Groovy Tunes, Tuesday

[furnaceface]

Oh, God. Jonothon had certainly gone and stepped into it up to his knees this time, hadn't he? Between the time he'd spent playing music in the common room last week and then his conversation with Rinoa outside of that club the day after, it seemed as though he was stuck somewhere in event planning limbo for an early November concert that he hadn't even spoken to his birthday-present-vocalist about, yet.

And so he did what any sane individual would do when faced with something big and slightly horrifying and a serious lack of, say, fellow band members with which to pull it off.

He panicked and stuck a sign in the window.

Play An Instrument?
Bring it in.
Play it.
Leave with a CD of your choice for free.

He'd bribe people into sneaky, unofficial auditions, naturally.

[Open and, as always, free of that pesky OCD thing!]

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[theotherpeter.livejournal.com]

"Suddenly I think you're not just talking about me getting a free CD," Peter said, adopting a cocky posture. He had something someone else wanted. "I can definitely play keyboards. But I can't do back-up vocals."

No, seriously. Don't ask him to sing.

[furnaceface]

Hey, Jonothon wouldn't ask Peter to sing just so long as nobody expected him to do so, either. Fair enough?

//Good. Now, will you be needing help gettin' yer hands on a keyboard, at all? I'd still like to hear what you can do, of course...//

[theotherpeter.livejournal.com]

"There's the piano in the rec room," Peter said. "I can always play that, if you need proof."

It would be very unlike the last time he'd played in the rec room, oh yes.

[furnaceface]

//Well, it is a bit out of my way and I do have to mind th'shop, but I'd be happy to put a CD on hold for you, if you weren't opposed to putting on a demonstration later, perhaps?//

Since they seemed to be on the same page and all, Jono figured that the least he could do would be give him the CD that he was advertising, right?

[theotherpeter.livejournal.com]

"Sounds fair," Peter said. "So, what ever happened to Marky Mark and the Funky Bunch, they ever do a reunion tour?"

He went to start browsing the aisles, but he could still converse.

For given 'I'm just jerking you around' sort of conversation.

[furnaceface]

//Dear lord, I don't even know,// Jono mused, watching Peter wander amongst the shelves with a thinly-veiled sort of interest. //I hear Mark Wahlberg got a star on th'Hollwood Walk of Fame back in July, for all that's worth.//

So sue him, Jono actually paid attention to this sort of thing.

//Possibly for th'best for th'world at large that he sticks with acting, I think.//

[theotherpeter.livejournal.com]

"Anything truly important from the last ten years of music I need to listen to?" Peter asked, moving on. "I've been sticking with stuff I know for awhile, now."

[furnaceface]

And if Jono had a mouth, here's where he might have informed Peter that he could very well kiss him.

//Yer from th'nineties as well, then? Actually, I'm from '95, myself. My tastes lean more toward alternative and post-grunge, but if that's terribly out-of-bounds, I can recommend just about anything, mate.//

Which was to say, music? Music is awesome! Enjoy!

//What do you think of Pearl Jam?//

[theotherpeter.livejournal.com]

"Ninety-six, myself," Peter informed Jono, casually accepting the year difference in timelines. He was certain, given Jono's other unique qualities, that it was actually about the closest thing they had in common, in terms of home. "And from Boston, so the Grunge movement was a little west of me. But Pearl Jam's pretty good. I listen to just about anything, really. At least once."

[furnaceface]

//Then you have good taste,// Jonothon decided. //I'm from London... probably a little obviously, actually. But I did spend a bit of time in Massachusetts, myself.//

Few months. Private school. Superhero training. That sort of thing.

//Radiohead, then? We've got their newest, if yer interested.//

[theotherpeter.livejournal.com]

"I was wondering," Peter said. "The voice in the head with an accent thing? That's actually pretty clever. Or... interesting. Whatever the right word is.

"Radiohead it is," he declared. "A band that would probably inspire my father to build a radio in someone's head."

[furnaceface]

//A radio in someone's head isn't terribly off from how I speak,// Jono offered. //One-way, before anybody gets any ideas about me invading their thoughts. But for it to be clever, it would have to be something that doesn't come to me naturally already, I think.//

... It was easier to talk about if it came up in casual conversation. Go figure. Sherlock was clearly just going about it the wrong way.

//You sound like you've got a rather interesting old man.//

[theotherpeter.livejournal.com]

"He's in a mental hospital, or at least, he's supposed to be," Peter said. "He taught here, when I first showed up. He disappeared after the first summer term."

[furnaceface]

//... Ah.// Well, Jono certainly went and put his foot into it there, didn't he? //So. Radiohead.//

Excuse him. He was going to jump over the counter and make his way in amongst the shelves to find that CD, now. That was nice and safe.