"I write my own stuff, yeah. I've got a half dozen or so that are maybe... 75 percent done?" Jack shrugged. "They're missing bits. Stuff I need other folks to help fill in, like oh, rhythm."
He leaned back against the table again, thumbs hooked in his pockets, lazily graceful. "Thought about asking Alfie, but he doesn't seem like it'd be much more than a laugh to him or something. Just doesn't seem serious enough."
Her suggestion brought out a grin. "Seriously? Yeah, I'd love that. I'll have to play some of it for you, sometime. See if it gives you any ideas. It's a goal, y'know... produce that first album as my project. Which oh, gives me a year and a half to wrestle a band into shape, finish the songs I have and write another six or so, and get it all recorded and mixed."