Anna nervously shifted in her seat at the Walt Disney Concert Hall.

"You okay?" Lucas asked, leaning in closer to her.

"Yeah. I…I'm fine. I just don't know if this was a good idea and all. With everyone coming…"

"It'll be okay. You're fine."

"But Brooke is going to be here and…"

"So what?"

"I just don't want to cause any problems for you, Luke."

"You won't."

"I hope not. I'm already nervous enough wondering what your brother and sister in law will think of me. Now I have to worry about your wife too."

"Brooke's bark is much worse than her bite, trust me."

"Are you sure her friend Felix won't be here?"

"He's supposedly out of the country."

"And what about your father?"

"Who, Dan?"

"Yeah."

"Like he'd show up. Why do you ask?"

"No reason. It's just everything you've told me about your family…well, I don't think maybe it's a good idea that I start meeting everyone just yet. I guess I'm nervous and I don't want to throw anymore gasoline on the fire."

"It's cool", he winked, giving her hand a gentle squeeze.

They sat in the packed Music Center waiting for the concert to begin. The highlight of the evening was to be famed classical musician, Haley Scott. Even though they were still "just friends", it was Lucas and Anna's first public outing together. It had taken some convincing but she had finally agreed after he had explained that it would be low key and there would be a slim to none chance that the two would be photographed together.

"Boy, is it a madhouse back there", Nathan appeared, straightening his tie as took the seat beside his brother. "Thanks for coming, man."

"Where else would I be?" Lucas grinned. "Nate, this is the friend I was telling you about, Anna Rojano. Anna, this is my brother, Nathan Scott."

"Nice to meet you", Nathan nodded as he reached over and cordially shook her hand.

"Likewise", Anna politely smiled.

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"Gordon, I cannot believe you had the audacity to wear those shoes", Brooke muttered for the thousandth time.

"Don't hate, Diva. They're Ostrich skinned."

"No, Gordie, they're hideous."

"Come on, you two", Peyton prodded. "Let's hurry up and get inside before the concert starts."

"Where are our seats again?" Brooke asked.

"Right there, I think", Peyton whispered, pointing towards the middle of the Hall.

"Oh no!" Gordon exclaimed. "The Gordon does not sit in the middle of any theater. Where is my front row ticket? Where are the box seats? I am VIP, you know."

"Gordon, just sit", Peyton pleaded. "Please."

"Shoulders, don't make me make a scene…"

"Gordie, those ridiculous shoes have already made the scene for you", Brooke giggled. "Now sit."

He rolled his eyes and reluctantly followed the girls. They were seated two rows behind Nathan and Lucas.

"Well, if isn't the gorgeous and famous brothers Scott", Gordon grinned before raising his voice for all to hear. "Hey Nate! Hey Judas! We made it!"

Amidst snickers and raised eyebrows, Nathan and Lucas turned around to see Gordon excitedly waving while poor Brooke and Peyton slunk in their seats, hands covering their redden faces. The guys gave a little wave before turning back around.

"What is with that dude?" Nathan asked with a smile.

"Gordon's no harm, I guess", Lucas shrugged. "After a while, he kind of grows on you."

"Luke, is that her?" Anna asked.

"Yeah", he replied, stroking the softness of her palm.

Anna's curiosity was getting the best of her and it took all she had not to turn around and stare at the beautiful brunette in the red dress. Apparently Anna was the only one in control of the urge. She could feel three pairs of eyes boring a hole in the back of her head.

"That's her", Brooke tersely whispered. "I cannot believe he brought her here."

"Are you sure?" Peyton said back.

"I wish she'd turn around so I could get a good look at her", Gordon added, craning his neck to get a better view of the stranger.

Their conversation was cut short as the emcee took the stage and the show began. It was a two hour plus concert and Haley would be the finale. No one was pretty much interested in the other performers and silent thoughts ran rampant.

Anna's Thoughts: What the hell am I even doing here? This is nuts! I am nuts! What am I thinking? No, that's the problem…I'm not thinking. I shouldn't even be here. I knew it was a bad idea to come. I know Brooke and her friends are looking at me right now and they're probably talking about me, too. God, I hate when people whisper about me. But I guess that's what I get for showing up…

Luke's Thoughts: This is going to be an interesting evening to say the least. Brooke better not start anything. She and Gordon can be so petty and catty sometimes…at least Pey is with them and she's some sort of logical voice of reason. Oh well. Anna is my friend and I'm allowed to have friends. I can bring her wherever I like. Besides, it's not like it was when Brooke brought Felix to Peyton's art show. Now that was totally out of line…

Nathan's Thoughts: Isn't this cozy and awkward? Man, the shit is probably going to hit the fan later. It always does somehow when it comes to Lucas and Brooke. I love them both, but damn! Why is there always so much drama? Are Hales and me like the only normal people in this family? The only sane ones to come out of Tree Hill? Our kids are doomed! Anyway, it better no be a repeat of what happened at Peyton's show in Chicago. I don't want anything to ruin Haley's night. Plus I am not in the mood to break up anymore fights. Wait a sec…if there is a fight, it would be a catfight between Brooke and Anna! Damn, what a visual! That might not be so bad after all…

Peyton's Thoughts: This so reminds me of high school. If the situation wasn't so serious and if Lucas and Brooke weren't married and if there wasn't a kid involved, this actually might be kind of funny. As long as Brooke stays in her seat and Gordon keeps his mouth shut, everything should be okay. We'll make it through tonight. Everything will be fine…I hope. And why in the hell did I wear this off the shoulder top?

Brooke's Thoughts: I hate him! I absolutely hate him! I so regret the day I ever snuck into the back of his uncle's wrecker and tried to seduce him. God, I cannot wait until my divorce is final! Just the thought of being married to him still makes me feel icky. Hell, Lucas Eugene Scott is icky! And he had the nerve to bring her! Real smooth, asshole. I bet she isn't even pretty. There's no way she's prettier than me. I don't care. He can do whatever the hell he wants. He's probably just trying to make me jealous. Yeah, that's it. Oh he's sooooo mature. Like I, Brooke Rebecca Davis Scott, the classiest Diva in New York would ever get jealous of him and that…skank. I don't give a damn what he does. I do my thing and he can do his. Oh God, I wonder of they're sleeping together…

Gordon's Thoughts: This shit is so boring. Wonder is my assistant remembered to pick up my dry cleaning?

"And now Ladies' and Gentlemen, the moment you've all been waiting for…it is with pleasure I introduce to you award winning artist, Haley Scott playing an original piece in E minor…"

The audience applauded as Haley took center stage and began to play. She played three classical works on the piano and for her encore, sang a song she had recently written. Her music, like always, was beautiful, passionate and elegant. She finished to a standing ovation and bouquet of roses presented by the concert sponsors. Nathan, Lucas, Anna, Brooke, Peyton and Gordon were ushered backstage to join her.

Haley stood with her trademark permanent smile, shaking hands and accepting congratulations from the small crowd that had formed around her.

"Well done, babe", Nathan grinned as he kissed her lips. "Well done."

"Hales, you were really awesome, girl."

"Thanks, Luke."

"This is my friend, Anna Rojano. Anna, meet my beautiful and talented sister in law, Haley Scott."

The women smiled and exchanged pleasantries.

"Good job, Haley. I'm proud of you", Peyton said, hugging her.

"Me, too", Brooke grinned. "I mean, I knew you were great but I didn't know you were that fabulous!"

"Ditto", Gordon joined in. "Or should I say bravo? Girlfriend, you were just off the hook! A lot better than those bores that came before you and Miss Thang on that harp? What was she trying to do? Whoo child! Tell her to keep her day job. Anyway, your performance earned you a Gordon original nickname. Let's see…Diva is already taken of course and so is Baby Diva. What about Little Diva? Or do you prefer Little Mama?"

"Whatever you decide, Gordon", Haley said, laughing with the others.

Haley and Nathan moved on to chat with other well wishers which left for the much anticipated uncomfortable moment of the day. The dreaded introduction…

"Anna, there is someone else I would like you to meet. This is Brooke Scott, my uh…"

"His wife", Brooke finished, shaking Anna's hand.

"Oh. No. She. Didn't!" Gordon whispered to Peyton.

"Brooke", Lucas continued uncomfortably. "This is a friend of mine, Anna Rojano."

After a few tense filled moments, Anna and Lucas were finally "rescued" when Luke recognized an old friend and began a new conversation. That left Peyton, Gordon and a seething Brooke.

"What?" Gordon grinned. "You may as well say it because I know you're dying to."

"Nothing. I have absolutely nothing to say."

"Good", Peyton interjected. "It's good you're taking the high road. Besides, she seemed…nice."

"Yeah", Brooke rolled her eyes. "Nice."

"Now that that drama is out of the way, can we eat?" Gordon protested. "If y'all don't feed me soon you're gonna see me in a Sally Struthers commercial with flies buzzing around my head."

"Whatever. Let's eat", Brooke said, obviously still pouting. "Gordon, can you be a gentleman or a lady or whatever and get our coats, please?"

"Look, I'm getting mighty tired of this Benson shit", Gordon griped as he left to retrieve their items.

"So, what are we in the mood for, Brooke? Italian, Portugese…"

"Pey, do you think she's pretty?"

"Who?"

"You know who. Anna."

"Brooke, don't do this to yourself."

"What? It's just a question."

"Yeah, a stupid and pointless one."

"Do you think she's pretty?"

"Fine. You know what? I'm going to answer that and I'm going to answer it honestly. I'm not going to feed your bruised little ego or tell you what you want to hear. Yes, Brooke. Yes, I think Anna is pretty."

"Okay. I guess she is, isn't she? She's quite pretty…if you're into that whole horse mouth thing she has going on…"

"Brooke!"

"Okay, okay. I will keep my comments to myself."

"Thank you."

"Just look at her though. Practically draping herself all over Lucas."

"She is not draping and quit staring at them."

"Pey, she looks awfully familiar…"

"Yeah right."

"No, I'm serious. I think I've seen her somewhere before. In fact I know I have."

"Maybe at a party or something in New York. What did Luke says she does again?"

"He didn't. Peyton, I definitely know her. I saw her at a party alright but it wasn't in New York."

"Where then?"

"Look, I never told anyone this and I'm pretty positive that I'm the only one who saw but when we went to Tree Hill a while back for Dan's stupid birthday party, I…I kind of saw him with a girl."

"What girl? You mean like, cheating on Deb?"

"Hell yeah. They were making out in the backyard. I didn't get a good look at her and it was getting dark then but I say she looks an awful lot like my husband's little friend, Miss Rojano."

"Well, if you're not 110 percent sure, Brooke…look, just be careful, that's all. Don't go starting anything. I mean, what are the odds of Anna and Dan Scott of all people? Why would she be in Tree Hill? Why would anyone be in Tree Hill? Most people can't find it on a map. Dan's a first class jerk but I seriously doubt that was Anna you saw. It's probably mistaken identity."

"You hags ready?" Gordon asked as he returned with the coats.

"Sure, Gordie", Brooke nodded before muttering under her breath. "Yeah…mistaken identity. Must be…"