After a year had passed, the landlord raised the rent. We were just barely meeting our overhead with the business that I was doing. On a couple of occasions, my mom and Louise had to dig into their pockets to cover expenses. We clearly needed to bring more money in. But what could we do?
A couple of my friends were in a band and they were always at the shop, getting their hair done and hanging out. One night one of them asked me if we had a basement. I said that we did and we locked the shop, went out the back door, and down into the basement to explore. The salon was located in a strip mall, which meant there was one external set of steps behind the row of stores which accessed the basement. These steps led to a common area, then each storefront had a private, locked area that lined up under their space. We unlocked the door to our private room and flicked on the light. To our surprise, the room was empty, fairly clean and had electrical outlets along the walls. At that moment, an idea was born.