Tommy stood behind his desk, holding his jacket tight to his chest. He stood there silently as he bit his lip in anger. His thoughts were so jumbles, he didn't even hear Georgia.
She grew impatient waiting for a response. Jude was extremely upset, and Georgia didn't like to see anyone like that. Especially if it was something she could fix herself. She tried again, "Tom, what happened?"
Under his breath, Tommy managed to say, "I don't know." He grasped the jacket a little tighter. He repeated a little louder, "I don't know." Tommy's grip stiffened even more, twisting the fabric rough between his hands. This time he shouted, "I don't know!" and threw his jacket hard against the wall across the room. Tommy's hands flew up, holding the top of his head. His elbows hid his face from Georgia.
Georgia jumped out of her seat, shocked by his actions. Georgia stroked Tommy's arms downwards in a soothing fashion. "Tom, Tom… Calm down." Georgia repeated herself until Tommy relaxed a little.
He quickly took a plunge backwards into his chair, and Georgia returned to her seat across from him. She watched his as he put his head in his hands for a second as he finally caught his breath. He then wiped a single tear away from his cheek.
In that moment of observation, Georgia realized that there was more going on than anyone could've guessed. At first, she would've guess Jude's depression was over Shay, and maybe Tommy gave her some crap about the whole deal. But Tommy's mood was a dead giveaway. Still, Georgia didn't know enough to confront anyone. "I don't know what's going on, but you can talk to me."
Tommy stared deeply into Georgia's eyes. He knew her long enough to see she already knew something. Tommy remarked, "You're right that you don't know… But I still want to hear you theory."
"My theory?" Georgia asked.
"Yeah. You know," Tommy stood and walked around to the front of his desk. He rested his behind on the desk, half standing, half sitting. "What G Major conspiracy is going on?" Tommy crossed his arms and looked down on Georgia about a foot away from him.
"Well…" Georgia looked away from Tommy as his stare made her a little nervous. "There's obviously something going on between you and Jude." She glanced back up at Tommy, catching his speechless reaction.
Tommy stood and turned away. He stuck his hands in his front pockets and went to stare at his collection of platinum CDs hung on the wall. There were at least ten different plaques, including the one from Tommy's days in Boyz Attack and the other's he worked on as a producer. Even Shay's latest. He cleared his throat when he came across Shay's before stating, "And you think what is going on between us?"
Georgia followed Tommy to the wall and also looked at the records. She placed her hand on his back and said, "I have no idea what's up with you and Jude. And Tom, that's your business, not mine. But we can't have everyone at G Major acting crazy." She patted his back a little before crossing her arms in front of her. She took one final look at the wall, and a quick glance at Tommy out of the corner of her eye.
As she turned to leave, Tommy's voice stopped her. "I'm just her producer, Georgia. There won't be any more problems other than figuring out the tempo." He stood motionless, still staring at the collection.
Georgia sighed as she gazed upon Tommy's jacket on the floor. She walked over to it and picked it up. She then untwisted it, patted it down, and nicely put it on the back of the chair where she sat. She fixed the collar so it looked fresh and made her way to the door. As Georgia turned the knob, she said without looking at him, "We'll see."
Tommy finally turned away from the wall, only catching Georgia closing the door behind her. He ran his fingers through his hair in frustration. His jacket on the chair caught his attention and he repeated in a whisper, "We'll see."