Thread: She Caught Fire [Amethyst]

Brown and warm, Jermaine's eyes stared back into Jay's wild green eyes. Wild, because they never failed to capture his attention, his whole attention, every time he fell into staring at them. He was glad she liked what he'd done, but at the same time he didn't since that meant his job was finished. There really was nothing he could do to fix Jay, so he fixed her music instead. He was unsure of what to do next, should he get mad at her, it was nearly impossible he would have to force himself become angry and he hated himself when he did. Not to mention that he had tried that before, he'd tried everything. Tricking her, pleading with her, playing the hard-nosed parent. Nothing worked. The only thing he had not tried was leaving, but that was far too frightening to even consider. She would die if he left her. That much Jermaine was sure of. Sighing, he relaxed back into his chair, leaving the iPod with Jay and placing his forehead into the palm of his hand. His mind wandered, thinking about tomorrow and what this meant for her career, the reporters would be over this like hawks. Hard as he tried, it was impossible to hide anything from them, they wanted to know everything about Jay. What she ate, who she kissed, when she sneezed, and she wasn't even that big yet. Although it was coming, and the paparazzi knew it just as well as Jermaine. This last album had been a hit, and major record labels were coming at them with offers from all sides. He'd started working out contracts with a few of them, and it was only a matter of time before he found one that he liked well enough for Jay, it was funny, but event he companies knew that he made all of Jay's decisions. The important, music-related ones at least. If it was hard for Jermaine to understand Jay's decisions of life, it was ten times harder for the corporate big wigs and white collared works that worked for the producing companies. They didn't understand Jay's brilliant mind, how she made her music by simply composing her life, her tragedy of a life. It was Shakespearean, almost. When he looked up again she was asleep. He left after placing a kiss on her lips, something he was pretty sure that she was aware of, but like their hands was generally accepted between them. First, he dealt with the police, and since there were no drugs on her, or around her, she wasn't being charged. But, she'd have to pay all of the medical, transport, and civil service bills out of her pocket. Insurance didn't cover this sort of thing. Unfortunately that wasn't an issue. Besides the drugs and drinking, Jay hardly spent any money, especially on things like cars, houses, or the really expensive stuff. Next was the news, and yes, there were two reporters waiting for him when he stepped outside. Mr. Spencer! Do you have any comments about the offer? Jermaine frowned, What offer? Oh, you haven't heard? Eminem wants to do a compilation record with Jay. Is she feeling well, why are you at the hospital? I haven't heard, I've been busy, Jermaine checked his cell that he'd silence. Sure enough, ten missed calls, She's sick. Just the flu, but it hit her kind of strong... We're playing it safe. Thank God for Eminem, ha, the press wanted to hear more about that then Jay for once. Finally, he'd caught a break. I'll have to talk it over with Jay, but I'm pretty sure she's been wanting to do a compilation record for awhile. That's all for now guys, I've gotta get back to the studio, and get working on this. The compilation deal was not the only thing waiting for Jermaine when he returned. There was also a stunning, surprising, and thought provoking email that he'd received from the insanely popular Disturbed group. They wanted him to come produce for them, and they needed him now, having just fired their longtime producer and director. Strangely, they made no mention of Jay, they wanted him. That was uncanny strange for Jermaine, and he fired an email back asking about her and how things would work out. Then he placed a call to Eminem's studio, and set up a meeting for later in the week. Giving the hospital a call before going to sleep, he mentioned neither offer to Jay before asking the hospital manger to make sure no press got wind of what was going on. A private room, if at all possible. Then, he went to sleep. The very next day he went to visit Jay early in the morning, bringing Wawa Coffee and breakfast sandwiches. The only thing Jay was known to eat, Knock knock. He said, but didn't wait as he pushed into her room.