(Gui's POV)
Thomas swung the door open as if he were peeking in to see a crime scene, suspicious yet curious of the situation.
I blinked twice to make sure I was seeing correctly and I'm pretty sure he did too. There were old records and vinyls hung up all over the the walls and not just ours. A few old awards or ours sat alongside them too. Our wooden desk was neat and tidy. The play-board sat untouched and tidy in front of a glass window where we would record guitar, drum set, keyboard and any classical instruments. Our many synthesizers and editing machines were put in a corner on the right next to the door that lead in to the recording room.
-So this is it?
I asked with a sigh. Thomas only entered with awe and acted as if he hadn't heard me. The studio was covered with all of our stuff. Old, yet valuable to us. Our Random Access Memories. Seeing and remembering all of this was how we made our last album. Secrets but treasures.
-I have an idea.
Said Thomas as he lit up.
-What?
I asked in confusion. I had been destructed by one of our old records hung up on the wall.
-We need to share all of this. Sure most of it has been leaked on the internet and stuff but our fans haven't really accessed the memories truly yet.
Said Thomas.
-What do you mean?
I asked in total confusion.
-Well, we made Random Access Memories to share our childhood memories with our fans right? Well maybe we could do it again by making a documentary?
Said Thomas looking anxious to hear my opinion. I put my helmet on our desk and sat on the stool behind it in thought.
-Thomas, how the hell will we pull that off?
I asked sincerely. Thomas looked at me, a bit offended.
-Gui, tons of it has been leaked anyway. We have all of this footage and interview material that we used for the album but not for something visual!
Besides, no one said we had to show our faces today anyway.
I thought about what Thomas was saying. I looked around the studio and sat for a good minute reflecting.
-If you feel like its the right thing...
I insisted to Thomas' plan and he jumped with joy. He put his helmet on the desk and helped me off the stool.
-Gui we need to get our manager. We need to have the documentary premiere on Canal+ then we can let anyone who wants to see it watch it. What should it be called?
Thomas asked as if he was way ahead of the planning. I was still unsure about the plan but I liked to come up with names.
-Daft Punk unraveled?
I asked if the name was suitable for the documentary.
-No... How about unmasked?
Asked Thomas.
-We can't do that! Anyone who's seen the leaked photos would be seeing the same stuff all over again. Since we are using old footage and material we can't do that. Its basically a rip-off!
I replied with worry, I really didn't think we'd find a good name. I began to think that our manager would have a better idea. And I hoped that he would make alterations to what Thomas wanted exactly.
-Unchained!
Thomas yelled as if he were yelling at an audience but the sound was only muffled by the soundproof walls.
-Brilliant! That sounds great!
The both of us were very excited but the only question was how we were going to get back home. I looked at my watch and it read 11:00pm. I opened my mouth with surprise.
-We should get going Thomas, it's getting late.
Thomas sighed and put on his helmet. I did the same and we headed out with the key and our new documentary ideas.
