“My bedroom is downstairs. Here I have my gym, a game room, a studio, and a room to practice lines and stuff.”
“With Brent?”
Trey nods. “Among others.” He gives a big grin then, opening a door to their left. “Hey, I must show you this. This is my studio.”
Jesse’s jaw goes slack. The studio is huge and looks as professional as can be. There’s a mixing table surrounded by wide-screen computers and at the end of the room there is another small room that looks soundproofed. He can see a set of musical instruments inside it.
“You play here?”
“I wish!” Trey laughs. “Nah, I don’t play, not very well anyway. My friends do, usually Brent, sometimes others.”
Jesse looks around him with not a little envy. Everything looks so shiny and expensive. The musical instruments; the guitar especially makes him think of his old friend, Charlie. Charlie would feel at home here. He sighs.
“You play?” Trey asks, startling Jesse.