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The Green Room is a cafe tucked into the center of the Spring Gardens neighborhood, done up in warm woods and a paint job to match the name. Tables are set up both inside and out, with the interior also hosting a wooden stage where a young woman on guitar was singing and a counter near the front with a view into the kitchen beyond it.
The master of the house was waiting near the front, dressed casually but neatly in black jeans and a grey t-shirt from a music venue in Austin. Dark eyes scanned the room now and again to make sure things were going smoothly before turning back towards the entrance to watch for the Elemental's arrival.
She texted with an ETA before setting out for the cafe, which was decent of her. It's a fairly hot day, though not terribly humid for once. Sunny and clear skies with only a few wispy clouds to add some color. Perfect for Polly, frankly. She's dressed for the heat in a button front jumper that meets her aesthetic requirements of being both adorable and full of color. She's got a flashy holographic belt with metal studs worn purely for show, and her ombre dyed pink hair is worn up with a hair clip to keep it off her neck. Too hot for all that. She's rosy cheeked from her walk, and a little pink on the shoulders from the sun when she slips inside, but otherwise none the worse for the walk. It's not far, really, from her place. Convenient.
She lifts her tinted glasses upon arrival, perching them atop her head, and immediately adopting a strut to match the meter of the woman on the stage. Snapping on the backbeat, even. She heads for Jay, despite her interest in the music.
Jeremiah smiled warmly as Polly came into view, giving a quick salute while she approached. "Welcome to the Green Room. Find the place alright, I hope?"
She produces her cell phone where the GPS is stating she has arrived. "Yeah! But I had some help, admittedly." She adjusts her backpack's strap to rest more easily on her shoulder and bounces once on her feet upon coming to a stop before him. She furrows her brows up thoughtfully and remarks, "I was told there would be coffee." This is followed by a quick wink. "I like what you've done in here, though. Good use of color."
"There will be indeed." He made an 'after you' motion towards the front counter, sliding in behind her as he continued. "Thanks. Been here for going on five years in October and after the usual starting hiccups it's been going pretty smoothly."
"It's hard to make coffee shops work in this town without a gimmick and a community built around it. Starbucks ruined everything in that regard." Polly leads the way, chatting over her shoulder as she goes. She settles in at the counter once they've reached it, turning to face him again. "Bringing in musicians-- and their supporters --is a good hook in that regard. I'm glad you're making it work. We need more places like this around."
"No kidding..." Jeremiah chuckled, claiming a spot beside Polly on the counter as she got settled in. "Local artists, too." He motioned briefly to the artwork on the walls, a mix of paper and ink and actual paintings dotted here and there. "That we do. I flirted with going with an actual bar at first, but I wanted to be more inclusive than that for folks who don't or can't drink."
She slips her backpack off her shoulders and sets it down beside her stool as she settles in. She fans the back of her neck for a moment or two, grinning at herself as she puffs out a breath, "It's warm out there. Loving the sun, though. Hopefully it sticks around. Getting sick of the rain." She rests an elbow onto the counter as she leans into the conversation, "I think you made the right choice. Get the 18+ crowd, too. I know when I was starting out I hated having to lie about my age to play clubs and stuff. Plus, yeah. There's a lot of chemical abuse in our line of work, unfortunately. It's sweet you put that much thought into it."
"Yeah, that was always a pain." He nodded with a smirk, catching the eye of one of the servers behind the counter and giving them a 'when you get a minute' look. "Unfortunately. I was in the 'party hard and screw the consequences' category while I was in LA, and I know how nice it is to have somewhere that pressure to indulge isn't right on your shoulders."
"I was lucky enough never to fall down that hole, myself. I swear some of the labels get their talent hooked to keep them loyal. I went to a few parties that were pretty drug addled, but I figured if I couldn't grow it myself, I wasn't going to put it in my body." Polly's shoulders shrug just a touch at that admission, "Not that I'm judging those who did. A lot of us started young. And dumb. I was both. Just lucky, too, I suppose." For certain values of lucky, anyway, considering. "So is that why you got out, then?"
"Never got into the hard stuff myself, thankfully, but the alcohol was enough. Pretty sure I'm still on the PNG list for a few bars out there." He paused briefly at the question before he rocked his hand in a 'so-so' sort of motion. "Got into a bad car wreck on the way to a friend's place outside of the city and was made to face the mirror, as it were. Was able to pull myself out of that nose dive and got onto a better path."
She winces at that explanation, then offers him a sympathetic smile. "Well. Some of our wake-up calls wind up to be our curtain calls, so you dodged a bullet there, hon." Her smile goes lopsided at that suggestion. She then leans back a bit and turns about to examine the cafe again, bobbing her head thoughtfully. "I'm not sure I could ever give it up. Maybe one day. Something about the lights and the crowd keeps me coming back. Even after coming down from a tour, I'm rip-raring to go after about a month." She doesn't elaborate. She seems to assume he gets it.
"Mmhmm...I am thankful for that, and it opened my eyes in ways I really needed. So, can't complain to much." He replied with a small smirk, nodding as she continued. "I still get up there now and again, and I'm still writing my own stuff. As much as I get out of performing, though, I get just as much out of helping others feel it, too."
The door opens and Nevermore enters - plump, be-coated, and wearing a T-shirt that says "I think of you when I watch my favorite movies" with a crossed kitchen knife and machete behind the words. They glance around the place, notice Jeremiah, and wave a friendly greeting to him and the woman at the table.
"Ah-ha! There it is, then." Polly bobs her head in understanding. "I've never done back of house stuff except for my own acts. I wonder if that would hold true for me? Maybe I'll find out one of these days." She tilts her head thoughtfully and glances out the window towards all the sunlight pouring in through the glass. It holds her attention for a while as she continues chatting, "I'd love to hear some of your work sometime. If that wouldn't be too much to ask. I can return the favor, if you like." With her focus on the front of the house, she spots Nevermore and the wave. And being possessed of an overabundance of confidence, she goes ahead and waves back her own self while asiding to Jay, "You have friends? You should have told me."
"Never hurts to try, and that can definitely be arranged." He nodded, the smile on his face widening as he spotted Nevy and returned the wave. "I do have a few, yes..." he replied with a chuckle.
Nevy blinks at Polly's wave, trying to remember if they've met her, but head over regardles. "How goes, Jay!" They tilt their head. "And hey, uh... I... don't think I've met you yet. Nevermore Usher, at your service." They pause for an elaborate bow.
In the face of the bow, Polly hops back to her feet, mimes pinching the sides of a skirt she is not wearing-- it's a rainbow themed jumper with a mind bending holographic studded belt --and drops into a textbook curtsey in response. "Polly C Romantic. She/her. Charmed, I'm sure." She doesn't offer a hand, though. Nevy already bowed, after all. "I'm sure I'd remember you if we had, Nevermore. I just figured I didn't want to leave you hanging, all unwaved at." She hops back up onto her stool and leans back onto the counter again to offer her order to the server who has finally freed up.
"Goes pretty well, all told. Had a magnificent impromptu performance in the park with Polly and Annie yesterday which I thoroughly enjoyed." He mouthed 'the usual' to the server before motioning to one of the nearby ink drawings. "Nevy did a number of pieces on display at the moment."
Nevy grins. "Tell me C stands for 'Chromatic.' Please. That would just... Make my day." They grin with proud bashfulness. "Yeah, well... an Artiste is as an Artiste does."
"Consider your day made, young lady," Polly chirps proudly as she crosses her legs and folds her hands on her knee. (It has a Rainbow Bright band-aid on it. Very fashionable.) "It's my legal name now, not just my stage name. I was never particularly attached to my name, and when a friend of mine transitioned and changed his name I was like-- wait. You can just do that?" She spreads her hands wide, "Turns out, you can! I think more people should pick their names, honestly." She then glances aside at Jay and bobs her head agreeably, "Very cool." Polly then turns her focus onto the drawings, trying to spot some that she likes.
"Inclined to agree." Jeremiah nodded, a knowing smile on his lips. "Names have great importance, and show what you want the world to see about you."
Nevy chuckles and nods. "Not a lady - not today, anyway - but other than that, you're spot on. Becoming Nevermore was one of the best decisions I ever made."
"Good for you!" Polly enthuses with a firm nod of the head. "Make yourself the way you want to be, that's what I say. What are you today, if I might?" The curiosity does not seem idle; she's genuinely curious. "That was my thought, too, Jay. Pick a name that tells your story. Or that makes people wonder about it, anyway."
"Exactly. And there's nothing wrong with setting that one aside if something new fits you better, either."
Nevy nods. "What am I?" They put on a spooky voice. "An omen of darkness and despair." They grin and drop the voice, instead gesturing to their She/They pin. "Gender's a sometimes food."
'Well, if it were any closer it would have bit me," Polly remarks of the pin, "got it!" She offers two thumbs up, filing this knowledge away for the future. "You're pretty nice for an omen of despair, though." Her eyes narrow playfully, "What's the catch." Fry style, that faux-squint. "And did you meet Jay through the cafe, then? What's your favorite piece in here?" She has many questions, this one.
"Similarly to how I met you, actually, if I'm remembering correctly." Jeremiah replied with a smirk, looking over to Nevy for confirmation. "Was playing in the park and I think it was you, Kay and Quinn, right?"
Nevy chuckles. "Oh, don't worry. It doesn't bite anyone." Their expression drops, becoming utterly serious. "Not since the incident." After a moment, they grin again "I never claimed to cause despair. I'm just an omen. And since there's omens for pretty much anything you want floating around most of the time, you can pretty much pick and choose whether you want to go with the despair thing."
Nevermore nods. "Something like that. You were That Guy In The Park With An Acoustic Guitar, but you've bucked all the trends by actually being a pretty darned pleasant fellow all around." They raise an eyebrow at Polly. "I'm hoping you weren't asking for my favorite of my own work, because no parent should choose the most beloved of their babies." They glance around dramatically and lean in. "But I think White Wings is darned adorable." They chuckle. "On a less egocentric front, I really love what Louise Pilchen did with Cavescape 2020." They gesture toward a subterranean landscape painting, stalagmites and stalactites illustrated by a couple golden shafts of sunlight, making the alien setting beautiful.
"Jay," Polly gasps, looking aside at him in shock and surprise, "you were that guy?" There's no greater sin than being that guy, of course. Poor Jay. She looks back to Nevermore and admits, "That's how we met, too. We both came to busk on the same bit of park land and decided to duet. Then Annie showed up. Then I hit on him super hard and he took the path of least resistance. Eventually." There's a story there that she's not telling, but surely her spin factors heavily into her tale. She then glances aside at the Pilchen with a thoughtful tilt of her head followed by a slow approving smile. "I love anything that plays with light and color like that. That's exquisite. You're right."
"I was not...you wound me." Jeremiah was taken aback by the 'accusation', a hand going to his chest in a 'well I never' sort of fashion before the look of faux shock faded into an amused grin. "Good to know you find me good company, though."
"Eventually." He added with a chuckle. "Then again, with as stunning a voice as yours is can you blame me for not wanting to spend more time with you?"
Nevy chuckles, then looks briefly concerned. "I'm not interrupting a date, am I? I can absolutely find something to occupy me if you guys want some privacy."
"You are presently enhancing our date. I don't feel like you're interrupting. I'm actually genuinely happy to meet one of Jay's friends. This is our first such meet-up, so we were always going to be keeping things light, anyway. Unless I've horribly misread Jay, which I don't imagine I have." She glances his way for confirmation that he was not in fact hoping to score this afternoon. She gives him a bit of a grin to let him off the hook in answering the question, though. "Jay's got quite the voice and is exquisitely talented on the guitar. I'm not one for idle praise, either. He gave me a run for my money and split the pot, honestly." She glances aside at Jay and notes, "Besides, if things went well on this one I was going to invite you by for dinner some night. And we can do our personal talking then. So. Keep being charming. You're doing great."
"Nope, right on the level." Jeremiah nodded with a smile. "Thank you, and I do my best. Glad you approve."
Nevy nods. "Great!" They pull up a chair. "So what kind of music do you do?"
"I'm lead singer and mostly play guitar for Flout?" On the off chance Nevermore is into the local music scene, Flout is a Philly act that has a style that's a bit of a meld between Synth Pop with a prog rock edge to it. They don't shy away from a thoroughly digital sound with really raw guitars and aggressive percussion. "Kinda synthy-proggy? My solo stuff tends to be on the softer sight, lighter. Bubblegummy. Flout's my passion project, though. In your face political messages. Lots of social commentary. Women screaming because the system doesn't want us to talk kinda stuff." Hopefully some of that made sense.
"Will definitely have to come out to see you guys perform at some point." Jeremiah sat back in his seat, making a mental note. "I listen to just about everything, honestly, if only because talent can be missed if you don't keep an open mind."
"I think I've heard people talking about you. Don't know if the genre is really my thing, but I absolutely can't argue about the message."
"Women screaming about stuff is definitely something I'm passionate about," Polly concurs with a nod of her head to Nevermore. Not at all put off that her niche band is niche. "Oh for sure," she agrees with Jay, "I've never met someone passionate about performing that only listened to their style. Usually it's the opposite. You get so sick of hashing and rehashing, arranging and re-arranging your own music that you avoid it and anything like it like the plague. Right now I've got a lot of 60's funk and psychedelic stuff on heavy rotation. 5th Dimension. The Zombies. Joplin. Jefferson Airplane. I love the harmonies and raw recording. Really, truly rich sounds."
"Exactly." He nodded in agreement. "Been leaning a little more on the jazz side of things lately thanks to working with the vocalist for a pretty solid trio here in town, but I like a little bit of everything. Keeps things interesting, in my opinion."
Nevy nods. "I tend to listen to a lot of gothfolk - which is an absolute surprise to everyone, I'm sure - but I've enjoyed everything from techno to opera."
"Make me a mixtape," Polly suggests to Nevermore, "I'll put one together for you, too. For you both, even. If you're game, Jay?" She glances his way again, deciding he's allowed to be included in his own date, too. "My Jazz chops are rather shallow, outside of its roots. I did check out the new Jon Batiste album, though! That guy can rip."
"Totally." He smirked, the playlist already starting to compile itself in his head. "Been meaning to prod you on a few other bands in that vein, Nevy, now that I think about it." He paused a moment at the mention of the other artist before the name clicked and he nodded. "He is pretty solid, yeah."
Nevy nods. "I can put something together, sure. That sounds like fun." They grin. "And no, it won't be 3 straight hours of "Spooky Scary Skeletons."
A beat. "That'll be the B-side."
"Throw on one Actual Cannibal Shia LeBouef about two thirds through. Trust me." Polly nods her head approvingly. "But I'd appreciate it. Music is one of my love languages. You can learn a lot about people from their music picks." She glances between the pair and notes, "I'm gonna get super 2003 about it and include liner notes and the whole thing, too. Gonna flex my Illustrator skills and my collection of gel pens."
"Right there with you. The way a song hits can vary so widely from person to person, and even in the same person over time. It's fascinating, really."
Nevermore laughs. "Okay," they say. "I like you." They grin. "And when I go all out for my mixtape album covers, I go all out."
"That's the best part," Polly agrees with Jay, "coming back to songs that were important to you before and finding new meanings in them. Though I'm not sure if that's possible with, like. The Backstreet Boys, for example. I'm pretty sure they're what was written on the tin. Which isn't ... all bad, honestly. They made young Polly sigh, they did." She then flashes a big smile back to Nevermore, "You do? Awh! I like you, too, Nevermore. Thank you!"
Nevy chuckles. "90s pop is catchy enough, but I always used to be confused why people got all screamy over the boy bands."
"They were cute?" Polly's question is as much asking herself as informing Nevermore. "They were popular. They were what you were supposed to like. I remember the first time someone slipped me Melissa Etheridge, though. And the Indigo Girls. Hellllooooo. Ani DiFranco, too. Eye opening in more ways than one, you know? Anyway. It wasn't Backstreet playing on the stereo of the Plymouth Voyager in which a certain lucky someone first walked the rainbow road, as it were."
Nevy chuckles. "I mean, all of the above are pretty enough, but none of them really grabbed my heart and buried it beneath the floorboards. I tend to go for people more once I've gotten to know them a bit, myself."
"I hope not, otherwise I'd have some questions about how you're still ambulatory," Polly chirps with a bright smile. "Mmm. That's fair. I crush on people all the time. Good people are so easy to fall in love with, just a little. I love... this." She gestures between the three of them. "The getting to know you parts. The awkward fumbling. The shallow breaths and dry throats. It's like the dance of a Matador where no one ever gets hurt. I fucking love it. But when it comes to relationships? Same. I'll love you for nothing. To love me, you have to work for it." She gives a wink at that, and grins a bit of a self-deprecating grin.
Nevy shrugs. "It's a demisexual thing. My brain just... tends not to connect 'pretty' with 'hot' until I've already started connecting with someone."
The eyebrows go up a bit. "Oh, word! Yeah, that would absolutely do it. Yeah, that totally makes sense." Her head tilts a bit, thoughtful. Whatever thought entered her head, she dismisses with a small shake in the negative, her smile returning. "So why goth? It's clearly not just an aesthetic thing for you."
Jeremiah had remained quiet as the pair talked, keeping whatever thoughts he had to himself for the moment. That last question earned a look towards Nevy, though, along with a small smile.
Nevy tilts their head, then smiles. "If you say what you were just about to say, I'll tell you." They stick out their tongue playfully. Blep.
"It was an inappropriate thought," Polly remarks, "which is why I didn't say it. I was wondering what being demi would be like, and if my life would have been improved for it. Which is just... not a thought you voice about someone else's identity. So forgive me voicing it." But she upheld her end of matters, for certain. Perhaps if only to satisfy Jay's curiosity.
Nevermore shrugs. "I mean... I did ask. And I've wondered what life would be like if I were allosexual, too, so. I won't be offended if you won't." They chuckle. "As for being goth, I love the idea of finding beauty and happiness in things most people don't find beautiful or happy - especially when I can try to share what I see in my art." They smirk. "Plus, like all goths, I've gained the ability to speak to the dead and perform unholy majicks, which can be useful."
Polly's query hadn't been quite what Jeremiah expected but he offered a nod at the answer given. He couldn't help but chuckle at the last comment from Nevy, however, watching them with a quiet smirk. "That was part of what drew me to their work, admittedly...the finding unexpected beauty bit, I mean. Showing a different perspective on the world than most people have in their day to day life."
"Point of view is the best part of art, if you ask me. Especially when you get a chance to meet the artist. Pick their brain. Compare your peculiar view with their peculiar view and see where it overlaps. Going back to what you were saying, Jay, about songs meaning different things to different people, or even to the same person at different times. I think that's ... all good art, really. You keep coming back to it, like a good book, or an old flame you just can't get out of your head." Polly's musing ends with a sip of her long forgotten coffee which is now fortunately cool enough to simply be drunk. So she keeps it, perching it on her knee. "I love finding beauty in unexpected places. My Instagram is... that in a nutshell. Just, obviously not with a Gothic twist to it."
Nevy grins and pulls out their phone. "Obviously, we must now trade instagram accounts."
"Agreed, on both counts." Jeremiah nodded to Polly, taking a sip of his own coffee - thankfully iced, so it being cool wasn't an issue. "They're interesting little landmarks for a certain time and place in your life, a bubble you can go back to now and again."
"Not particularly active on mine, but sure." He smirked, pulling his phone out and bringing up the app.
"That's where all the cool hip groovy people hang out, Jay! Aren't you cool hip and groovy?" Polly tsks at Jay with all the sincerity of a mime, then fishes in her jumper's pockets for her phone, pulling it out. "It's just Pollycromantic." But she offers the screen so that they can get the spelling correct. The scroll is mostly shots of the urban landscape through the lens of someone obsessed with light and color. Rainbows of light on cracked cement, the lights of China Town's entrance arch reflecting off the rear windshield of someone's Honda Civic. Things like that. An anonymous woman in a shockingly red dress walking in front of one of the Mural Arts murals with a rainbow exploding out of the head of a black youth, shot through with musical notes, snippets of poetry, a space shuttle, etc.
"Yeah, all the cool hip groovy people... and me, too." Nevy bleps. "I'm thats-what-the-raven-said, with dashes between," Nevy says. This is filled with work-in-progress snippets and carefully watermarked pictures. Plenty of that Good Goth Style!
Jeremiah took a moment to find Polly's profile and follow it, the notification revealing his own to be under the name seventyone-keys. His collection of photos was mostly focused on musical venues and the like, including pictures with performers at the Cafe and what one would imagine was the studio upstairs, along with a few other outside shots here and there.
"You're cool," Polly protests to Nevermore, "and you are definitely hip. Groovy you are not, granted. Cool, hip, or groovy, then. And two out of three is not bad on that mark, either." Polly is not here for people talking down on themselves, apparently. "I don't just flash my phone at anyone." So there, is the implication. She quickly adds back Jeremiah and Nevy when the notifications come in, and pauses to blast a plug of Nevy's instagram on her own. Then tags the Green Room, too, as where she's doing it from. Her subscriber count definitely makes that act what in the business they refer to as 'a solid'. Then she slides her phone back into her pocket and smiles serenely. "This has been great, honestly. I didn't know what I was expecting from this visit, but this has been awesome."
Nevermore reciprocates, making a joke about "A strangely resplendant multi-hued echo in the distance" on their post, then following up with a couple pictures of their art hanging at the Green Room (with plugs and making sure not to photograph anything that they didn't have approval for, of course). Their follower count isn't quite as in-depth as Polly's, but it's certainly respectable.
Jeremiah eyed his phone at the sudden flurry of notifications from both his and the cafe's accounts, looking to the pair with a smile. "Much appreciated. And agreed...this has been a lot of fun."
"So what do you say? Do I merit dinner at my place, then, Jay?" Polly asks the question innocently over the rim of her coffee mug before hiding her smile in her mug. Her eyes make it clear she might be laughing otherwise. "I'll even let you pick the cuisine and even one dish, if you like." Her gaze flits to Nevermore, perhaps encouraging her to be her wingthem on this one.
Nevy chuckles. "You two do seem to have fun," They say, shrugging.
"Most definitely." He replied with a smile of his own, giving a little nod. "Look forward to it, in fact."
"He endures my teasing with grace and aplomb, which is a wonderful quality in a datemate." Polly says generously before shooting Jay another wink to make sure he's fully aware that he's being teased and not critiqued. "Great, then. Give some thought to what you'd like to eat? And do you want to do lunch or dinner, do you think? My schedule is pretty wide open because we just got back off tour, so I'm officially in the chill out and relax part of that." Nevy's assist with the layup earns them a glance and a wink of their own.
Nevy chuckles. "And with that, I think I will let you two hammer out the details. This has been fun. Both of you are Officially Invited to my horror movie nights and the Gothic Tea Party I'm trying to put together if you're interested." They smirk. "Though as I told a vampiric friend of mine recently, if you start necking in the back row, please make sure you don't disturb the other guests."
"I do my best to be good company." He replied with a smirk, giving a little seated bow to go with it. "Will do, and dinner sounds perfect. Tend to be here in the afternoons more often than not."
"Sounds fun on both counts, and noted." He nodded to Nevy, holding an arm out for a hug. "Good seeing you as always."
"It was great meeting you, Nevermore. And that sounds like a blast. Maybe you can send me fashion tips on how to do rainbow goth, huh?" Polly flashes them a big bright smile, then a wave, "Take care. Get home safe. Message me when you're home, okay? To let me know? Or I'll worry." She sounds sincere, even.
And then her attention shifts back to Jay, "Do we still have time to see the studio, or should I come back another day for that bit? That wasn't only a shallow pretext for meeting you for coffee."
Nevy nods waves farewell, and makes their way out.
The Warlock gave Nevy a quick salute as they headed off before looking back to Polly and nodding. "Now is good, yeah. Shall we?"
"Please," Polly offers with a smile. She fishes out her bill fold from her backpack first and leaves a tip for the server even though the drink was on the house. She even carries her saucer and mug to the bussing station first. This girl definitely worked food service before music was a career. She heads back to grab her bag, stuff her billfold away, and shoulders it to follow after Jay, "Lead on, Macduff."
A note of approval formed as the tip was left, taking point as he led the way to the side stairway that went up to the studio above. The space was homey in a way, infused with the sort of care that any artisan put into their primary work space. The largest bit of real estate was taken up by a grand piano, accompanied by a collection of other string and brass instruments on one wall and a multitude of music books on another. Another door was on the far wall, closed for the moment.
"What do you think?" He asked with a small smile, glancing over the space before turning his attention back to the Elemental.
"Cozy," she remarks after a slow appraisal of the space, "I think any room with a grand in it is going to wind up that way, though. There's enough room in here for session recording, which is how I like to workshop. Where's the audio deck?" She's presuming behind the presently closed door, but also not moving to open someone else's closed door. The brass section gets an approving smile, "Love brass," she remarks aside to him. The urge to start playing is what's keeping her arms very firmly folded in front of herself, no doubt. "I think this might work, yeah."
"Through here." Jeremiah nodded towards the door in question as he headed to it, opening it to reveal the recording equipment within along with a second door that led further back into the building. "Same. Started on piano and then guitar, but you can never go wrong with a good horn section."
He then stepped back to let her get a proper look at the set up, smiling a touch. "Glad to hear it."
She clearly knows this side of the business, too. She's not just glancing over the mixers, she's checking their models and and glancing around for where all the cables are hidden, trying to decrypt the arcane logic behind its arrangement. She ends up bobbing her head in approval here, too. "This is great. This is perfect, honestly. For what I'm looking for, anyway. Get some Philly back into the work." She sends a smile back Jay's way, "I like it. Thank you for showing me."
"Very welcome. Look forward to seeing what you come up with."
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