Groovy Tunes, Tuesday

[furnaceface]

Tuesday. By now, it was fairly clear around Groovy Tunes that Tuesdays were Jonothon days. And Jonothon days, as a result, meant live music days.

Today's project saw him with his guitar and his amp, yes. It also saw him with a pencil and a piece of paper, writing down tabs as he idly poked at some songs of his own creation.

The hope was that, if he poked at them enough, they wouldn't sound absolutely awful. Of course, it was possible that Jono was being harder on himself than any prospective audience might be. Artists, after all, are generally notorious for being their own worst critics.

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[ihavenocodename.livejournal.com]

Well, it was a good thing he set up, because there was Jean. Hoping he'd play some Miley Cyrus.

...yeeeeah.

"Ready for your performance?"

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//Absolutely,// Jono replied, looking up from his sheet of paper.

It had more scribbles and eraser marks on it than he was willing to let anybody ever see, and so it was being shoved into a drawer rather swiftly, yes.

//Any preference as to what I start with, gel? I can start with somethin' softer'n my usual fare, if yer not in th'mood for louder, heavier music right away.//

[ihavenocodename.livejournal.com]

"How about we start soft and work up to the louder stuff?" Jean suggested, leaning against a CD rack.

[furnaceface]

Jono tilted his head for a moment, rooting through his mind for the bit of his musical repertoire that didn't generally involve Jonas Brothers fans clapping their hands over their ears and recoiling.

It was a surprisingly larger selection than one might think.

//Maybe a cover, then,// he replied, picking up his guitar and making certain that his amp was on and all the settings were right. //Stairway to Heaven is almost too light, really. Maybe Daughter?//

Yes, Pearl Jam. Because he was predictable. That didn't stop him, of course.

//Missin' a bit without percussion and vocals, mind.//

[ihavenocodename.livejournal.com]

Jean shot him an amused look. "I think I'll survive," She informed him. "And you can sing if you think it's missing."

Jean Grey. Enabler.

[furnaceface]

This was Jono, giving the enabler a weird look while he played his guitar.

//It hardly counts as singin', what I do, yer know.//

Not because he had a bad voice, really. More because he didn't actually have one at all.

[ihavenocodename.livejournal.com]

"It's still your voice isn't it?" Jean asked. "Even if it's telepathy."

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//As close as it gets, I suppose,// Jono agreed, dubiously. //It sounds like I remember soundin', at least. But it just isn't... tangible, th'same way.//

Guitar solo time.

//It feels like it's gone and taken two steps away from th'music yer can year with yer ears, to me.//

[ihavenocodename.livejournal.com]

"Then I guess we'll have to just settle for the guitar."

[furnaceface]

Jono gave a small bob of his head, continuing to play. It wasn't bad, at all. But it really did seem to be missing something, without proper accompaniment.

//Tell me, how's th'guitar, at least?//

Said the guy who made a living playing in pubs in London when he still had a winning smile. Come on, Jono.

[ihavenocodename.livejournal.com]

To the girl with the worst taste in music possibly ever. "I'm sure it'll be wonderful."

[furnaceface]

Sigh.

Or, rather, as close as Jono could get to a sigh. It looked something like a pronounced heaving of his shoulders, and that was about the end of it.

//And yer want me to sing, gel?//

[ihavenocodename.livejournal.com]

"Only if you want to!" YES. TOTALLY A YES.

[furnaceface]

This was Jonothon's 'very skeptical' look. He wore it in moments such as this. Moments where he was, indeed, very skeptical.

And then, finally, he relented.

//If it seems completely, absolutely bloody off, don't blame me,// he informed her. And then, as an afterthought, he started playing something slightly more mellow, still.

//You gave me this,// Yes. Bush. //Made me give...//

Because there was no irony at all in Jonothon attempting to sing Mouth.

[ihavenocodename.livejournal.com]

Not that Jean got it, not knowing the name of the song.

She leaned back, setting in to listen like a good massive Sue audience member.

[furnaceface]

And Jono played it and sang it through, like a good little entertainer should.

... All in all, both parts of the performance weren't bad in the least. This was his life before mutancy, after all. But 'not bad' still wasn't good enough for him.

When the song ended, he lowered his guitar and just looked at her, waiting for... any sort of input at all, really.

[ihavenocodename.livejournal.com]

Well, did clapping work? Even if it wasn't exactly her type of music. "It was good!"

[furnaceface]

That earned a curious twitch of his eyebrow, yes.

//It was?// A pause. //Anything needs work, at all? I mean... th'singing doesn't sit right. I know that. Wish I knew what t'do about it.//

[ihavenocodename.livejournal.com]

"Um." Jono. Jono. Not the person to ask about music. "You could still try and see if anyone sings so you could perform together."

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Someday, Jonothon would learn!

//Been tryin'. Found a gel who can sing, but she's not th'sort to really perform for a crowd.// Alas. //Still lookin', I suppose.//

Which he was fine with. It meant that he could continue being a complete chickenshit about getting up in front of an audience.

[ihavenocodename.livejournal.com]

"Then keep trying," Jean replied with all the wisdom in the world. "You'll find someone."

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Jono considered this advice very, very carefully.

And then he gave Jean an appraising sort of look.

Be afraid, Jean.

//I don't suppose you can sing at all?//

Be very afraid.

[ihavenocodename.livejournal.com]

"...Oh no. You don't want me to sing." Really.

[furnaceface]

//Mmm. And that's what I said, innit?//

He had you there, Jean.

[ihavenocodename.livejournal.com]

...damn his British logic!

"Right," Jean said warily.

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//Still and all, I did sing,// Jono pointed out.

Smugly.

//Fair is fair, gel.//

[ihavenocodename.livejournal.com]

"But you're good at that," Jean replied, holding out her hands as if to fend his evil ways off.

[furnaceface]

//As I recall, I was beggin' to differ,// Jono and his evil ways replied. //Maybe just hum a few bars. What's that band yer like? Jonas Brothers?//

[ihavenocodename.livejournal.com]

"No way," Jean replied firmly. "It's horrible."

[furnaceface]

//And yer not willin' to let me be th'judge of that?//

Jono was a brave, brave man.