Georgia sat behind her desk, leaning slightly to her side with the phone pressed up against her ear. With a giant smile on her face, Georgia stated, "That all sounds great, Peyton." A beeping noise went off and Georgia spun around in her chair. "Oh! And I just got your fax!" She took a moment to herself, looking over the piece of paper in her hands. "These flyers are amazing. You drew these?" Georgia nodded his lip, obviously impressed, even though she was only on the phone with the girl. "You have tons of hidden talents up your sleeve, don't you?"

Tommy stood in the doorway, listening to Georgia. It took him a second before he realized who she must've been talking to. He took a few more steps into the office and sat in the chair across from her desk. He moved his arms around, hoping to get Georgia's attention. Tommy questioned in a whisper, "Is that Peyton?"

Glancing up at Tommy, Georgia nodded to his question. She set the flyer down on her desk top, but kept her focus on Peyton. "I'll send out a few of these flyers too," she told her over the phone.

Signaling for her to look over once more, Tommy moved around eagerly in his seat. When he got an irritated eye from Georgia, he whispered, "May I?"

Rolling her eyes, Georgia returned her glance back down to her desk and her papers. She spoke into the phone, "Everything sounds great, Peyton." She waited for a bit to hear more from the girl before stating, "Feel free to call about anything else." And the smile remained on Georgia's voice. It was nice to know that there was still a dedication in teens and music. Not just the teenagers that wanted to be artists, but the people behind the scenes as well. "Tommy wants to talk to you," she finished, giving Tommy a strange look at she muttered the words.

Peyton was shocked to hear that someone else wanted to talk to her, let alone Tommy. "Oh…" This whole experience with her pulling off such a giant benefit with the help of huge names was surreal enough already. "Okay," she finally was able to state.

Tommy reached over Georgia's desk and grabbed for the phone. He raised his eyebrow to Georgia, hoping that she would be kind enough to leave them alone for a minute. And her being understanding enough, Georgia took the flyer in the hands and stepped out of her office.

Clearing is throat while he waited for the door to close behind Georgia, Tommy finally spoke into the phone, "Peyton?"

A little nervous, Peyton responded with a hesitant, "Hey." She knew her chemistry with Tommy was different. It wasn't like how things were with Jake, or with Nathan. And they sure as hell weren't as complicated as her relationship with Lucas. That realization giving her a sigh of relief, she asked in a friendly manner, "What's up?"

"I, uh…" Tommy turned around and leaned back, taking a seat on the edge of Georgia's desk. He looked downwards at a loss for words and rubbed his forehead. He didn't know what excuse to make, but he didn't want her to see his flaws. He didn't want Peyton to know that he was running scared. "I've been pretty busy lately and I don't think I'm going to be able to perform at the concert."

With a cock of her head, Peyton pressed her cell phone closer to her ear. She wanted to make sure she wasn't really hearing wrong, and said, "No. Really?" Peyton shook her head to herself, even though she knew he couldn't see it. She really wanted this benefit concert to go well, but she also wanted something else. "I mean, I was looking forward to hearing you and you coming down to Tree Hill."

Hearing a little more than professionalism in her voice, Tommy furrowed his brow. He wasn't sure what was happening between himself and this girl, but it wasn't as confusing as getting into a Harrison love triangle. They obviously had a connection, but there weren't any strings or loose ends. "I'm still coming," he stated with ease. But as he spoke the words, his fears popped out of the corner once more. "I just don't think I'll have anything ready. You wouldn't really want me to perform anyways."

"I totally do!" Peyton blurted out eagerly. She didn't understand why he was fighting his performance so much, especially when he was one of the first to offer his assistance in the whole event. "I even planned for you to have the big finish."

Tommy threw his head back and rolled his eyes. "Yeah right," he replied sarcastically.

Tucking her hair behind her ear, Peyton confirmed, "I'm serious." She didn't know what she could say or do to prove it to him as she took a minute to think. She wanted Tom Quincy to perform at Tric, and she had to prove that to him. She needed him to understand why it was so important. Just then, she realized that she had sent Georgia a load on information on the concert just minutes earlier. "I faxed Georgia the lineup if it's still there. Look for your name."

Shuffling through the papers on Georgia's desk, he was finally able to reach a scheduled chart of all the performers. He searched until he reached the bottom of the last page, and there was his name. For a moment, Tommy was completely stunned, and all he could say was, "Wow…" He set the paper back down on the desk, but his name written into that slot was lodged into his mind. Tommy scratched his forehead and at last managed to question, "Why?"

Peyton let out a chuckle, somewhat surprised he really did ask that. "Dude!" she exclaimed with a smile on her face. "You're probably the best producer around, and we al know you can sing. Having Tom Quincy perform at Tric is huge."

Groaning slightly, Tommy shook his head with disbelief. "I really doubt people would care to see Lil' Tommy Q up on stage again," he retorted.

"No way!" Peyton quickly threw back with much intensity.

At that point, Tommy was confused to say the least. They had thrown so many words at each other, he had partially forgotten what had been said aloud, and what he's only been thinking. "What?" he inquired.

She shrugged, feeling a little stupid for making those types of movements for a phone conversation. Peyton remarked calmly, "I totally forgot about that. The whole Boyz Attack thing."

Tommy made another skeptical expression and blurted, "How could you?"

Letting out another chuckle, Peyton responded coolly, "I guess because I never thought of you that way." She sat back in her chair, looking straight into her webcam for a second. She had recently pulled it back out, but only to feel that no one, especially now, was watching her anymore. "I mean, I know you were apart of the whole boyband fad and stuff, but I never knew you by that."

Relieved to hear her say that, part of Tommy also wouldn't believe her. For all he knew, she could just really want him to be at her benefit concert for reasons she wasn't saying. Trying to get more facts out of her, he asked, "So how do you know me?"

Still looking into her webcam, Peyton's eyes and expression dropped. "I don't really," she responded casually. She shrugged once more and added, "But I do know you care about music."

"I do," Tommy confirmed simplistically. It took him a minute to say anything else, mentally preparing himself to vulnerability. "And that's why I don't want to screw it up. I want to do right," he admitted.

A grin on her face, Peyton stated, "Then rock out Tric."

Tommy groaned once more. He had put himself out there, but it seemed like she didn't get why it was so difficult. "I don't—"

"Sing your heart out to Prince covers for all I care," Peyton interjected. She waited for a moment and heard Tommy laugh through the phone. She tried her best to stay serious as she finished, "Just show them what you've got." Her mind slipped away for a second as she glanced at her webcam again, thinking about the confusing relationship she has with the guy that used to watch her. "Make them know that you're name is Tom Quincy and not that other guy."

"Lil' Tommy Q?" Tommy questioned with a raised eyebrow, wondering if she really didn't know him by that.

Peyton smiled, bringing her back into the conversation. Honestly, she had someone else completely on her mind, but her words served the purpose. "Whatever," she replied, hinting that it didn't really matter anyways.

Tommy nodded his head slowly, and finally confessed, "You're right."

"I am?" Peyton questioned with a touch of surprise. It was weird to hear someone state that so freely, since that hardly ever happened in Tree Hill. "So I can keep you on the lineup?" she asked hopefully.

Tossing his head back and breathing deeply, Tommy thought about her proposal. It still made him nervous to think about performing in front of a crowd after so many years, but there was that part of him screaming to let him out of the studio. "Yeah," he finally answered. He took another deep breath before saying, "I'll be seeing you, Peyton."

"Two weeks, Quincy," Peyton playfully responded before ended the call. She was happy that she could convince him into coming, but she wasn't really sure what direction anything else was heading. All she could do was stare at the computer, wondering.

Lucas Scott stared at the monitor screen. He had been watching Peyton on the phone nearly the entire time, and all he wanted to know was who was on the other end of the phone line. He wanted to know who had Peyton smiling like that. It was only a few hours earlier that they had regained their friendship, but there were some feelings he'd never let die down. He felt like he had missed so much in the past few weeks, and he didn't want that to go any further.