Karen arrived at Tom's apartment not long after Tom himself did and she immediately found herself being interrogated as to what she thought about a musical based on the life of Marilyn Monroe. This made Karen reply with "Didn't she have a thing going with JFK? You could do a Jackie versus Marilyn number,"
At that suggestion, Julia looked at Tom with a look which seemed to say 'see?' Karen plopped herself onto Tom's couch and allowed herself to sink into the velour leathery material which seemed a comfort considering what she had just been though. "How are you?" Julia asked after recovering from an answer which didn't involve baseball. Whilst in the car on the way back from the airport, Tom had explained everything to Julia and Karen could tell.
"As good as can be expected I suppose; I mean, I'm living out of my suitcase about to crash on my friend's couch because he refuses to let me stay in a hotel, my boyfriend cheated on me and I just failed an audition for Dorothy in The Wizard of Oz because I'm too innocent, so yeah I'm… doing okay… considering," by the end of her admittances, Karen had to stop because she was in tears, the realisation that she had become the very opposite of what she'd set out to be had just dawned on her and she didn't like it one little bit.
"Oh sweetie," Julia sighed before enveloping Karen in a big, massive bear hug, the kind that only a mother can give n comfort to anyone. Neither woman cared that Tom's new assistant was watching because both of them knew that Karen wanted, no she needed to rid herself of all emotion regarding Dev and all of her current failures. And as Karen tore herself away from the hug, she decided that no longer would she be the vulnerable, naïve Karen Cartwright. Instead she would become a hard-nosed bitch who would do anything for the part and even more to prove that she was capable of maintaining it and that needed a new wardrobe.
The next day, Karen arrived at Tom's apartment, her arms laden with shopping bags as she attempted to push through the door. When she finally managed to get through the door, she noted that Julia and Tom were working on a song in the room he had turned into a recording studio years before. The melody that played had a beautiful, haunting sound to it; she was able to hear Julia singing the lyrics in her beautiful soft voice and she related to them in her current state of broken heartedness. Karen walked into the recording studio and sat down next to Ellis, Tom's new assistant – she didn't like him and she couldn't quite place why, he seemed relatively normal even if he had organised Tom's kitchen so that there was a tea drawer – the melody broke and Tom turned around "Karen, you're home would you mind singing this so that we can record it? Julia doesn't want to have her voice on the tape," Tom pleaded, complete with a pout and Karen couldn't refuse.
"Sure," Karen replied and she stepped up to the microphone as Tom handed her the sheet music. To begin with her voice was loud and clear but as she continued she ended up sounding emotionally distraught.
As a girl, I lived in a million homes
So I always would keep to myself
And my lessons were learned
From the stories and poems
I would steal from a library shelf
Yes, the books like the Roots
Weren't mine to keep
But the words weren't left behind
And I think of them all and I can't sleep
And a poet who read my mind
As the wise men once wrote
Never give all the heart
Well, it's easy to see
He was writing for me
I just wish I could play that part
Yes, he scribbled that love isn't worth thinking of
That is fades out from kiss to kiss
If I just learned those lines
Well, just think of the misery I'd miss
As the Irish men said
Don't put your heart up to play
When he warned of the cost
And the heart that he lost
Mister Yeats really paved the way
For the men that I've known
Who have clearly shown
They've reading him from the start
'Cause when it comes to me
Well, their kisses come free
But they never give all the heart
When he warned of the cost
And the heart that he lost
Mister Yeats really paved the way
For the men that I've known
Well, they've clearly shown
They been reading him from the start
'Cause each time that I fall
They never give all the heart
MmmmmmMmmm...
"Do we need to do another take?" she asked, looking at the faces of everyone in the room, jaws were practically on the floor.
"No sweetie that was perfect," Julia said and Karen smiled proudly.
The next day, Karen woke at 6am to hear Julia screaming at Tom over the phone, he had put her on speakerphone – probably to avoid the probable deafness he'd receive if he held the phone to his ear "Tom you have to fire him!" Julia yelled and Karen couldn't help but wonder who they were talking about.
"Who does Tom have to fire?" Karen asked tiredly, rubbing the itchy sleep away from her eyes as she did.
"Ellis," Tom and Julia said in sync.
"This might seem like a stupid question but why?"
"Because he posted the video of you singing Never Give All the Heart on YouTube," Julia shouted clearly angered by the incident and Karen couldn't blame her, in fact she didn't see why Tom could be so quiet on the subject.
"Tom, why are you so quiet? We all know that the weasel is going to tear it apart," Karen asked, it seemed like the obvious thing to say "Didn't you call him a Napoleonic Nazi at some point?"
"I might have done, but I did receive a phone call from Eileen Rand, who said she wanted to produce Marilyn," Tom replied excitedly
"That isn't an excuse, it's a recording of a private recording Tom, that breaks so many intellectual property laws it's unbelievable," Julia pointed and Tom couldn't help but agree… for now.