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Groovy Tunes, Sunday

Jono really didn't want to go in to work while Angela was visiting for the weekend. Especially not a younger Angela than he and Hannibal were used to being visited by. But he also couldn't ignore the fact that his attendance lately had been... not so great. And there were still orders that needed to be placed and shipments that he'd been seriously behind in unpacking. So he'd left Hannibal and Angela at home with the promise that they could both visit him at work later, and he'd made his way off to the music shop.

They'd gotten some new guitars in today, and he was taking great pleasure in just sitting around and playing each one, making sure they were in tune before putting them up on the wall.

He was working. Working. Not playing. Honest.

[OOC: OCD-free, but that's because I'm lazy. Open!]

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After breakfast and approximately two thousand questions about everything from the glittery flamingos to Hannibal's choice of jacket, Hannibal and Angela did arrive.

Hannibal grinned at Jono. "Hard at work, I see."

"Hi, Daddy!" Angela ran over and all but dove to sit at Jono's feet and listen.

//Angela, luv! Good to see you!// Jono gave Angela one of those warm around-the-eyes smiles, and a slightly more wry one for Hannibal. //And I actually am working, if you squint. I'm not going to put an out-of-tune instrument up on the wall.//

Another pause, and then a look down at Angela.

//Any requests?//

"Pearl Jam!" Angela said, bouncing.

She definitely got that from him. Hannibal's look said as much.

Awwww, Jono's bio-nuclear psionic heart was welling with pride at that, as he looked down at his guitar and started playing the opening riff of Even Flow.

//Girl has good tastes,// he decided. Not at all biased in any way, shape, or form, honest.

"If you say so," Hannibal said. His expression was long-suffering, but there was a glint in his eyes, and he walked over to stroke Angela's hair and listen.

Sometime later in the afternoon, a young man came into the store, looking around hopefully.

"Mr. Starsmore?" he called out, checking out one of the CD displays. "You around?"

//Fairly certain I am,// Jono replied, peering up from where he'd sat down by the back wall with his guitar. //Can I help you?//

It was a fairly familiar voice, but whether it was a kid from last year or one of the students, he couldn't quite place. He really needed to get out more.

"You probably don't remember me-- or, well, recognize me," Spike said self-deprecatingly. "I was here last year, on the Island, but I was about eleven? I had dinner at Dr. Lector's place with your family, along with my sisters?" He held out his hand. "Spike de la Vega. I've got a small favor to ask."

//Spike?// Jono blinked as he gave Spike's hand a shake. //Lord, they grow up so quickly these days. What can I do for you, mate?//

"Hey," Spike said, pleased that Jonothan remembered him. "Uhh, I'm learning bass guitar, and Eliot's only got one standard guitar for us to share, and there's four of us at his place this weekend." He grinned, dimples showing. "Is there any chance that I can borrow a bass until tomorrow? I promise not to jump into a portal with it, Eliot would kick my ass if I did."

//And Eliot wouldn't be the only one,// Jono replied, giving Spike a wry look. //I do happen to have a few on the wall, though. Those ones near the end. The ones with the tags on them are for rental, but I could loan one out until you need to leave, just this once.//

Totally fair. "Really? I would so owe you, although, you wouldn't be able to collect for a few years." He headed down to the end of the counter, examining some of the bass guitars by sight, then reaching out to test the strings on one that looked nice and mellow. "Any recommendations?"

//Actually, that one you've got your hand on there is one of my personal favourites,// Jono replied. //And, ah, not just because it's red. Feel free to take it off the wall and give it a test-run, mate. Only way to know for sure if it's the one for you, right?//

"Thanks," Spike said, smile widening. He carefully lifted it from the wall, and put the strap over his shoulders, doing a quick run of chords. "Ooo. Nice." Thump, thump, and then a good driving beat. He wasn't anywhere near expert with the bass yet, but he had the basic hang of it. "I think you're right, this one will work great, especially with Riley playing guitar."

Jono gave Spike an amused look, making a reach for his own guitar again.

"If you two get the chance before you take off again, I'd love to hear you play. If not... enjoy the bass, mate. You can drop it off here tomorrow, or at Hannibal's place. Or just let one of your parents bring it back after you're gone. I'm not too concerned about it. It isn't as though I've got a flood of people fighting one another for it, after all.//

"Cool!" That would be fun, and maybe drag Eliot into it too. "I'll tell her, see if she's up for it. And, yeah." He handed over the guitar, rubbing the back of his neck. "I appreciate it." He did have the money to rent it, but not *that* much.

Jono took a few moments to make sure everything was in tune, and did a requisite check to make sure there was no damage to the bass while he was at it. Then he passed it back and nodded.

//There you go, mate. Get it back to me in one piece, and I won't have to string you up by your toes next time you end up here. Deal?//

"Deal," Spike said, holding out his hand. "And a copy of my first CD, when that happens."

When, definitely when! Although it would probably be some horrible internet label, before they got in some practice. And a better band name.

//Hell, I could probably help you cut your first CD, provided The Boards are still standing and I'm still involved in them by the time you're... you. There is a recording studio in the basement,// Jono pointed out, shrugging his shoulders. //If I'm still around, come talk to me, and I'll see what I can do."

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