STARTER FOR: @kcvey LOCATION: Ventura, Jack’s residence. SETTING: Evening.
Climbing up from the hole he’s fallen into was a new surprise in Jack Adler’s life. In truth, it had felt like he was freefalling down a deep, dark hole he had dug up himself. But, somehow, he was wrong. Instead, he’s been lying on a pile of dirt inside this hole, staring up at the sky and counting clouds. A little useless, yes, but perhaps it’s better than freefalling. Anything might have been better than that, really. At least now he’s aware that he’s still. Not in the desired position, not at all, but still was good. Preferred, even.
“I think we could do it,” Jack says, smiling wide. It feels nice to smile and have it be completely and utterly sincere. For a while, he forgot how raw, unblemished joy felt like. It was nice to have a friend in Karl, someone who understood the ins and out of the business they were in. While they both were on opposite ends of the spectrum, their music and target audience somewhere in the middle, they still got along. They bonded immensely over music and shared interest and now they think it’s time to work together. Make something. Make art. Now all they have to do is navigate that skeleton of an idea. “I don’t know how but I think we can do it.” His eyes widen, more ideas moving through his mind, “Think about it, we tease it and then drop the song out of nowhere. I think that’d be awesome.”