Chapter 1

18 months later

Georgia stepped out of Studio A, rubbing her temples. She was no happy. Jude's new album was not coming along well. Jude was writing some great songs, but she kept fighting with her new producer, Mark Snow, over how the melodies should be. Needless to say, they rarely got anything accomplished and when they did, it wasn't making Jude happy and it affected the lyrics badly.

Georgia sighed and walked to her office. She pulled her Rolex out of her desk drawer and spun it until it landed on the card she was looking for. She pulled it out and picked up the phone. She held the handset against her shoulder and dialed the number off of a business card rapidly. She set the card down when the phone began to ring and she drummed her fingers on her desk, anxiously waiting for an answer.

"Hello?" A male voice answered.

"I need to meet with you." Georgia stated.

Two weeks later

Georgia stepped off her plane and walked purposely through the airport. She had a meeting to attend in 15 minutes and she was determined not to be late. She managed to slip her way out of the crowded airport entrance where loved ones where waiting to pick up their significant others.

When she was outside, she raised her hand to signal a taxi. Moments later a yellow taxi sped to a stop beside her. She entered the car and told the driver her destination and he drove off.

About 20 minutes later, the cab stopped in front of a small diner located in the outskirts of Los Angeles, California. She paid the driver his fee and stepped out and walked into the diner, a bell ringing as the door opened.

She quickly scanned the diner and saw who she was looking for without much effort. Tommy Quincy always seemed to have a way of drawing attention onto himself. He walked around with his own personal spotlight and people noticed it.

Georgia crossed the room and sat down across from him. Tommy signaled their waitress and she came over before Georgia could say two words to him.

"Can I get you anything?"

"Yes, a Diet Coke would be fine." The waitress nodded and walked off.

"Sorry I'm late." Tommy just shrugged and took a sip of his coffee.

"What do you need Georgia?" Tommy asked, looking concerned.

"I want you." Georgia stated. Tommy looked confused and he was silently glad he had completely swallowed his coffee.

"Excuse me?"

"I'll give it to you straight. You're the best damn producer there is, and G Major has been suffering without you on its team."

Before Tommy could say anything, the waitress returned with Georgia's drink. She took a glance at Tommy and Georgia thanked her. It seemed to snap the girl back to attention and she left the table, nearly running into a businessman. Georgia shook her head and took a drink of her drink.

"Flattery Georgia? Didn't know you had it in you." Tommy said.

"Look, Tommy, whatever they're paying you here, I'll raise you 10."

"Georgia, you know I'd be more than happy to help you out…"

"But?"

"But I don't know if I want to return to G Major. I've got a good thing going here." Georgia was silent. She didn't want to stoop low, but she knew how to get his attention. It was what held his attention at G Major for so long anyway. They both knew it.

"Jude's album."

"What about it?" Tommy asked, looking interested.

"It sucks. Mark and Jude have too many creative differences to make it work."

"You have Snow producing Jude?" Tommy demanded, looking disgusted.

"He's the best I have." Tommy was silent. Georgia knew Mark and Tommy never got along. She knew she was playing with fire by mentioning Jude, but she was desperate.

"Look, Georgia, you know I would have to finish up what I'm doing here first."

"Of course."

"And even then…"

"Look, Tommy, I understand it would probably be a couple of months until you could return, if you accept my offer."

"20."

"What?"

"I want 20." Tommy stated. Georgia narrowed her eyes.

"You drive a hard bargain." Tommy grinned. "Deal."

"Then I'll do it." Georgia smiled. "If Jude is ok with me coming back." Georgia's face fell into a frown. She knew Jude had mixed feelings over Tommy leaving. She wasn't completely sure if the girl would jump to have him back again.

"I'll talk to her."

"No, let me do it."

"OK. I'll look forward to your call then." Georgia said with a slight nod and took another drink of her pop. Tommy sighed.

"Enough with business. How have you been Tommy?"

"I'm doing good, the band's doing well and I'm happy with it." Tommy answered. "How've you been doing?"

"Besides stressing over Jude's lack of a hit? I'm doing ok. G Major is doing well. I would have no complaints if the first would be fixed."

"Guilt trip?"

"Is it working?"

"Maybe a little." Tommy glanced at his watch. "Sorry, but I've got to run. Do you need a ride to the airport or"

"I'll be fine Tommy. Thanks for the offer." Georgia said. He nodded and pulled out his wallet and set a 10 down on the table. "For the drinks." He stated.

"No, I should be buying, I called you"

"Georgia don't, I won't take it back anyway. I'll call you once I talk to Jude." He said, and left the diner. Georgia watched him and noted that he still drove that blue viper. She finished her drink and left Tommy's ten on the table to cover the bill and the tip and stepped outside in the warm L.A. air.