Music Video Part 1: Jacksonville

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Rose, Dani, and Jadie all step off the bus before Crüe in Florida and our manager is waiting there for us. He stands in front of a white panel van that has some guys standing around it. Dani raises her eyebrow and points to the van.

"Channel six news?" She asks with a laugh and I smile.

Arms come around my waist and pulls me from my feet.

"Tommy!" I squeak and he laughs.

"You're mine." He mumbles before putting me back on my feet.

Tommy spins me around and plants a quick kiss on my lips before grabbing my hand. Nikki shoves my shoulder as he walks up beside me and starts laughing. We all walk over to our manager.

"What's up with the van?" Tommy asks.

"Turn into a suburban soccer mom since we saw you last?" Vince wonders with a laugh.

"I have good news for the girls." Manager states.

"You know, I've seen a lot of horror movies and this is how pretty girls get killed." Dani laughs.

"Where are the next few tour stops?" Manager asks.

"Well after this there's Birmingham, Alabama." Vince says.

"Then there's Dalles, Texas." Jade answers.

"And then North Carolina, Charlotte I think." Nikki racks his brain.

"Then New York." I say.

"Then Chicago." Tommy finishes. "Want us to keep going?"

"No that's good." Manager answers. "Does anyone know what all these places have in common?"

"They're in the United States." Vince answers.

"Yes but not exactly." He answers.

Then it clicks in my head and I smile.

"We've lived in all these states at one time or another." I say. "Jadie is from here in Florida, Ro is from Texas, D is from Alabama, I'm from North Carolina but I lived in New York and Chicago."

"You're smarter than you look, aren't you, Red?" Nikki laughs.

"Roots is number one on the carts and the studio wants you guys to put out a music video." Manager explains. "Since it's a song about where you're all from and your families we all figured it would be best if the music video was filmed inside your hometowns and your families."

"So what? We're going to go film with my family?" Jadie wonders and he nods. "Like my mom and my dad and my brother and my...Jewl."

Thing is I don't think that Jewl and Jadie have talked to each other since Jewl left LA. Jade was mad and hurt at her twin sister. I don't think they've even spoke over the phone.

"Yes, of course." Manager says and Jade shifts uncomfortably. "We have to get going, remember we also have a concert tonight."

Tommy pulls me closer to him and looks down at me. He kisses my lips gently and I smile. I love this asshole so much.

"Have fun, babe." He says and fixes my hair. "You look beautiful."

"Thank you, babe." I smile. "I'll see you later on?"

"Can't wait." Tommy smiles.

"Hey Jadie, is you're whole family vegetarians?" Dani asks with a laugh.

We all spit up and us girls are loaded into a car. Jadie looks out the window as we drive towards where she told the driver she lived. The white van (that we learned was for the camera crew and their equipment) follows us.

We pull up to a big house with the American Flag and the flag of Spain.

Jade is half American and half Spanish, her mother comes from Spain. When you look at Jade you can tell that's she part something. I mean she has tan skin and long black hair, she has blue eyes (like the rest of us for the record), so it's not a far stretch to believe that's she's half Spanish.

We walk up to the door and Rosie knocks on the door. A tall guy with black hair, tan skin, and blue eyes opens the door. He see Jade and lights up.

"Jadie?" He asks.

"Jake!!" Jade squeals make Dani and I try to cover up a laugh.

We've never heard Jade squeal and it's kinda funny. For those of you that don't know her, Jade is kinda creepy. She wears nearly all black and her hair nearly covers her face. If you met her in a dark alley you'd be fucked because she looks like a killer.

We've been told about Jake before as well. Jake is a few years older than Jewl and Jade, they were all pretty close. Jake used to play pranks on them and screw with their heads. Right now Jake (who was described as a big bad brother) is nearly bawling his eyes out while hugging one of his younger siblings. They pull back and Jade looks back at us.

"Uh Jake, this is my band." She says. "The blonde is Rose, she's our singer. The brunette is Dani, she's our bassist. The redhead is Darcy, she's our drummer. I play guitar and we're on tour."

"Jadie, we live in Florida not under a rock." Jake laughs. "We know all about your band. I mean your drummer is dating Tommy fucking Lee."

That hit magazines the day after we were told we could date. Every journalist thought it was this big scandal until our manager set them straight. I love being Tommy's girlfriend and I love everyone knowing it. I'm proud of our relationship just because of all the hell we went through together.

Jake ushers us inside and we stand in the doorway.

"Hey Jewl!" He yells up stairs.

A baby starts to cry in answer and all of us look at each other. I thought the twins were the youngest that their family had. Maybe Jake has a kid?

Someone steps to the head of the stairs holding a infant in their arms. The baby is wrapped in a blue blanket and is still crying. The person holding the baby is identical to Jade.

"Dammit Jake, must you make my child--" Jewl starts but catches sight of us. "Oh my fucking God." She mutters.

"Jewl, you have a baby?" Jade wonders as she walks up the stairs to meet her twin. "Is this why you left LA?"

"Yeah." Jewl admits as she bounces her baby. "I was two months pregnant when I left, I knew I couldn't raise him in Los Angeles."

"What's his name? When was he born?" Jade wonders as she touches the baby's face.

"Michael Gregory Morrison, he was born September 30th." Jewl explains. "Go see your Auntie, baby."

We spent the next five hours catching up and filming the music video. Only Jadie had to be in the shots for the most part but they needed the rest of us to be in certain spots. I never imagined that a four minutes music video could take so long to film and this is just the beginning. 

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