Re: tandy & holly; the music store
Holly knew she was gonna work the gym, and he knew they would be opening soon. I mean, the stuff was all there, insurance in place, and it was just a matter of actually opening the doors, you know? Opening weekend sales, that kinda thing, but he hadn't been pushing hard for it. He wanted the place above the gym to be ready first, which was crazy selfish. Too, for Holly, it was fiscally irresponsible to put off making money for even a week or two. But he knew the place would bring bank. Look, he'd done his research, right? He'd looked at neighboring counties, small towns like Repose, and people got tired of being indoors in winter. So, yeah, each town had a gym, and each gym did well. They had rec centers, sure, but the rec center had a few machines that were old and shitty, and the gym would trump that shit. So, right, he was already counting dollar signs in his head.
And, well, yeah, valuing places was a risk, but Noah had walked into Holly's life like the biggest fucking risk ever, and the music store? Seemed chill and safe by comparison. Anyway, he knew his stuff, and he made great money on online sales. In short: Monetarily? Shit was good.
"Okay, so what does 'all works right' mean?" he asked, but he kinda got it, right? Because the light show happened a few times, and then it didn't. "I wanna know why they're light knives. Does it cauterize when you cut something with it?" he asked, because practicalities, right? He'd been marinating in the idea of creating a YouTube channel, and it was either going to be true crime or weird shit, and glowing knives? Definitely weird shit. "I mean, why knives? Why, if you're going to be able to do something is it knives? Your head has to play into it, right? So are you afraid of the world or something? Why not light puppies?" he asked, leaning forward on the counter. He was still on the stool, but leaning forward, expression curious.