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Julian
Hollin and Alejandra sat in front of me for a meeting I’d called, wearing equal looks of amusement I’d waited a couple days to do it—to inform them about the distribution problem. I’d wanted to deal with all of my personal issues first.
Breakfast with Weston had gone really great. I’d been shocked that as soon as we’d gotten him out of the winery and into a normal setting, he’d shucked off that fear and unease. He’d been a completely different, totally awesome person. He played keyboard in a few different bands, subbing in when it was necessary, and worked at a small indie record label in Seattle in his downtime. He also did IT work when he needed the money. It was what his degree was in, but his passion was in music. He reminded me so much of Campbell when he talked about it.
