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The Boards, Sunday [All Day]

So there was this building. And Troy kind of owned it now. Well. Ryan Evans owned it, really, no matter that Troy's name was on it, but Troy was good with that. Because this building?

Was a theatre.

After getting the keys, Troy unlocked the front door and walked in, deciding just to sit in the audience for a little bit, basking in that 'this theatre is mine!' sense before starting to figure out what kind of renovations and repairs it might need. Or that he might want. Having a rich friend to bankroll everything? Now that Troy'd gotten used to it, kind of awesome. He'd been in the Boards before, sure, but this? Was completely different.

The front door was hanging open a little, and music -- after Troy found the sound booth -- was playing out into the street.

[No OCD. Expecting one, but open to anyone who wants to come by and poke at this new guy in the Boards! Infopost on The Boards and upcoming shows (and other events!) within the next couple of days.]

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Jono was out and about today. Brunches weren't particularly his thing, and, while he was contemplating perhaps stopping by there later just to see if he could see any familiar faces, he was going to put that off as long as humanly possible.

It was the music that caught him as he was walking down this particular street. He wasn't what one would consider a definitive fan of Jason Mraz or anything, but he had a good ear for music, and that...

//That,// he mused, peering curiously in through the open door, //is not Jason Mraz.//

Mute audiophile Jonothon Starsmore, ladies and gentlemen.

"Corey Gray!" Troy called back; he was just coming out from backstage, dusting off his hands. "Some guy I found on Youtube. Can I help you? We're closed right now, but we'll be opening soon."

Blink.

"Also, I have been away from this island way too long. Did you just talk in my head?"

Sometimes, it was refreshing that the reaction to the telepathy was secondary to the conversation at hand.

//I might have to learn to navigate the internet a little better than I do,// Jono noted. //This bloke's got style.//

A beat.

//And yes. Yes I did. It's...// He waved a hand a little, looking for the proper words for it, and then sort of fell short. //... A medical condition. We don't talk about it. Touchy. You understand.//

He wasn't technically lying!

Well, Troy had lived on the island for over a year, during! high school. It wasn't like it was the weirdest thing he'd ever seen! ... Heard. Not-heard.

"Ah, okay," Troy said, nodding. "So -- is there something I can do for you? I'm taking over starting... well, today, but we're not going to be ready for anything for a few days, at least."

//Honestly...? I'm mostly just reminiscing. Taking a walk around town, boggling at how much things stay th'same around here when timelines are all cocked-up.// He inclined his chin (or lack thereof, shut up) toward the inside of the building. //I suppose here's the exception, then. Doing renovations, are you? Or just cleaning up after that last owner?//

"A little of both," Troy explained. "Kinda seeing what needs repairs, what I want to change... Not doing the renos yet, but I'm planning to. Figure I'll do what I can myself, get some experts in for the rest, but there's a lot I can do myself even just in terms of lugging stuff around, building things..." He shrugged. "I've done a little backstage work, too, building sets and stuff."

//Sets, hm? Already got a production in mind?// So help him, Jono was kind of peering inside. //This place has a good stage to it, I'll give it that. Excellent acoustics, if it didn't change any during that weekend where everybody lost their minds.// Pause. //One of those weekends, anyhow. Mind if I take a look?//

Troy shook his head. "Knock yourself out," he said, before adding, "And I haven't decided on anything yet, but I thought I would... not do Shakespeare. Something else to start."

//Good plan,// Jono agreed, stepping inside and taking a look around. It hadn't changed much, yet. It was a little less garish than it had been on that weekend where he'd had the killer jaw and the ridiculous title. But all in all, still the Boards. //Bloody near everybody does the Bard to start. A shame, really. Leaves out so many other options.//

Musical theatre, for a start. Call Jonothon just a touch biased, in that regard.

//It isn't as though people stopped writing when Shakespeare did. And they hardly started there, either.//

"I thought I'd start with a play," Troy suggested, "maybe some Middleton or Marlowe. Or Moliere." There were so many awesome M names to choose from! "And then when I get a sense of what I'm working with, move onto musical theatre. Maybe Mary Jane Mayhem (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Reefer_Madness_%28musical%29)."

This guy's love of alliteration was certainly showing, yes.

//You know... I think you're actually th'first to even mention musical theatre around here? Practically a sin that it took so long, when you think about it. There's so much more to the performing arts than just delivering lines all th'time. Granted, this place would need a bit more work if you were to decide to adapt it for things besides acting, but, if you want my opinion,// which Troy hadn't asked for, but Jono was going to be happy to give regardless, //it would be work worth putting in, really.//

"I think the first time we did a musical was when I was here," Troy agreed. "Which was... four years ago? God, I'm old. And, I mean, I directed that one, so it's not like anyone else was doing them."

He looked around the theatre. "Y'know, it probably wouldn't be that hard," he agreed. "I mean, I'd need to improve the soundboard considerably, and there'd be some rewiring, but... I dunno. I could expand the seating back some, or maybe add a balcony? And-" Troy waved his hand vaguely around. "I'm sure there're students in the school who'd love a place to perform music, y'know? Maybe even get some acts in from off-island, with a proper venue for them."

//Christ. When I was a student here, I would have killed for some place to play that wasn't Glee Club.//

... Nothing against Glee Club, of course. Jono was just as fond of them, but...

//I had to rig up a temporary stage in th'park out of bloody plywood. Now, there was a good time. It was cold out, too. We were aiming for a show on Bonfire Night.//

Stupid November.

//You need somebody to take a look at your equipment for you?//

Troy lit up. "Would you? I don't know the first thing about soundboards. My tech experience is pretty much 'This is a nail, you hit it with a hammer.' I'm getting pretty good at that, but it doesn't exactly lend itself with expensive electronic equipment."

//I used to run the Groovy Tunes,// Jono shared, nodding toward the sound booth and starting off that way. //Spent hours just poring over catalogues, regretting that there wasn't any place on the island that would be interested in buying most of th'things I was looking at. I'm fairly certain I would have ordered in a little bit of all of it, if I thought for a second that we could make a sale.//

Not that he would have been too heartbroken at having that stuff sitting around the shop so that he could play with it, granted.

//Could probably recommend a few good brand names for you, work out some prices, let you know how much space you'll be nee-- oh, this is cute.//

He kind of wanted to reach out and pat the little soundboard that he'd walked in to see. Adequate for plays, certainly. But it made his inner musician want to curl up and weep a bit.

Cute. Hah. "So I take it that 'cute' means it's completely useless for what we're talking about?" Troy asked. "If you can recommend stuff, that would be great -- and if the catalogues are at Groovy Tunes, that means I can probably order through there, too, right?"

This was. Starting to sound really awesome, actually.

"Kinda sucks that you're not still living on the island," Troy added, "or I'd ask you to help me get everything set up."

//Presumably, you could go through them,// Jono agreed. //Not certain who's running it at the moment. Last I checked, it had been left to Seifer...//

And Jono didn't dislike Seifer, but on a scale from one to helpful, he was also placing him squarely at negative ten.

//I'll tell you what,// he ventured, a moment later. //I'm currently working as a TA for a school in New York state, and the timeline goes pretty ridiculously fast there compared to here, but that doesn't mean I'm not allowed time off now and again. I can give you my number- texts only- and when you get the equipment in, let me know. Even if I have to put it off for a few weeks, it should only be a couple of days, here. Name's Jonothon, by the way.//

"Oh, sorry. I'm Troy," he introduced himself. "Troy Bolton. And that would be great, if you don't mind it. You're sure you won't lose too much time back home if you're helping me here?"

//Please. Just because I live there doesn't mean it's home,// Jono countered, shaking his head a bit as he walked around the sound system, and then looked to see how the booth was doing for electrical outlets. //And I'm not exactly married to th'job. Mostly I'm just... biding my time until I can make myself useful somewhere, I think.//

He hadn't quite decided. For the time being, he was sort of content with teaching kids how to read and urging them to think for themselves. But there were so many differences between Xavier's philosophy and his own, it was almost unbearable at times to just sit around and listen to the lectures.

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Troy laughed. "Maybe you should move back to the island, too," he suggested. "I bet you could make yourself useful here. Hey, you could help me out here. Do the music side of things or something."

//'The music side of things or something,'// Jono echoed, shaking his head. //You'd be surprised just how tempting that offer really is, mate. Maybe in a few months, end of th'school year or something, I'll even think about taking you up on that.//

He was kind of painfully stubborn when it came to making a use for himself back in his own world. He'd seen too many people hurt, was too hell-bent on finding a way to help them...

//Hell, that'd only be a couple of weeks for you here, I imagine.//

That was still always a little surreal to come to terms with, yes.

"Here," Troy said, grabbing a handy pad of paper and scrawling down his number. It was still a New York area code; he really did need to get that changed. "Just give me a call -- or you said texting is better? I guess so, with the time difference -- and let me know. Or, hell, show up on the doorstep or whatever." He grinned, holding the paper out for Jono. "I'm sure we can figure out something."

... The time difference. Yes. Yes, it was absolutely about the time difference.

//If it comes down to it,// Jono agreed, taking the paper and looking it over for a moment before giving a decisive little nod and tucking it away into his pocket. //I'm not going to make any promises, mate. Things tend to go all pear-shaped back there whenever they bloody well feel like it, so something might come up, yet. But we'll see, certainly.//

It made sense! Time flowing at different rates on either side of the call clearly would screw things up!

Give Troy a minute and he'd figure it out, honest.

"And I'll let you know when I get the new soundboard ordered." Troy looked around. "I've got some friends back in New York I can ask about it, too, see if they have any suggestions."

Karla was a huge fan of the Boards and had been saddened each time it had closed. Which was why she was scampering over to peek inside as soon as she noticed someone moving around in there.

"Kiss kiss?" she called, poking her head into the door. "Hello?"

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