"Sing this one." Tommy said throwing the open journal onto the soundboard in front of Jude. There was something about the words, that made him want to hear her voice, how she put it together, the way it sounded in her head.

"What?" Jude laughed picking up the journal. Just a few minutes ago they had been talking about something not related to music, something so unimportant that his request seemed out of the blue. She looked down at the page and saw an old picture of her childhood home. She had started writing the song after her high school graduation, but it really took form when she was travelling and visiting her mom.

"Please." He asked, seeing her hesitate.

Jude smiled at him and reached for the guitar leaning on the wall next to the soundboard. "Only cause you asked so nicely." She told him.

The phone is off the hook
and Jimmy's got a gun.
Sherry's in the river
and the river's gonna run again

Ohh ohh yeah

So you don't know where to go
you don't know where to hide
Holding all your tears,
keeping all your pain inside

With your back against the wall
heart falling from your hand
You throw it in the river
and the river is gonna hide it again

But you are not alone
When you're not safe at home

And you're running back running back
While you're off track
looking for a hope,
or a house to call your own.
You need a phone
You feel all alone
You don't know where to start While your falling apart
You need someone to hold
Your hands are cold
You feel a little older
You need to shoulder, all alone
But you're not alone

What they will believe,
and if you want to change
how it's meant to be
Even if they think you're strange.

Oh you want to live a life,
You need to breakaway
Counting on your hands the days you have left to play

But you are not alone
When you're not safe at home

And you're running back, Running back
While you're off track
Looking for a hope,
or a house to call your own.
You need a phone
you feel all alone
You don't know where to stop
While you're falling apart
You need someone to hold
Your hands are cold
You feel a little older
You need to shoulder,
All Alone
But you're not alone

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I know you can make it
Just try not to fake it
Oh don't give up
Don't give up

You're running back, running back
While you're off track
Looking for a hope,
or a house to call your own.
You need a phone
You feel all alone
You don't know where to stop
While you're falling apart
You need someone to hold
Your hands are cold
You feel a little older
You need to shoulder, all alone
But you're not alone

Her voice was soft, her mind digging up memories. The song was about the time that she felt homeless. Her mother had run off with the divorce lawyer, her dad lived across town with a new girlfriend, Sadie was away at college, and she didn't have a lot of options. Growing up she had always thought that her home, her childhood home, would always be her home, but the second that it wasn't anymore she didn't know what to do.

"Tell me about it." Tommy whispered, when she was done. He could tell that there was a story that went along with this song, one that he wanted to know.

Jude squinted up at the light, trying to clear her thoughts, put them all in the right order,, Her fingers slowly moving along the strings, but being careful not to make any sounds. "I guess it's about that moment you go from being a kid to an adult." She told him but could instantly tell he wanted more, he wanted details. "When I was about 17 my dad admitted to having an affair." She whispered, slowly looking back down at Tommy, but found she couldn't, and looked down towards her shoes. "So naturally my parents divorced, it was really hard on my mom, on all of us. Then I guess my mom fell in love with the divorce lawyer, Don." She said the name with such fake disgust it made Tommy laugh and her smile. "They moved to France my senior year of school. I hadn't talked to my dad since he moved out, and without warning, my mom sold our house, my home." Jude whispered, looking back at the picture. She loved that house, everything about it. "So there I was, barely 18, homeless, and totally lost."

"It's good." Tommy smiled at her after a long pause of silence. He needed to take in every word she spoke, try to see it from her point of view, understand her feelings.

"But…" Jude smiled at him, waiting to know what he wanted to change about the song. It wasn't that simple with him. He needed everything to be perfect, and she was sure that this song, written years ago, would have imperfections.

"No buts, I like it. Let's keep it." He smiled at her, reaching for the journal again. He wanted to see what other songs he could get out of her.

"Tommy, this is something that I need to be doing with the guys." Jude laughed. She knew that he wanted to start getting a lineup of songs for an album, but she had always pictured Speid, Wally, and Kyle being there.

"You want them going through this?" Tommy asked, holding up her journal.

Jude chewed on the inside of her cheek, arms crossed, watching Tommy. "They've seen everything in there." She told him. She didn't keep secrets from them, it was too hard. "I live with them, remember?" Maybe she didn't know for sure if they had seen everything, but she knew better than to think they hadn't looked in it before. Privacy wasn't something they seemed to understand.

"Right," Tommy nodded, but his attention caught by another song, trying to picture the way her voice would make it sound, and the story behind the song. He could tell that the words were deep, and it wasn't a happy song. "What about this one?" he asked, looking up at her.

"Which one?" Jude asked back, reaching for the book. It had taken a lot of courage for her to be able to give it to him so freely. As she looked at the page she knew which song it was. She could tell by the little ripples in the paper from tears. They dotted the page in no order, and smeared the writing in a few places. This song was personal. She quickly closed the book and shook her head. "Not today Quincy."

"Okay." Tommy could tell that there was something more to that song, something that he wasn't sure he wanted to uncover. "Why don't we call it a day?"

She nodded her head in agreement. "I've got a meeting with D anyways, something about a photo shoot."

"Yeah," Tommy nodded, watching as she packed up her things. "He wants to put you guys on the cover on Solid as soon as we get a single out." He knew that this would cheer her back up, put the light back in her eyes that he liked so much.

Jude gave a heavy sigh and stood up from her chair. She glanced around the room before responding to Tommy's statement about Solid. "Doesn't that seem odd?" She asked looking down at him with a quizzically look. "The contracts for our full album haven't even been processed yet, and we're doing a cover." She shook her head. She wanted to be excited, and she was sure she would be the moment Darius told her.

"D gets what he wants, and he wants you guys out there making him money." Tommy told her. "Now hurry up and get to your meeting, he doesn't need another excuse to chew my ass out."

"Yeah, see you tomorrow." Jude gave him a soft smile before leaving the small space. She was sure that he had other songs he needed to listen to, other artists that needed his attention.