A/N: I'M BACKKKKKK! Finally. :D

Anyway, I went to Arizona for my cousin's graduation and so I wrote this partly while I was there. I am also writing another fan fic called 'Back At Your Door' and that has been what I've been up to instead of writing on this one. Sorry! But I am happy to start writing on this one again because I missed the humor. :D

So hopefully I will update again tonight or something since I already started the next chapter. Who knows:D

Read the A/N at the bottom, it gives clarification and background on something.

HAPPY MEMORIAL DAY!

THANKS:D

She quickly opened her eyes, only to shut them just as fast. 'It could not already be morning,' Jude thought, 'but at least there aren't any ringing phones or alarms.'

It was Friday morning to be exact and she had a half an hour before she had to drag herself to practice and a fitting that never got accomplished after yesterday's eventfulness. 'It was weird,' she thought, 'I expected it, but not the way it happened. Cheesy 80's was not Quincy's forte until yesterday.'

How much can a car ride change, right?

Jude opened her door and yelled out into the hallway, "Sadie?!" 'Already gone?' Jude thought, 'Thank God, I get the bathroom to myself.'

Jude hopped in the shower only to realize that Sadie had taken all the hot water again. A cold mist entered the bathroom through the open window adding to the already frigid temperatures being pounded onto Jude's skin.

1, 2, 3…Go! Jude thought as she stuck her head underneath the showerhead, bracing herself for some cold reality.

She added some color-enhancing shampoo and then rinsed, making sure to get all the suds out. A quick use of her razor in all the right places and she ended her shower with a fast lather of cucumber melon shower gel.

She was done. T-minus 10 minutes.

As she ran downstairs, Jude grabbed her jacket and made a quick stop in the kitchen for a pop tart before heading out the door to her car.

On her Mustang's windshield laid a note and one long stem rose.

Jude pulled the note and rose from under the windshield wiper and opened her car door. She lightly tossed the rose on the dashboard, while trying to back out of her driveway and hold the note at the same time.

Jude had 5 seconds before she was late as she entered the G Major parking lot. She pulled into a stall and sat there for the 5 seconds.

'Pull yourself together, Harrison,' she thought. 'You have worked too damn hard for some song to mess you up.' Jude finally opened the note that she had practically strangled in the drive to G Major.

Break a leg, Girl.

-Quincy

Jude rolled her eyes. 'He is so 25 sometimes,' she thought.

Jude opened her door and pulled out her jacket and the pop tart she grabbed early, leaving the note and rose behind. She kicked the door closed and took one final deep breath before turning around.

Quincy and Kwest were trying to do a load-in while SME leaned against the wall and watched as they struggled.

"Dude, you need to put Yo Mama on top of Yo Daddy, that's the only way they fit. On top of each other," Wally explained.

Kwest abruptly turned around almost dropping Yo Mama on Quincy's foot. "Excuse me? My MAMA?"

Spied interrupted before anyone got hurt. "You are holding Yo Mama." Kwest only got angrier.

Quincy chuckled as he finally understood what SME was talking about. "Man, look at it." Tommy cocked his head a bit towards the Yamaha label that had been appropriately disfigured to read, "YO MAMA."

Kwest shook his head as he started, "You guys are so lucky! I-"

"I hear a lot of lips flapping over here. D pays you to work, not to chit chat."

"Hey, if you had to load in Yo Mama, you'd be flapping your lips all over the place too, so don't even start Harrison."

Jude scoffed, "My MAMA? Should I be offended or thrilled that she's back from her honeymoon?"

"Look at the label, Jude."

Jude eyed the label. She hadn't seen it since, well, she couldn't remember when, which made tonight's performance so much more needed. "Gotcha, I forgot about Yo Mama. Hey Kwest, where's Yo Daddy?"

"At home, where-very funny, Harrison."

Jude smiled widely and shrugged her shoulders, "I try." Tommy winked at Jude as she walked passed SME to enter G Major from its back door. 'Change is good,' Jude thought as she heard the door shut behind her.

­­"So what do I owe for your gracious presence?" Portia said, standing in The Closet, finishing her fittings for SME and Karma from yesterday.

Jude put her coffee down as she rummaged through a rack of shirts in front of her. "Sorry Portia."

"I know you are," Portia said turning to Jude.

Jude looked over her shoulder as she heard noise behind her. It was Quincy. He looked at her and she smiled self-consciously.

"Let me guess. Roses, a diamond necklace, and a picnic in the park? No wait, he shut down the mall and gave you a shopping spree?" Portia said, looking at Jude.

Jude turned around. "Excuse me?"

"I am just trying to rack my brain as to what Tommy did to get a smile instead of a snarl."

Jude bit here bottom lip. "Oh, that."

"Yeah."

"Actually neither. And I'm not telling."

"Fair enough," Portia said, as she scratched off another item on her list, "I just hope his excuses were as good as his presents."

"Um…" Jude started.

"That's what I thought."

A/N: The YO MAMMA stuff was not my idea. I actually took it from an artist by the name of William Tell. He used to be the guitarist for a SoCal band called 'Something Corporate' if you've heard of them. He wrote about it in his blog when he was on tour at the beginning of the month and I thought it was the most hilarious thing and then when I started to write the load -in I thought 'THAT IS SO SME!' So then I just added it. :D

This is what he said:

Wednesday, May 02, 2007

while unloading...

So we're loading our gear into the Crocodile Rock here in Allentown, PA, and Girgus (my bass player) is in the trailer helping the local stage hands and telling them what gear gets brought in and how. One of the gentlemen helping unload asked Girg if there was something that could ride on top of the amp he was already pushing in. Girgus then suggested that "Yomama"(my homemade piano enclosure that has Yomama written on it as a joke instead of Yamaha) could ride on it. The stagehand quickly responded to Girgus' direction that "Yomama could ride on it" with a "F# you, you f&!". This was funny to us, maybe not that funny when I retell it, but whatevs. Have a good night!

So now you know. It's totally SME. :D