Six hours later, I'd formulated what I thought was a decent plan and had liaised with key people I'd contacted through social media. Skype chat had enabled me to talk face to face, without Flynn being aware. I'd organized a meeting at my parent's place with the guys who had produced Flynn's first project with Major ScAlz.
Forty-eight hours after this, I found myself on a charter flight back to Iowa for the day after telling Flynn I was feeling homesick. Truth was I was in the process of hiring the two men I'd spoken to, and with their expertise, I'd gone to meet them personally to ask for their help and commissioned an architect to build a state of the art studio on my parent's property.
When my parents offered some land, it was the ideal place where we could escape the eyes of the press. Practically it worked well because I knew I'd be able to spend time in my photography studio when Flynn was working with the band in the recording studio.