"Is Lucky your real name?"

Lucky's head popped up from her cell phone and she turned towards the familiar voice with a big smile. In one swift motion, she pushed her chair back from the table, stood, and wrapped her arms tightly around her best friend.

"I was just texting you," Lucky said. "I thought maybe you were stuck in traffic or hadn't even left the house yet…"

Jordan laughed. "You're never going to let me live that down, are you? I know how much you hate that I'm always late. I thought it was best to tell you that day that I was on my way. Even though I wasn't."

The palm trees that lined the Los Angeles block swayed in the gentle breeze. It was a typical gloomy June morning, with the sun fighting to break through the cloudy sky.

As they sat down, Lucky eyed the magazine cover Jordan placed on the table. It was a copy of her first album cover, only better. Much better. She loved the old version, but there was something about the new one that brought back all the memories even faster. Her eyes filled with happy tears.

"Oh puhleeze," Jordan said. "Don't you dare start crying. I swear you're the biggest sap. I might have to buy stock in Kleenex."

Lucky threw her hands up helplessly as she shook her head. "I can't help it." She quickly swiped at a tear as it touched her cheek. "It didn't help that you started with that real name crap. I can't believe you remember that."

"How could I forget?" Jordan said with a laugh.

Lucky moved the magazine closer to her to get a better look. Suddenly Jordan's hand landed on the cover. Lucky looked at her strangely, but Jordan forced a smile as she started sliding the magazine back towards her.

"What?" Lucky asked, yanking the magazine out from under Jordan's hand.

Jordan sighed. "I'm not sure. I just noticed now as you were looking at it that it said something about Jude and Silverlight."

"And you assumed that was bad."

Jordan nodded with a sheepish grin. "I'm sorry, but you know the media has been relentless. They're trying to dig up anything."

"I know," Lucky said as she flipped through the pages before setting the magazine open. The article had a photo of Jude on stage and to the side a photo of her crying. "Geez, I really do cry a lot, don't I?"

"You do," Jordan said laughing. "What are they saying now?"

Lucky shrugged. "Just the usual, he's cheating on me."

"Once a bad boy, always a bad boy. Do you ever worry about it?"

"What? Him cheating?" Lucky smiled as she shook her head. "There aren't many things I'm sure about in this world, but one thing I definitely know is that he loves me. He'd never do anything to hurt me." Lucky closed the magazine and admired the image of the new album cover.

"I can't believe it's been so long that they're re-releasing your first album."

Lucky nodded. She couldn't believe how many years had gone by, but whenever she played any of those songs, she was immediately transported back to when she first met Jude.

Her phone vibrated with a text message. She glanced over at the screen, and a warmth crept up into her cheeks as the ends of her mouth slowly curved up.

"It's Jude, isn't it?" Jordan asked. Lucky nodded as she slid her phone over to Jordan, who read the text out loud. "Good morning, sunshine." She rolled her eyes with playful disgust as she slid the phone back. "And he even used the sunshine emoji."

"He says his days are brighter since we've been together," Lucky said, grinning. "I bring sunshine to his day."

"You're trying to make me puke, aren't you?"

"Oh come on, I'm sure Dylan has said plenty of great things to you."

"Of course he has, but I think it all depends on what you consider great. I'm not the sugary sweet, sunshine type and he knows if he said something like that to me, I'd make fun of him. You though, you get all heart-eyed. I still can't believe Jude Morrison says that kind of crap."

"You know what? Zoey and I were talking one day and she said he was never like that. I even asked him about it once and he said I just bring it out of him. He said he's never said the kinds of things he tells me to anyone else. It just feels right to say them to me."

Lucky smiled as she thought about Jude. She placed her hands flat on the menu and looked from her wedding ring to the Tiffany 'I love you' ring he had bought her at the beginning of their relationship and felt her cheeks flush again. It didn't matter how long they had been together, she still felt that same pounding in her chest whenever she thought of him.

"How are you handling his being away?" Jordan asked.

"I miss him," she said quietly. "I know you're going to laugh, but it feels like part of me is missing. I mean we talk every day, sometimes several times a day. And he messages me whenever he can just to let me know he's thinking about me. I hate to admit that I really need all that." Lucky looked up at Jordan sheepishly before she shrugged. "He had to go though. When Matt and Cade brought up going on tour and working on a new record, I knew I couldn't get in the way. I was a fan way before I was his wife."

"You should've gone on tour with him," Jordan said.

Lucky shook her head. "He asked me to. He even said we could co-headline, which seriously, how crazy is that--me with Silverlight? I couldn't though. He needs to be Jude Morrison, drum god and heartthrob. He's better off without me around."

"Stop," Jordan said, frustration filling her voice. "You always do that, stop that. You should think more of yourself, and I know for a fact that Jude would never think that he's better off without you. Tell me what's really going on."

Lucky sighed, and a pained expression crossed her face. She opened her mouth to say something, then rolled her eyes before shaking her head. She felt lost.

"I don't know. I really wish I did. The new album, the one I promised my fans two years ago, just isn't happening." Lucky shook her head as she turned her focus from Jordan, to the sweating glass of water in front of her. She picked it up and took a sip of the cool liquid before continuing. "I can't write. It's just gone. I keep trying and it starts out great, but then I lose the song somewhere along the way. I would have loved to go with Jude, but I know the press would kill me with all their questions, and I just don't want to talk about it. You know how sensitive I get." Lucky looked at Jordan, who nodded supportively.

"What about the re-release?" Jordan asked.

Lucky laughed softly. "When the record company suggested it, I was hoping it would inspire me. I thought having those song remastered and hearing them all over again would get me writing."

She stopped talking and gave a half-hearted shrug. What Lucky didn't want to admit was that she thought her career was over. She couldn't keep singing the same old songs over and over. She needed something new. Unfortunately, the words just weren't coming.