Here's the latest update, sorry it's so short. I hope you like it. R and R please.
Chapter 12
1 month later
"Jude!" fans screamed everywhere. Teenage girls had come out in the hundreds to be at my latest performance. It seemed Darius had been right, girls were in love with my latest single. They didn't care that I hadn't wrote it, that I considered myself a sell out. All they cared about was that I was wearing the latest jeans the magazines claimed made you look sleek and sophisticated. That I had on a red shirt because red was the new pink or some crap. I could have stood up here in my pajamas and they would be doing the same thing tomorrow.
Okay, I'm not the biggest fan of Avril, probably because people compare us all the time. But she had right when she said that people follow fads. They don't care about the music but about what other people thought of the music. The lyrics don't matter, only what I may be wearing.
The meet and greet went on for hours but I sighed in relief when Darius finally nodded in my direction. I could finally escape and go home. Well, back to James's apartment anyways. But I was slowly accepting it as home. I still slept on the couch but James was cool, he was teaching me how to play his x box. I sucked but when I couldn't sleep late at night, it helped me pass the time.
"Ready Rock Goddess," Spied said walking up beside me and wrapping his arm around my shoulders.
"I've told you a million times, my name is Jude, use it," I said rolling my eyes. I walked towards his car even though I wished I had any other way of getting home.
Kissing Spied that night had not been my smartest move. He was the best damn guitar player I have ever met, but he was the worst boyfriend I've ever had. He never argues with me, never challenges me. He just agrees with me or worse, agrees with Darius. I hate when he does that. You'd think, as my boyfriend, he'd side with his girlfriend. But no, he looked up to Darius like he was some God and he wanted to learn everything he knows.
The ride back to the apartment was long and boring. Spied kept going on and on about the single and how Darius had some great ideas for the next one. I literally smacked my head against the window when he brought up my next single.
"I slipped," I mumbled when he looked at me.
I didn't even want to think about my next single. I hated my current one. I sounded like Canada's version of Britney Spears, just that I had more talent. You couldn't tell that by the song or my new look. But I had talent, Darius just didn't want me to use it.
"Well, I'll see you tomorrow," Spied said leaning in for a kiss.
I turned my head so he kissed my ear and got out of the car. I couldn't let him kiss me anymore today. He was turning into Darius and Liam. He was like Jamie. They both had sold out to the business. I can still remember writing songs with Jamie when I was twelve. Of course Spiederman was there but I never talked to him much. If I hadn't needed a band so bad we probably never would have hung out.
"Mom, I'm home," I yelled walking into the apartment.
"She's out," James said peeking his head out from the kitchen door. "I'm making taco's, wanna help?"
"Sure, why not," I said rolling my eyes. My mom was out again. That was the third time this week. She was dating again. Of course she hadn't said anything and whoever he was never picked her up from the apartment. But Jude could tell. Her mom was always gone at night but she would wear her best clothes and she always came home with this pathetic little smile on her face. Jude only hoped that her mom wasn't getting too involved. All they needed was another broken heart.
"Really spicy?" James asked holding the taco sauce above the meat.
"The spicier the better," I said smiling as I grabbed a can of coke out of the fridge. "So when did she leave?"
"About an hour ago," James said. He turned the heat down on the meat and turned to face me. "I try not to butt into other people's lives, only because I hate when people butt into mine. But your mom, she's finally looking happy."
"I know that," I said pouting a little. I hated when people reprimand me, even if its in a nice way.
"So, I didn't want to ask because I'm sure you get it all the time, but what's it like being a Rock star?" James asked making me laugh.
"It has it's moments," I said as my mind drifted back to my memories of winning the contest, meeting Tommy, kissing Tommy and then my first tour. "But it can also have the tendency to suck."
"So it's not all parties and concerts?" he asked feigning shock.
I smiled sadly. "No, it used to be but not anymore." When he just stared at me like he was waiting for more I found myself strangely explaining my situation to him. "It's all rules now and my label wants me to be Canada's version of Britney Spears. I miss recording my songs."
"Sounds like a drag."
"You can say that again," I mumbled thoughtfully.
"So quit, they can't make you in to Britney Spears if you aren't there," James pointed out setting the dinner on the table.
"It's not that easy," I said my appetite disappearing. I looked around the apartment and I could feel my eyes well with tears. I wanted to run away. I wanted to disappear. But I had bills to pay, a mom to help support. Life just plain sucked.
