Lucas had an idea – he just needed to figure out how to implement it. He knew Jett loved music, and could play more than just the guitar – he just didn’t have room for a drum set or anything else really, so just a guitar sat in his room, to be used whenever the mood struck Jett.
The idea came to Lucas one night after hearing Jett play. He’d overheard a comment someone made, wishing that Jett had some published material they could buy. He’d mulled it over, and decided to approach Brandon with the idea of making a recording studio for Jett. What Jett didn’t know, he felt confident the other man could learn to do in short order.
Before he could forget the idea, he wrote it down, and formulated a letter for Brandon, to be left with Emilio.
Dear Brandon,
I’m sorry to be writing this, but I wanted to get it down before I’d forgotten most of the particulars, not being gifted with a memory like Jett’s after all.
I had an idea of a gift for Jett, if you’re willing to help me accomplish it – I thought it could be a joint venture between us for him. I was at the club when he performed last, and some of the patrons were lamenting how there wasn’t any recorded material they could purchase. I don’t know if you know, but he can play more than just the guitar – there just isn’t much room for it all at the house.
I was thinking we could find space somewhere for him and turn it into a recording studio – what he doesn’t know about running one, I’m sure he could learn. That way he could ensure his music gets played the way he wants it to be, and he can put out music for people to purchase, whether via CD’s or MP3’s via iTunes or something.
What do you think? Are you willing to help me in this, or should I do this on my own? Either way, love ya man.
Lucas
Not quite satisfied with the letter, Lucas doodled in the lower right hand corner, creating a manga style drawing of Jett sitting on a stool, playing his guitar while in front of a mic in a studio. It was detailed for a quick little thing, and he was happy with it. Now, he sealed the letter in an envelope, wrote Brandon’s name on it with a flourish, and left to take it over there, so that Emilio could ensure he got it at some point.