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An exasperated sigh would escape the artists thick lips as she slumped back on the couch, setting the guitar that had been resting on her lap aside and tossing the black leather journal on the coffee table. Jude watched as it slid across the clean glass and landed in the floor on the other side of it. Another sigh as she sat forward, and hid her face behind her hands as she thought. Why was this so hard? She was a song writer, that's all she knew how to do. That was the one thing she had known about herself since she was first given a guitar, she was going to change the world with her music, with her lyrics.

With her eyes closed, she allowed her mind to settle, she took a deep breath and willed thoughts to come to her. She needed a subject, she would wait for a subject to come. She began sifting through her memories, what were memories that stuck out the most, a soft smile would cross her face as she remembered being a child on the horse ranch with her parents and her sister. The performances that the two of them would do for their parents, she would sing and Sadie would dance. She remembered learning how to ride the horses, she remembered the Christmas' they had spent there.. She remembered when her and Tommy had driven up there together to work on a new song idea together. She thought about the butterfly feeling she had gotten when they had started working on that song, and how that feeling had switched to panic when her sister had walked in.

She would growl as she pulled her hands away from her eyes, they were beginning to sting from the threatening tears that lurked in those memories. Angrily she would push herself up from the couch and walk around the table, snatching the journal from the ground and heading into the kitchen. She needed a different inspiration, she couldn't use Tommy anymore, she needed to get over him! She knew he was over her.

Jude wasn't really sure what she was going to do or where she was going to go, but she needed air, she needed to clear her mind, she needed to be reminded of what was surrounding her right now. She needed to stop living in the past, really all it was doing was depressing her and she refused to let Tommy control her like this when he wasn't even here.

Snatching her rarely used keys off of the kitchen counter she would head out the back door, and almost at a jog she would go to her car. She was so desperate for the freedom that her mind craved that she couldn't get out of there fast enough. As she revved the engine, she could already feel a sense of control that she hadn't been permitted since she had moved here flow through her and would smile.

"Alright baby, let's get out of here for awhile"

Jude watched as the lights of the city flowed around her, she had never driven around Paris by herself at night before and so she had never really taken the time to appreciate what it looked like before. But now she found the lights hypnotic as she drove past different signs in French. Her eyes would wander back to the street as she once again opened her mind for ideas to flow. She would watch as the white lines of the streets zipped by, she began thinking about the symbolism of those lines, and what they had once meant to her. She thought about how they had once thrilled her because she knew they were leading her back to the one person she couldn't live without.

"God! Get out of my head Tommy!"

She would cry out as if her mind was going to just comply, it hadn't done so for three months, why would it start now. Not able to take it anymore she would pull into a random parking lot and slide into a parking spot, she would park and pull the emergency break before her head would fall against the steering wheel and she would close her eyes as finally the tears she had been fighting would spill over, and an unwilling sob would escape her lips. Frustrated with herself she would begin hitting her hand against the steering wheel as she tried to pull herself together.

Noticing the neon green light shining against her arm, she would glance up through her soggy eyes and notice the sign above. She couldn't see the first word, but the second word translated into bar. Just what she needed, she would wipe her eyes dry and grab her journal as she got out of the car and headed inside