A/N: I do not own One Tree Hill, the LA Lakers, any band I may mention or any location in LA.

"Here he is ladies and gentleman, Nathan Scott, newest player for the Los Angeles Lakers. Basketball has been in his blood for a long time. Lead his high school team to a state championship a few years back, followed by 3 national championships during his four years at Duke, and now finally he has made his way to the NBA." Nathan just smirked at the statements flowing out of the mouths of the reporters after exiting the gym for the first time as a Laker.

He knew the words that were coming out of their mouths, he put them there. He had long since paid off the reporters and media to forget about the little point shaving incident in high school. He didn't want his name to be drug around with negativity; he thought of himself as basketball royalty and felt everyone else should too.

"How did your first day on the team go?"

"Do you think this is where you belong?"

"What do you plan to accomplish in the NBA?"

The reporters questions rang through Nathan's head, and he thought to himself 'it is about time I got the attention I deserve' before answering.

"First day on the team was great; there is a lot I can teach these guys. Is this where I belong? Damn straight it is. Coach would have been an idiot to pass me up. As for the NBA, they better watch out. Nathan Scott is about to take his reign." He says while winking at a blonde reporter for a local gossip magazine. He slowly places his hand over her recorder and hands her his card while saying "You should stop by around 10 tonight."

She looks at the paper square that has only his address listed and smiles. She will be there. Who would pass up the opportunity of getting with Nathan Scott, LA Laker?

Leaving the reporters behind, Nathan hopped in his newly bought Escalade and rolled out. He had received large amounts of money since the draft from advertisement deals. It was two now, and he had just enough time to hit the gym, grab a bite, and then head off to meet his teammate Skillz at the club, the same Skillz who had been his teammate since high school. They had both gone to Duke for college, and then both were drafted by the Lakers. While both of the being drafted to the Lakers had seemed unlikely, they were both happy. During their last four years at college, they had perfected their game both on and off the court. They frequented the local clubs looking for women.

Nathan quickly finished up at the gym, and grabbed a salad on his way home. He had to eat healthy. He still wanted to be on top of his game. After all, he was a Laker now. He returned to his uptown apartment overlooking the city only to prepare for a night out. He had talked to Skillz earlier and they were heading out around 7 for a few hours. Nathan marched out of his apartment without checking his reflection, he knew he looked hot. Besides he already had a sure thing coming later tonight.

Sitting at the record label she had been at for the last four years, Peyton is startled by the presence of her boss.

"Oh I must have the wrong office. No, that's me, John Knight, Label President. Last I knew, you were uh, Peyton Sawyer, Assistant to the assistant of the label president. And your desk was, where is your desk?"

"I'm sorry I was just, arranging your trades, delivering the online download reports, updating your call sheet, and admiring your view. Also, Mr. Knight, Uh, I have a couple unsigned bands that I'd really love for you to hear."

"Peyton, I'm losing my hair. I'm hung over; I have two different alimony payments due, and seven lines ringing."

"Of course."

"Sawyer."

"Yes?"

"You look good. Drop a button on that top and I'll let you sit in on the morning new music session. One button, one song. And get me some aspirin."

While she doesn't necessarily like the person she has become, she drops two buttons and makes sure he notices when she returns with his aspirin. She has learned how the LA music scene works. She gets to sit in on the meeting, and the band she likes even has a fighting chance of making it to label. Dropping the buttons was a means to an end, and she has learned to overlook the means as long as she gets the end she desires.

For the last four years, Peyton has had time to adjust to the LA lifestyle. Her career may not be where she expects it to be, but it has already landed her a lot further up than when she started. When beginning at the label, her job consisted of accepting myspace friends for three of the minor artists on the label. After catching the eye of a demo screener on the second floor, she was moved to a mail assistant. She delivered mail to everyone on the first 6 of the 10 floors of the label including the demo screener. A few months later, she really got a break when the president of the label's assistant required extra help organizing a party. That is how she got her current title, assistant to the assistant of the label president. She is still climbing the ladder and has more chances for meeting with the execs. She knows if she plays the game right, she just may get farther up the ladder.

By the time the clock turned 6, Peyton had finished everything that she needed to do for the upcoming release party. She grabbed her coat, and began her normal nightly routine. She walked down the stairs and out the door of the label building and began strolling along the sidewalk to her apartment building about a mile away.

She walked in the door, pressed play on the answering machine, and starting making dinner. Her apartment wasn't much, but it was all she could afford with her current job. The couch doubled as a bed, and the kitchen was merely a line of cabinets against the wall. But it was her apartment, and it had a good view of downtown. It was close to work and had been the only home she had for a few years now.

Her messages played on the background. "P. Sawyer, I am going to be in L.A. for a few days at the end of the month. I expect to see you at least once." Brooke would come into town every now and then promoting her fashion line. She always called Peyton and they would do dinner, but neither had much time for anything else.

"Hey Peyton, it's me Haley. I just wanted to thank you for helping me get signed at your label. I know we don't talk much, but it means a lot to me. I have missed music. I know I have spent the last four years earning my degree in teaching, but singing is what I want to be doing. Anyway, thanks again. Give me a call if you get time." Peyton believed in Haley's music. The label execs hadn't exactly wanted to listen to her to begin with saying she looked to wholesome to bring in any money, but Peyton had done what she needed to do to get one of them to listen to the demo. Once they heard it, they loved it and Haley was signed immediately. She would never tell Haley what it took to get her heard though; it was just another means to an end that Peyton would put out of her mind.

After the messages finished and dinner was done, Peyton rummaged through her closet for her night look, and headed off to the club downtown. This is where any new bands would make their appearance. Even though she didn't like the way the record industry worked, she still believed in the music and what it brought to people across the world. For this reason, she was always looking for the next great thing.

She found the clothing she was looking for, dressed quickly, and headed out.

So my plan is for a Pathan fic but I really don't know where I want to go with this, so changes may arise. The reason Nathan is single and why Peyton isn't with Lucas will be revealed eventually. We will probably see Haley and Lucas in LA at some point though along with Brooke. I am also thinking about bringing Chris Keller back into the picture somehow. Thanks for reading.