For just a few moments, there's nothing but acoustic guitar, quiet and simple and pure. For a few moments, it's a relief.

When the static resurges in Greg's tune, it's not nearly as bad as it was. The bass is still loud as ever, but that's still off limits to J, much as he might try to tamp it down.

And there's a line of certainty, deep down, that gives J the chills. Somehow - he doesn't know how - Greg knows he did this. It's a dangerous bit of information for anybody to know, let alone someone so thoroughly under the thumb of the labels-

So he keeps playing clueless, still concerned as Greg gets to his feet. "If you're sure."