Indeed, when he talked about music Brodie seemed to change somehow, become more energetic and happy for a little while. It also happened when he was about to play, whether in concert or just practice. Like he always said, it was his whole life in a way. He needed it like he needed oxygen, except music made him instantly happier.
"Don't mind at all." Brodie insisted, smiling again. As for way and will...Brodie looked away, in thought. "Well," He began, "I might have a way, but we probably will have to sneak around a little." Or maybe he had status he wasn't aware of and could get the replacement instruments he hoped someone had without a problem. Then again, he hadn't been sneaking around to do anything in ages. Now that sounded a little dirty, didn't it?