[Sabo smirks a little. He has no doubt that this guy will find the freedom under the label to do whatever he wants. In face he kind of hopes for it. As for himself-- there's something missing. He knows that and yet-- and yet it's not enough somehow. The music is good, it's all he knows, but there is a piece of him that longs to do something different. That craves something that's connected to this place only he can't understand what it is]

You focus too much on the surface. [he pushes the sunglasses up and drinks his beer] This is just a look. I like it, but it doesn't mean anything. Otherwise I need to do what I need to do.

[fear had nothing to do with it. And sometimes it was easier to see in the dark]