What's this? More updates? Holy shmoo...let's just keep our fingers crossed that it keeps going, eh? Bon Apetit!

Georgia stood for a minute in front of the door to Studio C, listening to the furious strumming that drifted through the air. She didn't know the entire story behind Jude and Tom's meltdown, but she aimed to find out. There was way too much at stake for her to lose her best artist and her best producer, so she made it her primary duty to take care of internal damage control. EJ was already working on the external damage control, attempting to get rid of the remaining paparazzi members that sat camped out in the parking lot and in front of the building's door.

Georgia knocked softly, and the music stopped suddenly. "Jude, it's Georgia. Can I come in?" After a few silent seconds passed and she began to think that she wasn't going to open the door, the lock clicked and the door swung open to reveal Jude's calm face.
"Come on in," she said, turning around and heading back towards her guitar. She took a seat in one of the wheeled chairs and started strumming again, nodding towards the empty chair next to her. Georgia closed the door behind her and sat down, watching Jude extract a haunting melody from the taut strings.

"So do you want to tell me what's going on?" Georgia asked, looking her straight in the eye. Jude sighed, halting the dance of her fingers on the guitar.

She sighed. "It's nothing. It was all a mistake, it won't happen again, and I'm fine."

"I want you to try that again, only this time with the truth," Georgia replied firmly. Jude looked away briefly, over the soundboard and into the recording room. She debated internally whether or not the truth would help the situation, but when she looked back into Georgia's eyes she realized that she was asking as a confidant, and not her boss. Suddenly the entire story came out in a flood, starting from the day she met Tommy and ending in the explosive argument in the lobby that ocurred half an hour ago. She found herself explaining the feelings that had taken her over while the two had been practicing her first song out on the docks, the embarrassment she felt after kissing Tom in her dressing room at the Vinyl Palace, even the surprise and excitement of their kiss on her sixteenth birthday. She choked on her words then, but the wetness shiningin her eyes didn't spill over.

"He took it back, Georgia. He said that if anyone found out he'd lose his job, and so he took it all back. We agreed that it would be best to forget the whole thing," she whispered. "It's not going to happen again; it was a mistake, it meant nothing, and that's the end of it." Georgia sighed, leaning back in her chair and rubbing her eyes tiredly. She'd been listening attentively through the entire story, and she started to realize that Jude and Tommy's feelings for each other had been a little more obvious than anyone realized. She started to recall all of the times she had seen them shooting looks at each other in the studio, or playfully joking with each other. The little touches or gestures they'd exchanged should have clued her in months ago, and she almost kicked herself for not seeing it sooner.

"Jude...after tonight I'll give you day or two to get some rest, ok? We can't have what's going on here affect your music, and it's obvious that you need a little break," Georgia offered, smiling when the corners of Jude's mouth briefly quirked up into a grin.

"Maybe I should blow up at people more often, if I get vacations," Jude replied wryly. Georgia laughed lightly, standing and brushing herself off.

"Nice try, but I don't think so. Don't forget about Under the Mic; We've got to get you ready, so you should probably head over to wardrobe." She turned to leave, her hand reaching for the doorhandle before Jude spoke up again.

"Georgia? Thank you," she whispered. Her grin faded, and suddenly Georgia could see the exhaustion saturating her features.

"No problem, Jude. No problem at all."