Theodore Jackson

he is in his studio, practicing on his electric guitar. it is an absolute mess in his studio, but he doesn't seem to mind at all. he is completely absorbed in his practice and doesn't seem to notice its already 3PM. he finally stops practicing and moves some hair out of his face. he pits his guitar back on its stand and puts his pick back in a drawer. he stands uo and stretches, then looks around for you bumblebee! he calls out inna sweet, loving tone of voice can you come here for a moment!