LES Coleman Skatepark, New York, Monday Afternoon

They'd finished recording a few days ago. Most of the band had been sick of being stuck inside, of juggling work time with recording time, and gone off to do their own thing. Not Jack, though. Jack had stayed behind to sit through the mixing.

He made it out to the skate park in the afternoon with his phone practically burning a hole in his pocket, but he forced himself to keep it slow and casual. No rush. And the likelihood of either Trent or Dane checking their phones was minimal.

( We don't like narc 'rents around here. )

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