Disclaimer: I do not own Instant Star. If I did, we wouldn't be waiting until February for Season 3!

A/N this is being written by my friend and me. I am Tommy and my friend is Jude. Please read and review and let us know what you think!

Of Love and Heart Break

Chapter Two: Letters Three and Four

How could I forget Mara? She's the reason you left BC... albeit a good reason, but the reason nonetheless. And stop talking that nonsense about my smile. You just don't have any girls (I mean, women) hitting on you now that you have a three-year-old. I can't believe you're coming back to BC! AHH! I miss you! Kwest is a good producer and all, but he's no you. You are going to produce my music when you get back right? Cuz if you aren't, then don't even bother coming out.

Ok, I lied. You HAVE to still come out. And we can take Mara shopping, and show her B.C. the way it's meant to be seen. And we can take her to go see Happy Feet... oh wow, I sound like an old grandma or something. It's just, I really want to see Happy Feet, and I need an excuse to go see it. When are you guys planning on coming out? I need details.

I'm not worried about Darius' end of the press conference. I'm worried about my end. I have this amazing ability to make things worse, not better.

Sincerely,

Jude Harrison aka Hey Jude aka Old grandma aka me

Jude... yeah, I left BC for my daughter, but do you blame me? Whatever lets not dredge up the past.
I'm coming to BC next week actually. I was debating whether or not to tell you or just let it be a surprise, but I just had to tell you so that you didn't make any more plans or something. Oh, and Darius set the time for 1 today, which is in a few hours. He just called and we chatted for a bit...

Alright, well he went on and on about YOU and your big mouth and how it's going to get you fired, arrested, or both. So cool it for a while, promise?

Anyway, when my plane comes in, I expect for you to be waiting in the airport, a BIG sign in hand, asking Little Tommy Q if I'll marry you! I'm just kidding, girl, please don't. I do want you there though, and I want you to drive me in that hot 'Stang of yours... but if you harm either my daughter or me, there will be hell to pay, number one being you producing your own album, got it?

I miss you girl, and I can't wait to wrap my arms around you and bury my face in your hair. Wear that perfume for me, will ya?? You know the one...

Missing you more and more,
Love,
Tommy