Yes, a full month. Everyday it seemed the guys were recording, playing, interviewing, practicing, doing anything they could to prepare to get into the studio and make a demo that would get them signed. They spent most of the practices just together, meaning none of us were allowed in the garage. I seemed to be the only who understood why, maybe because Logan explained it to me when we were both naked in my bed. His fingers caressing my skin, his lips fluttering against my shoulder. I would have gone along with anything during those moments, but he explained it like a musician.It’s just us... you know? The band. The three of us. We need to get that perfected. Jason already mentioned adding a fourth person a couple times. Someone to hire for backup and shit. I don’t want to record something that takes a team to do, you know? I want people to hear the real sound. I don’t want to go on tour with a list of employees... I want to go on tour with DownCrash. Us. Playing. Just us...I had nothing against it.
