A.N. and now we finally get to the actual story!

Tom Quincy leaned back in his chair, flipping through more boring charts and graphs that Liam Fenway had given him. He glanced at the clock, seeing that it was almost 1. Claire would be here soon.

He abandoned his work and headed out of the office to go look for his friend Kwest. Kwest was an engineer at G Major who had been trying to break into producing for awhile. Tommy found his friend in one of the many studios. He knocked and opened the door. Kwest turned around and pointed towards his watch.

"Hey, aren't you leaving in like five minutes?" Tom shrugged, leaning against the door post.

"Claire's isn't here yet. What are you up to?"

"Just mixing some beats. I was hiding from Liam. He's collecting monthly budgets today." Tom grinned and tsked his friend.

"Hiding from paperwork?" Kwest nodded. "Yeah, me too." Kwest set the pair of headphones he had been wearing down.

"You busy tonight?" Tom shook his head. "Well, I was thinking that maybe you and the soon – to – be Mrs. Quincy would like to come out with me and my girl for dinner." Tom grinned widely.

"Wow, I have yet to meet this allusive girlfriend of yours." Kwest smiled.

"Yeah, I know."

"So what does she look like?" Kwest shrugged, looking down at the soundboard.

"Blonde, gorgeous. She's a walking Barbie but she's smart." Tom nodded, eyeing Claire at the reception desk.

"Well, I can't wait. I'll tell Claire at lunch. See you later man." Kwest waved as Tommy ran out of the studio. He walked over to Claire and kissed her on the cheek.

"Hey, you're late." Claire smiled politely and shrugged.

"I was finishing up some work. Are you ready to go?" Tom nodded.

"Let me grab my jacket."

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Jude rubbed her forehead, getting a headache. Being a music teacher wasn't always easy. She glanced at the clock, seeing that the bell was due to ring at any moment. Before the students all went running to the cafeteria, Jude called one of her students up.

"Naomi? Can you come to my desk please?" A young girl of 15 walked towards her, her brown eyes wide in fear. Naomi was a sweet girl, bright too. Jude saw so much potential in her, if she could only get rid of her stage fright.

"Yes Ms. Harrison?" Jude pointed to the seat next to her.

"I just wanted to ask you how things were going." Naomi nodded slowly, less scared but still nervous.

"Things are fine. Is something wrong?" Jude smiled. She was quick. Jude pointed towards the quiz she had been grading.

"Naomi, you are by far one of my best students. You have great talent." Naomi nodded, waiting for the catch. Jude handed her the quiz.

"Is there a reason that you seem to be failing every quiz and test lately? I know that you know this theory stuff inside and outside, but since the semester began its almost as if you've stopped trying." Naomi shrugged her shoulders, looking away.

"Does it matter? I don't need this class to graduate." Jude frowned.

"I see a lot of myself in you. You have fantastic potential." Jude grabbed a brochure off her desk. She handed it to Naomi.

"It's a music school, here in New York. It only takes the most talented teens. You could easily be accepted for enrollment next year." Naomi stared at the brochure in her hands, eyeing it. Jude could see the gleam in her eyes.

Naomi finally shook her head, handing the brochure back.

"I'm sorry you have the wrong girl. I don't want to do music. I'm going to NYU and becoming a surgeon." Jude stared at her. She could sense that it wasn't what Naomi really wanted to do, but now was not the time to push it.

"Okay then. But in the meantime you will do better in my class. You still need to pass in order to graduate. NYU doesn't accept anyone with failing classes." Naomi nodded and got up, grabbing her books. She headed towards the door when Jude stopped her.

"And Naomi?" She turned towards Jude.

"If you ever need someone to talk to, I'm here." Naomi nodded and left the room. Jude looked at the brochure. Something was going on with Naomi and she was going to find out what.

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Tommy glanced around the nice café he and Claire were eating at. He caught her eye and smiled warmly, taking her hand in his. Claire looked up at him, surprised.

"I just wanted to tell you how much I missed you last week when you were in Vancouver. Lunch was not the same." He laughed. Claire smiled softly. She pulled her hand back, fixing a stray hair.

"I wonder where the waiter is with our food." Tommy shrugged.

"What's the hurry in getting back to work?" He grinned. Claire smiled.

"Some of us actually like our jobs." The waiter came by to refill their drinks and inform them their food would be ready shortly.

"So I think that it's time we decided on a date." Tommy said. Claire set her glass down, surprised.

"For what?" Tommy laughed, sipping his wine.

"For our wedding!" Claire nervously played with the napkin in her lap.

"We really need to talk." He nodded, cueing her to continue.

"Tom, you know how much I love you, right?" He nodded, not sure where this was headed.

"What's going on, Claire?" The waiter came by and gave them their food. Claire busied herself with that, avoiding his question. Tom forgot about eating, he just stared at Claire.

"Claire." She looked up. Blue eyes met blue eyes. She set her napkin down.

"I'm not sure that I want to get married." Tom blinked. What?

"Why not?" Claire glanced around the café.

"I sort of met someone." Tommy's heart fell to the floor. He stared at Claire with pain filled eyes.

"Who?" Was all Tommy could squeak out.