Jude walked up to the receptionist's desk where her sister was sitting, reading a textbook. "Sadie."

Sadie never looked up. Jude tried again. "Say deeeeeeee…"

Sadie's head sprung up at once; her eyes carrying bags as if she was going away for a 2 week ski vacation in Aspen. "Oh yeah, Jude? Need something?"

"Yeah, did the guys already leave?"

Still groggy, Sadie asked, "What guys?"

"SME!" Jude said, impatiently.

"Oh yeah a couple minutes ago, I think? Or was it hours?"

Hours? Jude thought. "What is your damage?"

"I need sleep, is all."

Jude looked at Sadie, not really believing her.

"Hey Jude," Sadie started, then seeing Jude's expression to hearing The Beatles reference for the umpteenth time, "Sorry about that. How are things with you?"

"Meaning?"

"He Who Sh-"

People, honestly, just say his name, Jude thought. "Tommy?'

Somewhat astonished she was able to say his name, Sadie confirmed Jude's thoughts. "Um, yeah."

Jude shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know."

"You've been walking around on egg shells, then haven't you?"

"I refuse to walk on egg shells for Lil' Tommy Q."

Tommy coming around the corner heard the girls talking. "Then don't, Jude."

Seeing Tommy, Jude needed to leave. "I gotta go, Sadie. Thanks!"

"JUDE!"

Stop being so stubborn and stop, damnit! Tommy thought.

"JUDE!"

Finally Tommy caught up with Jude, just as she opened the door to leave G-Major. He grabbed her arm and held on for dear life. "JUDE! Will you listen to me?"

Jude was able to wrestle out of Tommy's grasp. She turned to face him, and then placed her hands on her hips. "I did already and then what happened? I spilt coffee all over my boots. I can do without getting wet for awhile, thanks."

"Oh really?" Tommy moved his eyebrows up and down, insinuating something other than the wetness from spilt coffee.

"Look pervert, I need to get to rehearsal," Jude said, turning away from Tommy.

"About that. I need to know at what point Shay came in to 'Waste My Time.'"

Jude stopped. Waste My Time? Who cares? Oh, Karma does. I forgot, she thought.

"Why does it matter?" Jude said turning to face Tommy once again, "You were the producer. Figure it out."

"Yeah, I know. I just thought you'd help me out so I didn't have to listen to it again. I need to get Karma's version ready for Friday."

"Fri- He didn't!" Jude hoped she had heard wrong. Friday was mine, she thought.

Trying to feign any knowledge about Friday, Tommy asked, "Who didn't?"

Jude saw right through Tommy's fake front. "YOU!"

"Me?" She didn't know, did she? He thought.

"Yes, you!"

"Not me, I assure you."

If it wasn't him, then-"D!!!!!"

To settle Jude's mad antics, Tommy confessed, "Well, maybe I had some-I'm kidding. JUDE!"

Confessing or not, Tommy had let the cat out of the bag and there was no turning back. Jude knew about Friday now. 'Would she perform, knowing she'd have to share the stage?' Tommy wondered. 'Things will be okay, Jude will get over it. She won't give this opportunity up, she lives to perform,' he thought. 'I know my girl.'

But the voices inside Tommy Q's head wouldn't let him off the hook that easily. 'How well do you know your girl, T? How well?'