Twilight/Instant Star crossover.
Copyright goes to Stephenie Meyer and Epitome Studios/CTV/The-N and all the other lovely TV producers who gave us Instant Star and Jommy.
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The doors to Bermanzee Records swung shut ominously behind her. Jude inwardly flinched and kept going. No need to chicken out now. It was already too late for her to change her mind, anyway.
Jude spun slowly around, her gaze locking with one of the most beautiful brunettes she had ever met. The woman's eyes were a fierce green, and her complexion was flawless. She was tall, but that may have just been because of the three inch heels Jude noticed her wearing. Immediately, she knew this girl must be in a position of authority.
"Um, yeah," Jude said, sticking out her hand.
The brunette smiled and took Jude's hand gently, shaking it. "Welcome to London. I'm Bernadette. How're you liking it here so far?"
Jude smiled tentatively. "It's different, but I think I'll get used to it."
"It takes awhile, but you're right, you will." A petite blonde appeared from behind Bernadette and waved shyly at Jude. Jude looked at her curiously before the girl blushed and looked down. "Oh, sorry. I'm Amy. I'm Bernadette's assistant."
"Hey, Amy. I'm Jude." Her returning smile was warm, hoping to ease some of Amy's embarassment.
"Amy, why don't you take Jude to Alex's office? He'll be glad to know that she's here." Bernadette's voice rang with authority, and immediately Jude was reminded of Darius. Things here weren't as different as she expected them to be.
Amy nodded and looked at Jude before turning and walking briskly away, leaving Jude to follow behind. As they walked down a series of brightly lit and extravagently decorated hallways, she allowed herself to reminisce.
Already, Jude was homesick. It had only been a week and she was debating calling her sister and begging for her to come and take her home. She missed everyone: Sadie, Jamie, Kwest, and most importantly, Tommy. When she had been back in Toronto, safe and warm in his arms, Jude had found it easy to decide that she needed time away from Tommy to figure out who she really was. She wanted to be her own person. But now that she was on a different continent, things weren't so easy. Jude found herself craving his touch, and missing the tiny little things that he did for her. The small amount of doubt that had resided in the back of her head was now coming forward, growing with each day. Had she made the wrong choice? If she had, was it too late to change her mind?
"Um, Jude?" The small blonde that Jude now knew was Amy cleared her throat. Jude's head snapped in the direction of the sound, and she found herself blushing. Apparently, they had arrived at their destination.
"Sorry," Jude apologized. "I guess I was daydreaming."
Amy nodded understandingly. "Homesick?"
Jude's eyes dropped to the ground and she bit her lip lightly. "Yeah, a little."
"It really does get better," Amy reassured before smiling warmly and walking away. Jude could tell that she was already going to get along with her.
Jude took a deep breath and knocked lightly on the door in front of her. When a deep voice called for her to come in, she hesitantly opened the door, peaking just her head in before slowly moving completely into the room.
The office was small and very empty, holding just a desk and two chairs - one on either side of the desk. The walls were covered in multiple album covers and certificates, of which Jude only glanced at quickly before settling on the person sitting in the chair directly behind the desk. Alex, she reminded herself. He was handsome, but no where near as handsome as Tommy. His hair was graying in some places, and their were wrinkles forming at the corners of his eyes and mouth. Clearly, he was an older man. His long brown hair was tied in a hairband at the back of his neck, and he was dressed in a suit. Jude hadn't noticed what anyone else was wearing, but it became apparent that she would have to dress a little bit nicer when she came back to record.
"Jude!" The man called, clearly excited. "Welcome to Bermanzee!"
"Thanks." Jude smiled and Alex stepped forward to shake her hand before sitting back in his chair and gesturing for her to sit in the chair across from him.
"I'm Alex," he said. Jude already knew, of course, but chose not to point it out. "And I'll be producing your fourth album."
"Oh, great," Jude said, trying to sound enthusiastic. "When do we start?"
"I was thinking tomorrow, if that's okay with you?"
Jude nodded and smiled again. "That's fine."
"Good. I hope you like it here at Bermanzee. We're honored to have you singing for us, and I, personally, am honored to be producing you." Jude blushed and Alex cleared his throat, smiling softly. "That's all for today. I'll see you tomorrow morning at nine o'clock sharp. We'll be working in Studio B. Bring any songs that you have written that we could record."
"Okay. Thanks, Alex. See you tomorrow." Jude waved shyly and walked out the door, shutting it tightly behind her. As soon as she was in the hallway, she let out a breath she hadn't known she was holding. This was going to be hard. A new producer, a new record company, a new life... it was all too much. But Jude knew that she could handle it. She had to. She was Jude Harrison (and not, regretably, Jude Quincy). She could do anything she set her mind to.
Turning to find the exit so she could go home, Jude unexpectedly bumped into someone. Their papers scattered messily all over the floor, and Jude dropped down on her knees in embarassment to pick them up.
"I'm so sorry, I didn't see y-"
Jude looked up when the person cut her off, smiling gently. "It's okay. It happens." He put a hand on Jude's as she went to stand up, stopping her. "Wait, you're the new girl, right? Jude Harrison?"
Jude blushed and nodded. "That's me."
"Hey, Jude, I'm Chris." He extended a hand towards her which she quickly took, and then released. "It's nice to meet you."
"You too," Jude mumbled. His looks intimidated her. He had chocolate brown eyes and light brown hair. Underneath his button-down shirt and slacks, Jude could tell he was nicely built. He was cleanly shaven, and what little their was of his hair was gelled into a neat faux-hawk. Chris was the nicest looking guy she had met since Tommy. Nothing could match up to him, of course, but this guy wasn't half bad. She needed to get out of here before she made an idiot out of herself, if she hadn't already. "I really should be going..."
"Before you go..." Chris trailed off, thinking, before pulling out a small agenda and writing something. Then, he ripped the page off and handed it to Jude, carefully placing it in her hand and then bringing her hand up to meet his lips. "We should do coffee sometime."
Jude blushed again, and she was sure that she was the color of a fire truck by now. "S-sure," she stuttered.
"Bye, Jude." He winked at her and walked away, leaving her gawking at his retreating figure. A small voice in the back of her head was shouting 'Tommy, Tommy, remember Tommy!', but she ignored it. She had left Tommy at home for a reason. Now it was time to move on with her life. Maybe, when she eventually returned home, they could have a life together. But for the moment, they were two entirely seperate people. And she was hoping that, seeing as she was her own person now, she would be able to see Chris again. Her head was clear now that he was gone, and she could admit to herself just how good-looking he had been.
Sighing, she turned around - slowly, this time - and wandered back through the halls of Bermanzee, searching for an exit.
Maybe London wasn't such a bad idea after all...