Monday, 12-18-06

9:37 A.M.

After fifteen minutes of fruitless recording attempts, I watched in glee as Tommy rubbed his temples, a diminutive smirk crossing his features. "Jude…" He moaned gutturally, flexing as he pushed himself up off the swivel-chair. "C'mon girl, we need to finish this."

Heck yes, we needed to finish this. I thought with a devilish grin, coercing myself to remain silence. Needless to say, recording was the furthest thing from my mind.

He seemed to read my expression instantly, and I watched as he reached heavenward, caressing his hair momentarily before his hand came to rest upon the soundboard. "Take a break girl. Cool off." When he looked back towards me, his expression had changed monumentally. His eyes were stone pillars of solitude, and his lips were pursed. He was once again severing me from him. He was once again cutting off the drawbridge before I ventured close enough that we would have to face the inevitable, our immoral feelings for each other.

I gaped at him, scoffing in disbelief. It wasn't like we hadn't been here many times before. At each and every occurrence, would place myself on the tightrope, poised and ready for him to make the next move. He would stand underneath my wobbling form, arms stretched wide, ready to engulf me. I would hold my breath and take the plunge… and at the last moment, he would step back, allowing me to hit the surface, shattering gracefully.

And the worst part? I allowed myself to fall for the ruse, every last time.

Ripping my headphones off in disgust, I tossed them away, and stomped out of the studio as they spiraled to the ground, like some fed-up rock diva. And, I wasn't at all surprised when he didn't come after me. Typical Tommy. Why was I attracted to him again?

Running a hand through my hair, I traipsed into the lobby with high hopes of finding Spied and forgetting this whole Tommy business. Oops, guess I forgot something…

"So sweetheart, did he turn you down when he found out just how small your tits are?" Sandy simpered bitter-sweetly from the receptions desk.

Oh, she did not just use my cup size against me. And for the record, B's are not small! I'd rather be modest than have two jiggling mountains to carry around on my back.

"No, actually, he found them a turn on. After all, most men find overly surgically-enhanced body parts a turn off, you know." I returned, twirling a soft tendril of hair around my fingertip. "But, I'm sure they didn't include that in the brochure, not that you would have been able to read it…" I trailed off, turning on my heel and smiling inwardly at the expression on her manicured little face. Continuing down the hallway, I renewed the search for my boyfriend, but stopped in my tracks at deafening crash to my left. Muffled yells could be heard from behind the door, and I pushed my ear against the keyhole, listening intently.