"Still nothing?" Kwest asked, coming back from the employee kitchen.

"Still nothing," she said dismally.

"You're trying too hard Jude," he said as he sat down beside her. "I've seen you shell out twenty songs in an hour, and you've been working on this one from five already, which by the way only has stars doodled around the sides."

"I'm sorry, but I can't concentrate."

Kwest sighed and handed her a fresh notebook. "Just write, whatever." He then exited the room and ran into Jersey.

"How is she?"

"She's been better. What about melonhead over there?" Kwest pointed to Tommy's office.

"I've never seen him so depressed, it's wierd.

"I should go talk to him."

"I don't think that would be such a good idea. He's pretty mad at you."

"Me? What did I do?"

"Don't quote me, but I believe he said that you're a dirty womanizer who stole Jude from him, oh and you implanted lies into her brain."

"Womanizer? Does he realize he was the one who coined that term!"
"Yeah I know, you don't have to tell me that."

"This is his own fault that Jude's pissed at him."

"I know Kwest, just chill out for a second. I have an idea."

"An idea for what?"

"To get them together."

"Go on," he said with a wicked smile.

"Dammit!" Jude screamed as she threw her pen against the wall, hitting the glass window.

"Somebody having problems?" Mason asked from the doorway.

She inhaled deeply and looked at him. "What do you think?"

He walked over and sat down on a chair. "I think Tommy's getting to you."

"Don't even start with me on that subject right now, Mason."

"Why not?"

She gave him her trademark death glare and began to open her mouth, but Mason cut her off.

"Jude, you and I, and everyone else on the whole friggin planet know that Tommy and you are like magnets, no matter what, you're always going to get pulled together."

"How is this supposed to be helping me right now?"

"I'm just saying, wouldn't it be easier to just forgive him now and get it all over with instead of having you both pout?"

"Wh-I...Mason, you suck," she said bluntly.

"And you Miss Harrison are acting like a child, now just go talk to the poor man."

"Poor? Mason did you see the tabloids? Did you see my dress? Do you know what happened last night?"

"Yes, yes, and yes I did."

"Well then you know he was an ass!"

He groaned and stood up. "You're both impossible," he said, walking out of the room.

She threw the notebook in her bag and walked to Darius's office. "I'm going home, don't yell, I can't be here right now."

"Okay, but first, would this happen to have anything to do with a certain prom story in the tabloids?"
"Maybe."

Darius nodded and motioned for her to leave. "Go, but I expect you back tomorrow girl."

"Thanks."

"This isn't going to work Jersey," Kwest said, sitting in his apartment.

"It will too, I promise. Now go text Jude and tell her you want to work on her song tonight. I'll text Tommy and tell him I forgot my purse at G Major and he needs to go get it."

Kwest stared at her. "You really think he's going to buy that?"

"He's a lovesick puppy right now, he'll believe anything. Just trust me, this'll work. After they're both inside, we'll lock the doors from the outside."
"Jersey, hun, yeah, he can open the door on both sides."

"Have you ever heard of a little invention called a steel bar? Slip it through the handles and voila, instant lock-in."
"I really hope your right," he said. "If not, we're going to have a very pissed off Jude Harrison on our hands," he muttered to himself.

Jude was laying on her bed when the ding of her cell phone told her she had a text message.

Jude, meet me studio. We need 2 work!

She inwardly groaned and grabbed her backpack. She glanced at the clock which informed her it was already 11:00 p.m. This is going to be a hell of a long night, she thought to herself.

At about the same time, Tommy also got a text message.

4got purse at studio. I need it! Plz go get it!

"This is what I get for having my scatterbrain of a sister living with me," he muttered to himself as he turned his Viper around and drove back to G Major.

"Kwest? Is anybody here?" Jude asked as she wandered around G Major.

As soon as Tommy walked about a hundred feet from the entrance, he instantly regretted coming in. He heard Jude's soft voice ring throughout the building. He saw her slowly come towards him, since it was dark she couldn't tell who it was.

"Kwest is that you?"

Tommy flicked on the light. "Do I look like Kwest? And what the hell are you doing meeting Kwest here at eleven o' clock at night?"

"What the hell are you even doing here!"

"Jersey forgot her purse, but since you're here, I'll just be on my way," he said as he tried to open the door.

"What don't you know how to open the door?"

"We've been set up," he said dimly.

"What?"

"We're locked in."

"Oh no, no freaking way am I staying here with you!" She yelled, banging on the door.

After ten minutes of her incessant banging Tommy looked up at her from the floor of the other side of the room. "Would you stop it? Whoever locked us in here, sure as hell isn't going to let us out right now."

She screamed shrilly and sunk down to the floor. "I hate you, you do know that don't you?"

"Yes, I know."

"You're an ass."

"Yeah."

"I hate you."

"Yeah, I think we've already established that fact, and if you're going to sit here and insult me all night, I'm going to go in a different room."

"Why don't you! I'm sick of seeing your face already!"

Tommy stood up, ready to defend his reputation. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?" he yelled.

"It's supposed to mean that I never want to see you again, ever!"

Jersey and Kwest were standing out in the parking lot when they heard the pair screaming at each other.

"Don't you think this is a bit, I don't know, cruel?" Kwest asked.

"Nope," she smiled, crossing her arms across her chest. "If this doesn't work, I don't know what will."