Blueberry Blue the Cherry Red Sequel Chapter 6, an instant star fanfic

---Cherry Red---Chapter Six---

Darius was sitting in his office going through some papers. Jude sighed nervously as she watched him through the window in the door. She went to grasp the door handle when another hand grabbed it. Jude looked over and saw Tommy standing next to her. "Sorry, I just finished your single." Jude nodded nervously; she was hoping she could talk to Darius alone.

Tommy walked into the office and Jude followed. "T, Jude, whatcha got for me?" Darius asked, reclining in his chair and folding his hands behind his head.

Tommy handed Darius the c.d. "Jude's got a new single, I think it's gonna be a hit. I just finished mixing it." Darius nodded and walked over to his stereo system. After he put it in he looked at Jude confused. "What are you doing here? You don't need to be here for me to okay it…" Jude nodded, "I wanted to talk to you." Darius noticed a c.d. hidden in her jacket. "You got something else for me to listen to?" He asked gesturing to the hidden c.d. Tommy looked over at her confused, "You got something else Harrison?"

Jude looked down, "Can we just listen to my single?"

Darius nodded but Tommy's eyes still lingered on her. The room first filled with a soft piano tune that Jude recognized as the music she and Spied had laid out for I Don't Know If I Should Stay. Darius nodded his head along to the song and smiled when Jude's vocals entered the speakers. After it was done playing Darius smiled, "It's gonna be number one. Great job guys. Save it onto the albums first draft." Tommy nodded but didn't move. He wanted to know what Jude wanted to show Darius.

"So Jude, what did you want to show me?"

Jude sent a look to Tommy but he didn't move, "Can we talk in private?"

Darius looked at Tommy, then back to Jude. "Jude if this is about music; Tommy is your producer so he can stay. If this is about something else then Tommy, can you excuse us?"

Tommy looked at Jude to see what she said, she wouldn't meet his eyes so he sighed and got up to leave, angrily. Jude sighed and walked over to Darius' desk. She handed him a c.d. "After my vocals were recorded I spent the day in Studio C with a friend."

Darius rolled his eyes, "You know that if you aren't recording you should be writing."

"I know Darius, but just hear me out. He is an amazing singer. He does a lot of rap but he just recorded a few rock songs too. He's amazingly talented."

Darius cut her off, "He recorded how many songs in one afternoon?"

"Two, but there are two he already had recorded on the c.d. too."

Darius nodded, "Not bad, not bad at all. And you produced these two songs?"

Jude smiled proudly, "Yup."

Darius smiled at her, but then frowned. "Your not thinking about producing instead of singing are you?"

Jude shook her head furiously, "No! No, but I was thinking maybe I could co-produce my own album and co-produce John's."

"John is your friend?" Darius asked. Jude nodded.

"Why do you want to co-produce your own album? Do you not like what Tommy and Kwest are doing with it?"

Jude shook her head again, "No, they're both amazing. It's just that I could co-produce with them because they can show me the ropes and I am most familiar with my own music so I figured it would be easiest for me to learn that way. And I know that I will be busy with my own album so I would co-produce John's…"

"You're already making plans and I haven't even heard this kid sing yet."

Jude looked down and laughed, "He isn't a kid. He's 25 years old, and I am planning it already because I have faith in his talents."

Darius smiled at her, "You could make a great business woman Jude. You have that edge."

Jude smiled, "Thanks Darius. So you want me to put in the c.d.?"

Darius smiled and watched her walk over to the stereo system, "Sure."

The first song was one of the rap songs that Jude and John were dancing to earlier.

((The Time is Now by John Cena))

Your time is up, my time is now
You can't see me, my time is now
It's the franchise, boy I'm shinin' now
You can't see me, my time is now!

In case you forgot or fell off I'm still hot - knock your shell off
My money stack fat plus I can't turn the swell off
The franchise, doin' big bid'ness, I live this
It's automatic I win this - oh you hear those horns, you finished
A soldier, and I stay under you fightin'
Plus I'm stormin' on you chumps like I'm thunder and lightning
Ain't no way you breakin' me kid, I'm harder than nails
Plus I keep it on lock, like I'm part of the jail
I'm slaughtering stale, competition, I got the whole block wishing
they could run with my division but they gone fishing -
- with no bait, kid your boy hold weight
I got my soul straight, I brush your mouth like Colgate
In any weather I'm never better your boy's so hot
you'll never catch me in the next man's sweater
If they hate, let 'em hate, I drop ya whole clan
Lay yo' ass down for the three second tan

Your time is up, my time is now
You can't see me, my time is now
It's the franchise, boy I'm shinin' now
You can't see me, my time is now!

Yeah, uhh
It's gon' be what it's gon' be
Five pounds of courage buddy, bass tint pants with a gold T
Uhh - it's a war dance and victory step
A raw stance is a gift, when you insist it's my rep
John Cena, Trademarc, y'all are so-so
And talk about the bread you make but don't know the recipe for dough though
Aimin' guns in all your photos, that's a no-no
When this pop, you'll liplock, your big talk's a blatant no-show
See what happens when the ice age melt
You see monetary status is not what matters, but it helps
I rock a timepiece by Benny if any
The same reason y'all could love me is the same reason y'all condemn me
A man's measured by the way that he thinks
Not clothing lines, ice links, leather and minks
I spent 20 plus years seekin' knowledge of self
So for now Marc Predka's livin' live for wealth

Your time is up, my time is now
You can't see me, my time is now
It's the franchise, boy I'm shinin' now
You can't see me, my time is now!

((Bad, Bad Man by John Cena))

Aww, you done did it now
Chaos you shoulda put this one in the vault man!
They not ready - they don't know what's comin man!
Oh we gonna drop this on 'em right here
Y'all ain't ready for this, Y'ALL AIN'T READY FOR NONE OF THIS!

Your boy's a bad man, and we invadin the streets
Make unclever rappers scurred, they be droppin the heat
Shocked the world, now I'm standin alone
I flip fools like them clamshell cellular phones
You can't help but nod your head to the track
Fuck the watered down rap, we be takin it back
Give it to me straight - ain't no chasin it
Check yourself in the mirror - ain't no facin it
Cause you, playin the role and you plannin to fold
This the masterplan, we got the planet on hold
We all over the streets like your favorite sneaker
Breakin up your sound like a drive-through speaker
Everything that I be spittin is strong
After I rock, fast forward through the rest of the song
We the monkeywrench, that's gonna ruin your plan
And don't fuck with John Cena - I'm a BAD, BAD MAN

With the mic in my hands I'm a bad man
Even in a fight with the hands I'm a bad man
Livin in the streets all my life I'm a bad man
I'm a bad man, I'm a bad man

We devils - rockin ambient levels
We set loose among hot tunes to instrumentals
And cats got one-liners, I drop several
And I think it's funny you choose, losin progress
or runnin in place; we makin moves, and y'all settle
I rip rappers and take responsibility
for makin future hall-of-famers look third rate
Y'all are lost for words like conversation on your worst first date
and ride beats, creep through side streets
Looseleaf notepads that's where rhymes leak
Punchlines - man, don't even beg
I got knee-slappin tracks, y'all brusin your leg
You a rhyme writer - funny man, that's a joke
You ain't worthy of bein my secretary man that's a quote
I flood tracks like cracks in boats
And pussy rappers choked up with they own lines in they throat

With the mic in my hands I'm a bad man
Even in a fight with the hands I'm a bad man
Livin in the streets all my life I'm a bad man
I'm a bad man, I'm a bad man

TURN UP THE MICROPHONE and feed me I'm a beast
MC's and they beats is what I eat, 16 I'll leave you in the street
My rhymes are sicker than gangrene in both feet
It's spreadin up the leg, and headed for the head
Your rhymes are whack your style is proof that the brain corrosion
is fuckin with your chosen flows, I'm nice with mics
My hands'll break your nose like Mikey Tyson
Fightin in his prime, one rhyme
And I shake up the room one time, BOOM! To the jaw
Your face is a coat type raw
And the blood and snot they mix, jelly on the floor
My love is cop them bricks, belly on the floor
I rob you, you soft and you really ain't a problem
I solve you, 357 long nose revolve you
Acid in your face, bad look, dissolve you
I'm a bad, bad man

Yeah, check it out
It's Bumpy Knuckles baby
And I want you to say hello to the BAD, BAD, MAN - C'MON!

With the mic in my hands I'm a bad man
Even in a fight with the hands I'm a bad man
Livin in the streets all my life I'm a bad man
I'm a bad man, I'm a bad man

"Those were the two rap songs he already had. This next one is called Lips Like Morphine. The rest are his rocks songs that I produced."

Darius smiled, but he had a poker face on so Jude couldn't tell if he liked them or not. It was silent except for the c.d. they could hear spinning in the stereo. Finally the rock music filled the room, followed by John's lyrics.

((Lips Like Morphine by Kill Hannah))

I want a girl with lips like morphine
Knock me out every time they touch me
I wanna feel a kiss just crush me
And break me down

Knock me out (knock me out)
Knock me out (knock me out)
Cause I've waited for all my life
To be here with you tonight

I want a girl with lips like morphine
Blow a kiss that leaves me gasping
And I wanna feel that lightning strike me
And burn me down

Knock me out (knock me out)
Knock me out (knock me out)
Cause I've waited for all my life
To be here with you tonight
Just put me on my back
Knock me out again

I want a girl with lips like morphine
Knock me out every time they touch me
I want a girl with lips like morphine
To knock me out

See I've waited for all my life
To be here with you tonight
Just put me on my back
Knock me out again

((Cherry Red by The Static Age))

In the pictures
she's been moving
black and white and cherry red
drawing thin lines
between our lives
black and white and cherry red

the tightrope dance of the walking dead
we do all we can
in an hour
you could have had me
and by nightfall i was yours
it wasn't your fault
you never met me
pandora's box
she sings a siren's song
i am the damage done
it was all i needed (was all i needed)
in the pictures
she is reason
a promise i keep to myself
drawing substance from a dry stone
black and white and cherry red
tightrope dance of the walking dead
do all we can
she sings a siren's song
i am the damage done
and maybe i'm not right
to think of things this way
but it's all i have now
so look away
it's funny
they go just like they came
she sings a siren's song
i am the damage done
i am not you she said
i am not you she said
won't you listen
i am not you she said
i am not what you need
won't you listen

won't you listen

Jude blushed at this song, but Darius didn't notice; he didn't know the song was about her.

Another song started and Darius looked at her confused. "This was an unfinished demo. I guess we forgot to take it off."

Darius stopped her from taking out the c.d. He was intrigued by what he heard of the demo so far and wanted to hear what was left.

((Cherry Red by ZZ Top))

Strange things goin' through my head. Oh!

Crazy things that I think she said.

Slides so slinky that it's gotta be real.

she just wanna know how to feel.

Cherry red, cherry red

She just wanna feel cherry red.

Cherry red, cherry red

She just wanna feel cherry red.

This town of killer tits is doing me in.

Tried to leave once wanna do it again.

But this one little thing's such a thoroughbred.

I'm addicted to the feel of her cherry red.

Cherry red, cherry red

Addicted to the feel of her cherry red.

Cherry red, cherry red

I wanna keep thinkin' 'bout cherry red.

Whip out a bottle of your favorite rave

I think you better tend to your cherry crave

Ain't nothin' stupid what we're talking about

Take a little twist and then you pour it on out

Cherry red, cherry red

Think you better tend to your cherry red.

Cherry red, cherry red

I think you better give me that cherry red.

Darius folded his hands on his lap. "Well, I've gathered that this guy likes cherries." Jude blushed and this time Darius noticed it but chose to ignore it, seeing as he didn't understand it. "Get him in here and we'll discuss a contract." Jude smiled excitedly and jumped up to go find John.