I'm sorry it's been such a long time since my last update, but I had a serious case of writers block! Anyway, here it is!
Please review!
Alexz
I ripped open the envelope and tipped it's contents onto the table.
There was a folded piece of paper with my name written on it, a CD and a small box.
I unfolded the paper.
It was a letter.
'Jude,
I know you probably hate me right now but I need to explain.
By now you've most likely thrown this in the trash. But anyways, I had to leave Jude. I had no choice. Jude, my sister is dead. She has a daughter. I have to sort out where she'll stay and who she'll stay with.
I promise that i'll be back.
I'll call, write and email when I can. I promise.
Please Jude, forgive me.
I've started working on my solo album Jude, like you told me too.
On the CD is the first song. Please listen to it. It's dedicated to you.
I love you Jude.
Don't forget that.
Tommy.'
His letter had me in tears.
And it made me feel worse about shouting at him. His sister's dead and here I was shouting at him.
Putting the CD into my walkman, I listened.
"Hey Jude, don't make it bad.
Take a sad song and make it better.
Remember to let her into your heart,
Then you can start to make it better.
Hey Jude, don't be afraid.
You were made to go out and get her.
The minute you let her under your skin,
Then you begin to make it better.
And anytime you feel the pain, hey Jude, refrain,
Don't carry the world upon your shoulders.
For well you know that it's a fool who plays it cool
By making his world a little colder.
Hey Jude, don't let me down.
You have found her, now go and get her.
Remember to let her into your heart,
Then you can start to make it better.
So let it out and let it in, hey Jude, begin,
You're waiting for someone to perform with.
And don't you know that it's just you, hey Jude, you'll do,
The movement you need is on your shoulder.
Hey Jude, don't make it bad.
Take a sad song and make it better.
Remember to let her under your skin,
Then you'll begin to make it better"
It made me smile. I loved it.
Opening the small box, I looked inside.
There was a silver bracelet, and engraved on it was: 'My Instant Star, I love you Jude Tommy.'
Just like that, I was crying again.
I put the bracelet on and picked up the phone.
Dialling his cell number, I waited while it rang.
1 ring,
2 rings,
3 rings…
…"Hello?"
I was nervous.
"Hello? Is anyone there?"
"Tommy, it's me…"
My voice faded away.
"Jude?"
"Yeah, I… I got your letter. And… I'm so sorry for shouting at you Tommy."
The last part came out in one huge rush.
"Don't worry girl. So, did you get the package I sent you?"
"Yeah. Thanks. The song was amazing, the letter explained everything, and the bracelet…wow. And Tom? I have one question for you."
"What is it?" He was nervous.
Well that makes two of us.
Okay, I'm just gonna ask him.
"At the end of your letter you wrote: 'I love you Jude.' Did you mean it?"
