'm glad I got to see what becoming a full-fledged musician is like. But why does Tommy have to be so harsh about my lyrics? The first day I started working, he told me that the lyrics weren't good enough, that I needed to rewrite them completely. Who does he think he is, Mr. I'm-The-Boss-Of-Everyone? I've probably written songs longer than he's been producing, so why should I listen to him? Oh, that's right. Because, as Georgia puts it, Tom's one of the hottest writer-producers in the industry. So I guess that means I'm stuck with him then. Maybe he'll see it my way, after he sees how much better it is before he goes in and screws it all up.
I gotta go now, Diary. Mom's calling me for dinner. I'll be back before you know it!
Dear Diary,
I told you I'd be back. It's been a few days since I started my contract with G Major. That's the name of the studio in charge of running the Instant Star competition I told you about. Georgia (the head of G Major), is really nice. She's like this mother figure, the one who takes care of everything. She's just like Mom, only she's more interested in how I write and perform music than I am in my schoolwork. Don't get me wrong, she insists that I keep up my grades, but she doesn't stress about it much more than that. As long as I'm passing, that's good enough for her. I guess it's because she wants to keep my parents off my back.
And E.J., she's like Sadie, I guess. Really into hair and make-up. But unlike Sadie, E.J.'s always stressing over my appearance, fussing over my hair and make-up, she's like a hyper beauty specialist or something. Sometimes she scares me so much that I just want to get away from her. Like I'll be dreaming that as soon as I walk into the studio, there she is, with a can of hairspray in one hand and a hairbrush in the other, while she constantly repeats, "What have you done to your face?" And then her assistants come in with face creams, mascara, lipstick, and all those other things I usually don't bother with, and I run screaming into the nearest studio that has a guitar with an amplifier, so I can drown out her suggestions.
And then there's Tommy, who's always telling me that it just isn't good enough. Then he goes and makes me practice them, as if I'm some amateur or something. I mean, I really don't need to practice these songs, songs I wrote years ago, at least 20 times each until he's satisfied. He's a little much, don't you think? But don't tell Sadie that, she'd just flip if she knew what I was telling you.
And then there's Sadie, the ultimate Boyz Attack fan. Boyz Attack was THE hottest boyband of the 90's. And the star of Boyz Attack? The one member that every girl made themselves crazy over, my sister Sadie included? You guessed it. Little Tommy Q, now my producer. Sometimes I think Sadie just comes into the studio, not to hear me rehearse, like she insists is the only reason she's there. I think it's to talk to Tommy. And if Tommy weren't so obsessed with himself, he'd see how shallow she is, and how Sadie's just another crazed fan that he needs to get away from. Speaking of which, Sadie just barged in, so I'll continue later.
Dear Diary,
I'm back! I feel like I'm starting to get the hang of things now, down here at the studio. I'm even getting used to the people there. And I'm even beginning to stand Tommy now. We can go through a session (usually an hour or two, but in Tommy's world, a session should be at least 4 hours). I think he's just doing it to annoy me. And my band is awesome! Jamie found this band from our school. It's called Spiederman Mind Explosion, named after their lead guitarist, Vincent Spiederman. But don't call him Vincent, he hates that. He goes by Speed, which is obvious, since he's just like E.J., a bundle of unrestrained energy that's always on the go. Remind me never to offer him candy, that'd just make him more hyper with all that sugar. Then there's Wally and Kyle. They play the bass and drums. Everyone says they're not going to be as big as Speed and me, but without them, it just wouldn't sound as good. Oh no, Tommy's barking at me to start rehearsing, since the guys are all here now. More later.
Dear Diary,
Guess what? Georgia just told me that I landed my first gig. It's going to be at the Vinyl Palace, which is this hot nightclub downtown. I'm so excited! Wait'll I tell the guys. Oh wait, Speed just heard, and he's going crazy. Now Tommy just stepped in. He probably knew all along, but he really knows how to kill the moment. He just ordered us to go rehearse, since in his opinion, "We're so not ready." If he says that one more time, maybe I'll convince the guys to stuff him in a closet or something. I'll be back later.