Groovy Tunes, Tuesday

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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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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.

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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!"

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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.//

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"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.

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"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.

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//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.//

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

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//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?//

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

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

Jono was a brave, brave man.