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fandomtownies2014-08-30 11:15 am
furnaceface) wrote in fandomtownies2014-08-30 11:15 am
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Groovy Tunes, Saturday
Jonothon was writing, today.
Not paperwork, no, though it was the end of the month and he was well aware there was no shortage of that to be done. No, he had his guitar out, today, and a sheet of paper, and a pencil, and he was trying to make music. He hadn't done that in far too long, and there was something about spending his week traveling Glacia, visiting the sites of some of the worst tragedies of the war that left him feeling melancholy in a way that he had to express.
It was a productive sort of melancholy, at least, more suited to an acoustic guitar and some thoughtful lyrics than sitting and moping and listening to angry music just to try to pump himself up to some emotion stronger than 'tired.' If Jono could feel more of this melancholy and less of that other one, he'd actually be pretty okay with that.
He set the pencil down after writing a bit of lyric, and then he started to play again, trying to picture in his mind what he'd be hearing if he could sing those lyrics out loud.
In the doorway, there was a Now Hiring sign, and Jono would be happy to put his guitar down for a few minutes if anybody was looking for an interview.
[Open! OCD-free!]
Not paperwork, no, though it was the end of the month and he was well aware there was no shortage of that to be done. No, he had his guitar out, today, and a sheet of paper, and a pencil, and he was trying to make music. He hadn't done that in far too long, and there was something about spending his week traveling Glacia, visiting the sites of some of the worst tragedies of the war that left him feeling melancholy in a way that he had to express.
It was a productive sort of melancholy, at least, more suited to an acoustic guitar and some thoughtful lyrics than sitting and moping and listening to angry music just to try to pump himself up to some emotion stronger than 'tired.' If Jono could feel more of this melancholy and less of that other one, he'd actually be pretty okay with that.
He set the pencil down after writing a bit of lyric, and then he started to play again, trying to picture in his mind what he'd be hearing if he could sing those lyrics out loud.
In the doorway, there was a Now Hiring sign, and Jono would be happy to put his guitar down for a few minutes if anybody was looking for an interview.
[Open! OCD-free!]