“I’m just chock full of good advice whenever you need it,” Don quipped, grinning over at Jack. There were probably people he knew that would completely disagree with that assessment, but they weren’t here and therefore didn’t matter. Ha! Take that people who didn’t think he was full of good advice. Though he did have to admit that things were easier when people didn’t realise he could give good advice because this way they weren’t coming to him all the time for it.
“They probably just aren’t that interested because it isn’t a guarantee that you’ll do well.” He figured that most Slytherins went into something they knew would pay out well for them. They got jobs at the Ministry or owned businesses. Some simply managed their estates and finances and a few went with the dreams of Quidditch just because they knew they could. Music would be too big a gamble, too much an uncertainty.
He thought about what Jack said and shrugged, giving a small nod with it. “More than likely you’re right. I think that there are probably the few oddballs here and there that are determined they are going to get famous no matter what, but most of the people in the business know it isn’t certain.” And if they truly didn’t then they learned it quite quickly. It was a harsh lesson to be sure.
Laughter bubbled up at Jack’s enthusiasm. “Thanks. Though I do have to say that I don’t do a lot of writing of the songs. Granted there are pieces we all collaborate on and there are occasions where I might come up with a song, but there are a few in the band who typically come up with everything we play.” Which was ok with Don. He was content to just play forever.
Evidently Don was taking up way too much of Jack’s time because his little thief was stomping toward them with a very determined look on his face. He threw a glare and frown (which looked like a pout to Don) up at Don before turning his blue eyes to Jack. “Come p’ay! Ta’k is borin’! Build a sand castle wit’ us.” He was determined to pull Jack into their world.