“I’ll tell you what: you record that first episode this summer, and I’ll take a listen whenever you’re done. Give you notes.” Dean’s eyes widened. “Seriously?” “Yup. But you gotta jump.” He grinned, looking more like an excited little boy than an emo teen. “That’s sick. Thanks, Ridley.” And then he took off at a jog in the opposite direction. I couldn’t help but laugh. Sometimes a little purpose was all we needed.
