"What's up, Jude?" Luke greets Jude in front of the camera, sounding casual, and I wonder how he can hide all the coldness and bitterness he showed Jude in the studio.
A glance at the rearview mirror lets me know that Luke is offering a handshake to Jude.
"What's up," Jude says back. He's doing pretty well in hiding his annoyance too, but if we really listen to it, there's irritation in his voice.
Jude shakes Luke's hand, but I don't miss the slightest gesture of him tightening his grip, as if he wants to break Luke's hand.
Unfortunately for him, Luke grips his hand even firmer, and Jude winces in pain.
My jaw drops. Oh, God, can we edit that part?
I turn to look at Jamie, and we share the same worried look. However, again, Jamie is quick to be all funny and bubbly and shiny again, talking randomly about driving around the town on this beautiful day.
Next, my song fills the air, and Jamie squeals. "I love this song. What a perfect song for a perfect reunion."
He does a good job of distracting us from the tension, brainwashing the viewers into thinking that the three of us are indeed getting along.
I start to sing, together with Jamie, and I'm glad that it's calming me down. Jamie is so funny, mimicking my gestures as we sing, and I indeed have fun with him.
When we finish our song, I notice that Jude is silent. He was supposed to sing my song too, but I guess that he's still pissed with Luke almost breaking his hand.
His mouth is zipped, and his face hardens, as if he's trying to control his emotions.
Luke, however, produces an annoying hum as he looks out the window, like he's enjoying the view of New York City.
We continue our journey, and when it's time to do a karaoke session with Jude's song, Jamie speaks, "Next, we're gonna play Jude's songs. Which songs should we play, guys?"
I'm not sure whether I should answer right away, but I can suggest some of his songs that I love.
However, before I can open my mouth, Jamie beats me, "What do you say, Luke? Which songs from Jude do you enjoy listening to?"
That might be an idea from Jamie to lighten the atmosphere, to give the impression that Luke respects Jude as an artist despite the history between his wife and the said superstar.
Jamie has told me the purpose of this car ride—to suppress the conflicts between our fans—and he might expect that I've told Luke about it.
Unfortunately, I haven't, and I pray to God that Luke is smart enough to not ruin it.
"I have no idea," Luke says nonchalantly, surprising me. "Haven't heard of them."
His answer makes me want to slip behind the driving wheel and drive this car madly to fall off a bridge.
That's bullshit. It's impossible for him to not have heard any of Jude's songs yet. Jude is the world's most loved superstar. Luke must have heard his songs, or at leastoneunless he's been living in a cave.
"You haven't heard of my songs?" Jude asks Luke. "Are you living in a cave?"
It's supposed to be a joke, but I can see that Jude is enjoyingthrowing this sarcastic question to Luke.
"I'm a busy person who finds enjoyment in something else," Luke says simply, leaning his back against the seat. He looks so calm and composed, so different from Jude. Luke is a great actor. "I don't really listen to music, except for songs written by Cassie."
If his words hadn't been purposely uttered to piss Jude off, I would have been flattered. Luke is stepping on dangerous ground here.
"Bullshit," Jude mutters under his breath, but unfortunately, it's still clear enough for all of us to hear and to be recorded.
That single word will only backfire on him, and I'm sure that his manager won't be happy about it.
Just as Luke wants.
Jamie starts hyperventilating as he keeps driving, focusing his attention on the road. "I don't know anything about this! I have no idea about this! I don't know what's happening, but I'm sure that a lot of people will watch this episode. Hell yeah!"
