A/N: I wrote 3 more chapters while I edited this one. They'll be up tomorrow as I still need to edit them. I've kinda found my way about the storyline, but it isn't set in stone, so we'll see how tomorrow goes. I don't have much homework this weekend and my parents are going out of town this weekend too, so I'll have lots of time to write. :D Unless there is the off chance I decide to do something with myself; maybe take a drive or something. Maybe I'll use that as inspiration. :D Who knows?

Anyway, back to the story. Here is another chapter. I hope you guys like.

Oh yeah! I forgot this earlier...

DISCLAIMER: I don't own jack when it comes to this story except for the storyline. Even then I'm probably pushing it.

HAPPY READING!

Jude pounded on the studio door that was the entrance to SME's domain for the day.

"Guys, open up! I need to tell you something." No answer. Jude pounded more, getting very frustrated as the seconds passed by.

"Hi, Jude!" Kyle boasted.

Spied scolded Kyle, "Dude, we were supposed to surprise her, not give our presence away."

"Jude, you were saying?" Wally said calmly, as if Spied and Kyle weren't standing next to them at all.

"Thanks, Wally. I knew you were always my favorite." Jude said, smiling.

Spied glared at Jude. "Blow below the belt, Harrison. I thought we shared something special."

"Yeah, like Bart and Lisa Simpson." Wally scoffed.

Jude and Spied turned their heads and faced Wally.

Wally just shrugged. Even I could see it, guys, he thought.

"Anyway, we need to rehearse," Jude spit out.

"What for? We aren't doing anything soon, so can't we just order pizza? I'm feeling saucy!" Spied exclaimed.

"We are doing something. It's called a gig," Jude rebutted.

SME just stared at Jude, mostly in disbelief that they might actually be playing a gig. They all felt it had been too long since the last time they were on stage together.

Jude only smiled that the expressions on the boys' faces. "Maybe you guys have forgotten what they're called, but we have one on Friday."

Light bulbs turned on and wheels turned as Spied finally understood why they were recording earlier. "W-w-wait! It this for that song you had us record today?"

"Precisely," Jude said.

Kyle and Wally joined hands and spun each other around like they were at a hoe down. "Performance Friday! Performance Friday! Performance Friday!"

All Jude could do was laugh. She had missed the guys and how it felt to perform with them. "Okay, kids. Let's get to playing."

SME opened the door to their studio to pick up their stuff to take back to their rehearsal space, when Portia came around the corner. "Jude, I need you for a sec. It'll only take you a bit. Promise."

Jude sighed. "Guys, meet me at our place. I got to hit the fashion police."

"Yeah, Portia?"

Portia was rummaging through a rack of clothes that would have put Miss Carey to shame. "Does Vinyl on Friday ring any bells?

Jude sheepishly admitted, "Yeah about that. I hope you haven't thought up a huge costume or anything. I just want to wear something simple."

"Simple I can do," Jude scoffed and Portia just laughed, "Hey, I can do simple. Let me look over some options tonight and then tomorrow you can check them out. If you don't like them, you can wear what you want. Promise"

Hesitantly Jude agreed. "Alright."

Tommy walked into D's office after one knock. He needed to get down to business. "D, we need to go over Karma's single. I want to put it out on Friday."

D never looked up from his computer. "Tell Sadie what you need. I'm busy Friday, so you'll have to do it yourself."

Tommy's eyebrows shot up in shock. "You don't want full control? Wow, must be a special occasion. What is it?"

Still Darius focused on his computer. "Nothing special. Jude's performing at Vinyl Palace on Friday and I want things to go over well."

That was news to Tommy's ears. "Jude's performing on Friday? I didn't know that."

This was the moment Darius had been waiting for, so he looked up and focused on Tommy for the first time. "I didn't think it was necessary. Kwest knows because he is her producer. You are producing Karma. Catch my drift?"

So it's like this now, Tommy thought. "Yeah, I do," Tommy stopped as an idea floated into his head, "Hey, why doesn't Karma perform then too? I think she's been away from the stage for a bit. She could use the practice."

Not the usual sarcasm buddy, Darius mentioned, "You seem to have a lot of faith in your girl."

I do, it's Karma I'm worried about, Tommy thought.

"Really, T?" Darius knew that feeling way too well when it came to Tommy.

Slightly embarrassed Tommy said, "Um, I guess I should make sure my mouth is shut the next time I think to myself."

"Yeah, I think so."

As Tommy got up to leave, he left Darius with a few words. "Just think about what I said, D."

"I have."

"And the verdict?"

"Tell her to get to practicing."