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The Boards, Saturday

Jono woke up this morning to find that the nagging feeling of want had wandered away, much to his relief. In its place, perhaps the slightest bit of annoyance that anything resembling productivity this week had gone and flown directly out the window.

And that was why he was making himself busy at the Boards, keeping the front door open mostly just to air the building out some now that spring had finally hit. There was still a bit of lingering waffle smell, and today seemed like as good a day as any to pretend that he liked fresh air. Right?

As for productivity... well, he still hadn't chosen a play for the fall, and still wasn't quite certain what to do with the building over the summer while he was off fighting a war in Glacia. Rent the place out? Shut it down? It was still his home, after all. And... wow, it felt odd to think of it that way.

Huh. Home.

[Open door, Open Boards!]

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Oh, there was a lot of Kenzi in that smile, wasn't there? Jono chuckled as he realized as much, and then nodded.

"I'm Jono," he replied, still smiling. "And that song was excellent, Cadence. You certainly do know your way around a guitar. A little prodigy, I'd say."

Cadence beamed. "That's what my mom says. And my dad brags that I get it from his side of the family. Grandpa bought me the guitar. What kind of stuff do you play? This your place?" She looked around, nodding thoughtfully. "S'nice. Bet you get good crowds."

"Fairly decent ones," Jono confirmed, "and it is my place. I mostly play grunge. Old, 90s grunge. Some alternative. Some classic rock and even country if I'm in the proper mood for it. I had to take th'last one in small doses, but I try not to limit myself to any one type of music."

"Good stuff," Cadence agreed, approving. "Even if it is from thirty years ago or so." She swung her legs against the stage, grinning. "I played some Santana a couple times. And a Segovia piece, to freak mom out. Except she wanted to enter me into a classical contest then."

"I suppose that'll teach you to try to freak out your mum," Jono replied, biting back another chuckle. "But if you can play it, there's no sense keeping it to yourself. It's always possible that making a name for yourself with one kind of music will be what leads you to being able to play what you really want to play whenever you want to, later on."

Wise words from the industry professional that almost was.

"So how old were you when you started? And did you have an agent?" Cadence was bursting with curiosity now. "And how awesome was giving concerts? ... and yeah, I figure, Mom had all the freak freaked out of her by the time she had me. I mean, she hit a Norn with a chainsaw."

Mom was hard-core.

Oh wow, questions were coming at him at a mile a minute, now. Jono blinked, needing a moment to wrap his head around all of them at once.

"I started playing pubs and bars and th'like when I was about sixteen," he replied. "Drew a few crowds in, back then. No agent, though. The songs I wrote made their way to the radio courtesy of th'person I wrote them for. It was mostly a chance meeting with th'right person at th'right time."

And it had ended horribly for him. But she didn't need to know that.

"Hunh. Okay." Cadence nodded, taking this all in and recording it mentally for posterity. Then she bit her lip. "If somebody had offered you a chance earlier? And maybe pulled strings? Would you do it?" Usually, Cadence was all about the strings. But this was her music.

"I think... back then, I would've done about anything for a chance to have people listen to what I play," Jono admitted. "Life... didn't quite work out that way. But I was something of an extenuating circumstance."

A beat, and he looked thoughtful for it.

"I don't know that I missed out much, though. I've known people who managed fame at your age. There are a lot of things about just being a kid that they missed."

"Hunh. Mom and Aunt Bo say that." Cadence sighed, looking torn. "Grandpa has connections with some studios. But I don't know if they'll let me play my own stuff." Her mouth turned down. "And he and mom fight, and Dad hates it, so I dunno." She cocked her head. "Extenuating circumstance?"

"Life happened, somebody I cared about got hurt, and my priorities shifted away from music for a while," Jono replied.

All of these things were true. They didn't actually explain what happened at all, though.

"If I were to tell you that I have a recording studio downstairs, just itching for somebody with talent to cut their first album, with their own music..." He tilted his head at her, offering her a slight smile. "You wouldn't have to do anything with it, if you didn't feel ready. But you'd have it there for when you do."

"Ohholycrapyes! I mean, wait, no, I gotta practice it first!" Cadence was bouncing, eyes huge. "Seriously? Really? No bullshit? Oh man I hope nothing makes me go home first!"

"No bull," Jono chuckled. "If you want th'day to figure out a list of songs you want to play, and to practise them, then by all means, take it. These things usually last the weekend, so you ought to be safe if you decide to come back to record tomorrow."

"Yes! Thank you! This is so cool!" Cadence twirled, then calmed down and jumped off the stage. "I should probably call my mom or something. Tell her where I am. She's gotta be missing me by now." She'd figured out this was Fandom-- she'd seen pictures-- but the whole time travel thing? whoooooooosh.

"You'll probably blow her away, luv," Jono replied, smirking faintly. "Have you got a phone?"

Cadence looked sheepish. "Ummm... coming here was kind of an impulse, so..." Yeah, that'd be a no.

Jono just laughed, and shook his head, and pulled his own out of his pocket to toss her way.

"I'm going out on a limb and assuming your mum is Kenzi," he informed her. "Her number should already be in my contacts. She's done some backstage work for me here over th'years."

"Yeah? Oh, cool. She said she'd done that stuff in High School, I didn't know this was the same place."

The *exact* same place.

Very much the same place! Right over there, that was the trash bin she'd rummaged through while she was a raccoon...

"Serendipity," Jono replied, smirking a little. "Go on, give her a call."

It was possible that he was just the slightest bit evil.

Cadence hit the phone number that said 'Kenzi', and waited for her Mom to pick up.

"Hey Mom? It's me. Cadence. It's not my fault."

A tiny "Oh, shit!" could be heard from the receiver.

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Jonothon couldn't help it- he had to laugh a little, at that.

"She's fantastically well-behaved, Kenzi," he said, loudly enough to be heard from where he was standing. "One hell of a musical talent, too. You ought to be proud."

"Then how can she be mine?" Then a pause, and "Sorry, kid. Time travel. Are you at the Boards? That's Jonothon, right?"

"Ohhhhhhh." Okay, that explained some stuff. "Yeah, I am. Uh. I'll be the one with the guitar." She gave Jonothon a grin for the compliments. "Standing next to the tall owner of the place."

"Well, at least you're not Satan," Kenzi said cryptically. In Caritas, Vlad grinned for no reason. "Be there in ten!"

Cadence frowned as she hung up. "Why would she think I'm Satan?"

Jono gave his shoulders a shrug, looking somewhat baffled as he held his hand out for his phone.

"Beats me," he admitted. "I've seen a lot of things in my time. Satan isn't one of them."

He could make a case for having met people who were close to a Saetan, but that wasn't quite the same thing.

If they'd met Vlad and his tendency to mess with his mom's head at seven, and Ellie's mind-reading and snark, all would become clear.

Ten minutes later, Kenzi entered with a bag of cookies, two mochas, and the frothiest espresso ever as a thank-you for Jonothon.

"Okay, so at least I know you're not Toby's," Kenzi said, handing over sugar immediately. "And, uh, welcome? And you sing? Jesus, I'm sorry, I have such a hangover... and oh god I should not be telling you that. I suck at this."

See, and this was why Jono was good to his minions. They brought him coffee so that he wouldn't go mad with power.

"There's a learning curve," he offered, smiling. "We can all assume that prom went well, and move on, hm?"

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