Okay after a very long time an update. hoopw you enjoy. i don't own homewrecker by hellogoodbye...even this fucked up version.
Chap 5
5 days later
Tommy walked into the studio. The clock read 7:15. He was running a little late. But what could they expect. The last time he was up this early was with …her. Stop it Quincy. Your meeting your new producer this morning, Tommy thought. She was the last thing he needed on her mind. He needed to focus on his work.
His last few singles has been getting no playing time. They all seemed to be missing something. It was because of her again. He came to the conclusion that if he didn't think about her than he wouldn't have his mind wandering. As you could tell that plan was going real well
As he walked by Georgia she said to him. "Your producers waiting in Studio B."
"Okay, thanks." He walked towards the studio and heard an all too familiar voice.
I know what I feel
And you feel it too
As he entered Jude sensed someone's presence in the room. Jude looked up at Tommy. He could see a look of nervousness for only a second on her face before it was washed away as she set down her guitar and stood up from the stool.
She had obviously gone through the situation over and over in her head because she handled the situation with an unnatural calm.
"No formalities Quincy. I'm your boss you're my client…end of story. Now go into the booth and show me what you got."
Tommy was too shocked to disagree. He walked speechless into the recording booth.
As he started to sing a more like yell rand through Jude headphones.
I formed this love with my own hands
And she just came and hurt the plans
She found the key and cracked the code
And tore it apart
"Please stop." Jude interrupted him. She took of her headphones and walked in to the recording booth, sitting on a stool next to him. "What happened to you? You used to have such talent."
Tommy stood up from his stool suddenly angry. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"I'm not going to lie to you. That song had a good basis but the lyrics were not relatable and your voice was way too angry. You were more yelling than anything else." Jude tried to look in his eyes but he was shutting her out. "You used to be so good at this."
"I guess I lost my inspiration." Tommy looked up at her. "But then again you shouldn't be talking."
This time it was Jude's turn to question him. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"When was the last time you've written something for yourself let alone sing it professionally?"
Jude looked down at the ground, her eyes starting to water. She hadn't sung to anyone but herself since that night. It was too hard for her to. She tried to continue in CA, but every time she'd be in the recording booth she would see his voice and it would make her crack…taking away her voice.
The truth was that she was afraid that she'd lose it permanently. That couldn't happen. It was the only thing she had left.
"You have a concert tomorrow. I…uh…want those lyrics rewritten and your voice relaxed by then." Jude got up to leave the studio.
"Jude…wait… I'm…"
"Save it Quincy. If you're going to apologize at least do it for the right reasons." She then walked out of the studio.
