J shrugs and returns the smile. "We get a lot of traffic from the labels. Location, I guess."

He has to fight to keep that smile from turning into a grimace as Greg's tune twists and warps, that awful bass rising from the depths and rattling it it loose. It's a wonder Greg's still in one piece right now.

Yeah, he's not going to put up with this. Not when he can fix it.

He taps his fingers against his leg, reaching for the traces of acoustic guitar and drawing them towards the surface. It's a place to start.

"Or maybe you need somethin' more than popcorn to eat."