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Chapter 7
Jude stepped out of the taxi and handed the driver a twenty. She took a deep breath before she looked up at the apartment building before her. If Toronto had a ghetto, they were now going to be living in it. She couldn't believe her mom was selling the house to move into an apartment. Why didn't she have the court make dad pay the damn child support? It's not like he can't afford the child support.
Jude made her way inside the wide open door; not surprised to find that the elevator was out of order and made her way to the stairs. She climbed the three floors stepping onto the third floor, grimacing at the stench of stale cigarette smoke and garlic.
"311...311," Jude said softly to herself as she walked by the doors until she came to her new home. She knocked timidly but then more strongly and she attempted to smile when the door opened.
"Jude right?" the guy said standing before her. He was wearing blue jeans and a baseball cap and that's it. He had a beer in one hand and his cell phone in the other. "Your mom's back in her room.
"Thanks," Jude said stepping past him and making her way down the only hallway until she came to the first bedroom. "Mom, you in here?" she asked knocking softly on the door.
"Jude, you're here," Victoria said standing up trying to wipe away her tears before her daughter saw them. She had to be strong right now, Jude couldn't know how bad this was affecting her.
"Mom, why didn't you tell me?" Jude asked setting her backpack and guitar case down.
Victoria looked down at the ground and sighed. "I didn't want to bother you while you were on tour. I wanted you to have fun and not worry about our situation. I'm the parent, I'm suppose to figure out these things."
"I could have helped," Jude said stepping forward so she could wrap her arms around her mom. "You have access to my accounts, you could have dipped into my account."
"No way Jude, that's your money to spend on you," Victoria said pulling back so she could see her daughter's face.
"Mom, keeping our house is sort of spending my money on me. I don't want to live here, I was afraid to set my guitar down when I paid the taxi driver!" Jude said seriously.
"It's not that bad," Victoria said rolling her eyes.
"Mom, the door was wide open, isn't it supposed to be closed so strange people can't just walk in?" Jude asked.
"They are going to fix it," she replied walking back over to her bed.
Jude looked around the room which looked more like a closet. It barely fit the two dressers and the twin bed that took up all the space. The walls were this ugly mucus color and the carpet was brown shag. Her mom was still living out of boxes probably realizing once she had started unpacking that there wasn't room for much.
"Nice décor," Jude said sarcastically.
"Okay, so it's not much but it's also not forever," Victoria hurried to say. "James's is being very nice letting us stay here 'til I figure out what to do."
"James's, that's the guy who answered the door," Jude said trying to figure things out.
"Yes, he's really nice. He works with me and he had an extra room so it seemed like a win win situation," she said smiling hopefully.
"You said room, where am I going to sleep?" Jude asked carefully.
"The couch is pretty comfortable, but I'll sleep on it if you aren't comfortable with it," Victoria said sounding really tired all of a sudden.
"No Mom it's okay," Jude said shaking her head. "I'll sleep on the sofa. But for right now I have to get changed and back to G Major, Darius's orders."
"Darius?" Victoria asked confused.
"Oh, you probably haven't heard," Jude said and then went on to explain everything before she changed into new jeans and a Beatles t-shirt. She put her hair up into a pony tail and smiled one last time at her mom before heading back to G Major.
"So Jude," Portia said walking around her while writing on the clipboard in her hands. "This is not how an artist with a platinum record is suppose to dress. A pony tail? Ripped Jeans? Jude, we are so going to have to go on a shopping spree."
"I like the way I dress," Jude said crossing her arms in a defensive manor across her chest.
"Yeah if you're a normal teenage girl which you're not," Portia said without even looking at her. "And this red hair, it's cute for a punk but so not the direction you are going. I don't even want to know why you dyed it this color."
"It's my natural hair color," Jude said glaring at her.
"Well I feel sorry for you then," Portia said finally looking up but only because somebody knocked on her office door and opened it without waiting for a response. "We're busy in here."
"Darius wants us to start recording Stupid Girl," Kwest said shrugging his shoulder before motioning for Jude to follow him.
"Kwest, please tell me you are joking," Jude said after they were in Studio A. "I do not do cover songs, I write my own music."
"Well, for Darius's party he wants you to sing Stupid Girl," Kwest said opening the door for her to go in to the recording room.
"What party?" Jude asked confused.
"Welcome to the new G Major party, it's in four days and he wants you, Jude Harrison, to perform Stupid Girl, now do I have to explain it again?" Kwest asked sounding really frustrated.
"Sorry," Jude said walking into the room. She put the headphones on and looked at the lyrics in front of her. She'd heard of the song before and knew most of the words.
"Stupid Girl, take one," Kwest said beginning the countdown. He pointed at Jude when he reached one and I waited for my cue.
You pretend you're high
You pretend you're bored
You pretend you're anything
Just to be adored
And what you need
Is what you get
Don't believe in fear
Don't believe in faith
Don't believe in anything
That you can't break
You stupid girl
You stupid girl
All you had you wasted
All you had you wasted
What drives you on (what drives you on)
Can drive you mad (can drive you mad)
A million lies to sell yourself
Is all you ever had
Don't believe in love
Don't believe in hate
Don't believe in anything
That you can't waste
You stupid girl
You stupid girl
Can't believe you fake it
Can't believe you fake it
Don't believe in fear
Don't believe in pain
Don't believe in anyone
That you can't tame
You stupid girl
You stupid girl
All you had you wasted
All you had you wasted
You stupid girl
You stupid girl
Can't believe you fake it
Can't believe you fake it
You stupid girl
You stupid girl
Can't believe you fake it
Can't believe you fake it
You stupid girl
Jude thought she did pretty good but she could tell by the look on Kwest's face that it wasn't exactly what he was going for. "Jude, do you think you could maybe put some life into it. You know, don't just sing the notes."
Jude rolled her eyes. "I'm not feeling the song Kwest. Why can't I sing my own stuff?" she asked sullenly.
"Because Darius wants you to sing this song," Kwest said for the fourth time. "Jude, I know when Georgia was in charge she let you do whatever you want but Darius runs a really tight ship. If you want to stay at G Major, you better do what he wants. Because I'm warning you, he'll be quick to cut you loose."
"But I was the Instant Star, and my album is selling like hotcakes," Jude pointed out.
"Doesn't matter to him Jude. You are nothing compared to his empire and you really will get along better once you realize that," Kwest said starting the music for Stupid Girl again. "Stupid Girl in three…two."
