A/N: Okay, other than the season two finale (Date With the Night), all the season one and two episodes happened in this story.

Disclaimer: I do not own Instant Star or any of the characters on the show, but I do own all original characters in this story. Same goes for all the other chapters.


He was back. Officially back. Tommy walked into G Major studios after nearly fifteen years of being away. He went directly to Darius' office. He knocked lighlty, and Darius heard it.

"After all these years," Darius smiled. Tommy walked in. "Good to have you back Tom."

"Thanks," Tommy said. He had talked to Darius on the phone about him coming back. "And thanks for giving me my job back."

"No problem, you're one of the best producers that's ever been here," Darius said.

"So, should I find Kwest?"

"Planning on going to NYC anytime soon? I moved him out to another studio there. I had Sadie move to Miami and is currently the V.P. of the studio down there. Liam is getting everything organized in California. Which leaves a completely new G Major for you."

"What about..." Tommy started but didn't feel like finishing his sentence.

"Jude and SME are on tour."

Tommy nodded. "Then who am I supposed to work with? Mason?"

"Actually, Mason's with another producer,so I'm gonna have you work with a brand new artist. She's only fourteen, though. Hands off."

"Okay," Tommy said without a problem.

"I'm serious Tom. You can't mess around with my artists."

Tommy sighed. "What happened with Jude... it won't happen again. It can't."

Darius nodded. "Well Nikki Stewart's gonna be here in ten minutes."

Tommy nodded. "What experience does she have?"

"She sent us a demo of four of her songs. She writes everything herself. She's gonna be big, we were lucky to be the first studio that got her."

"Does she know she's gonna be big? I don't do well with divas."

"She's down to earth, has her head on straight. Nothing like you were when you were fourteen. So we know she'll be behaving."

Tommy rolled his eyes. Darius still doesn't let him forget his past. Darius put the demo in the CD player and played it. As Tommy listened he realized Darius was right. She had a lot of talent and would probably sky rocket to fame. He turned around when he heard a knock on the door. He saw a somewhat short teenager in the doorway. She had medium brown wavy hair and dark blue eyes. She was fair skinned and pretty thin, not anorexic level, the healthy thin.

"Mr. Mills?" The girl asked.

"Nikki, come in and meet your producer," Darius smiled. She entered and looked at Tommy. "Meet Tom Quincy."

Nikki broke out into a fit of laughter. "From BoyzAttack? You cannot be serious."

Tommy let out a sigh of frustration. "Studio A. Now."

Nikki stopped laughing. "Okay we are serious." She walked out of the office leaving Tommy with Darius.

"Give her a chance T," Darius instructed. Tommy gave a small nod and went into Studio A. Nikki was sitting there.

"Look, I'm sorry," she said. "But come on! You were in a freaking boyband!"

Tommy ignored her comment. "What do you have to work with?"

"Besides what I have on my demo I have an additional twelve songs written," she said and tossed him a notebook. "Your pick."

Tommy mouth hung open as he flipped through the notebook of sixteen songs. She was a serious song writer. All of them reminded him of Jude one way or another. He kept flipping and got to the end. "Wow," he breathed.

"Yeah, I started writing when I was twelve."

"Do you have more?" he asked.

"I have about twenty songs that I just can't finish, something's missing either the bridge, chorus, a verse or two."

"Bring those tomorrow," Tommy said. "We'll try and finish one of 'em."

Nikki smirked. "Why? Is my finished stuff that bad?"

"No, it's great. It's just I wanted to see what you can't finish."

"So you can find out why?" Nikki asked knowingly.

Tommy chuckled. "There is no way you can be fourteen."

Nikki sighed. "Depending on your situation, you sometimes have to grow up quickly."

Tommy tried to hide the concern he was feeling. "Um I wanna hear that one on your demo, the horse one. Just speed the tempo up a bit."

Nikki nodded and picked up her acoustic guitar. Tommy nodded to her as the signal to star playing.

I feel these 4 walls closing in
My face up against the glass
I'm looking out... hmm
Is this my life I'm wondering
It happened so fast
How do I turn this thing around
Is this the bed I chose to make
Its greener pastures I'm thinking about hmm
Wide open spaces far away

All I want is the wind in my hair
To face the fear but, not feel scared

Wild horses I wanna be like you
Throwing caution to the wind
I'll run free too
Wish I could recklessly love, like I'm longing too
Run with the wild horses, run with the wild horses
Ohh yeaaa yea

I see the girl I wanna be
Riding bare back, care free along the shore
If only that someone was me
Jumping head first headlong without a thought
To act and damn the consequence
I wish it could be that easy
But fear surrounds me like a fence
I wanna break free

All I want is the wind in my hair
To face the fear but, not feel scared
Hoohhh woah woah

Wild horses I wanna be like you
Throwing caution to the wind
I'll run free too
Wish I could recklessly love, like I'm longing too
I wanna run with the wild horses, run with the wild horses
Ohh yeaaa yea

I wanna run too.
Hohhh woah oh woah oh

Recklessly abandoning my self before you

I wanna open up my heart tell him how I feel

Wild horses I wanna be like you
Throwing caution to the wind
I'll run free too
Wish I could recklessly love, like I'm longing too
I wanna run with the wild horses, run with the wild horses
Run with the wild horses
Hooaah woah ohh woah
Yeeaaaah

I wanna run with the wild horses

She finished the song. "What'd you think?"

"Good," Tommy said. "When we record though I think we should try something different like piano or strings."

Nikki considered this. "Piano definitely."

"When did you write that?" Tommy asked curiously.

"Just before my thirteenth birthday," she said. "Why?"

"Because, it was good."

"I wrote it on tour with my mom." Tommy gave her a confused look. "My mom is a rockstar. Yeah, big deal."

"Who is she?" Tommy asked.

"I don't want anyone to know. I'll be constantly compared to her, and people will think the only reason I got this record deal was because of her connections, instead of thinking I can make it big on my own."

"Can I know?" Tommy asked.

"Hello? Your my producer, you're supposed to criticize me anyway. Knowing who my mom is, you would have way too much fun with it." They looked at each other, both knowing she was right.

Tommy smiled. "How do you do that? Read people like that?"

"I don't know," Nikki said. "I guess with my mom's career I needed to figure out who would be my true friends and just people using me. I just... I know how people are."

"What do you know about me?"

"Former boybander, well known for sleeping around, hardly ever had a steady girlfriend, no major education, rumor has it that you didn't go to high school, and you've been producing for almost seventeen years. As a producer you're well known for tough criticism and won't settle for anything less than perfect music."

"And you didn't know I was going to be your producer?" Tommy said sarcastically.

"Darius told me about the producers. He referred to you as T, not Tom, Tommy, or Lil Tommy Q. And FYI, you're still in the tabloids."

Tommy stayed silent. She had a point. "What do you know about me from you little 'powers'?" He used air quotes around powers.

"Alright, one, air quotes went out of style a decade ago. Two I don't have powers, I just know who to trust or not."

"Can you trust me?" Tommy asked.

"See this proves that I don't have powers, because I don't know yet," Nikki said in a serious tone.

Tommy was about to argue but he saw the clock. "Looks like it's time to call it a day."

Nikki looked up at it. "Guess so." She started getting her stuff.

"You need a ride?" Tommy asked.

"It's okay, I can walk."

"Where do you live?"

"My house is just around the corner from Carson," she said.

"You do realize how far that is from here?" Tommy said. "I'll drive you."

"No, it's okay. Really, I like walking. Fresh air, good exercise, time to be by myself and think, you know?"

Tommy knew that wasn't the whole story, but since he just met her he let it fly. "Fine. What day is tomorrow?"

"Saturday."

Tommy nodded. "Be here at ten tomorrow. Prepare to stay till around seven."

"Great," Nikki said. "See you then." She walked out.


Tommy was in his old office later that night. There were a few boxes of his things he needed to unpack. He was at his laptop trying to find out who Nikki's mom was. He couldn't find it. He walked to Darius' office. He was getting ready to leave.

"I can't find who Nikki's mom is," Tommy told him. "She said she was a rockstar, but I can't find any matches."

"Is Quincy your real last name?"

"No it's-"

"Your stage name. Stewart is hers. I thought you'd be smarter, T," Darius smiled and walked out of his office leaving Tommy dumbfounded.


A/N: Okay, kinda lame for a first chapter, but it gets better, I promise.