Groovy Tunes, Saturday

[furnaceface]

You know what was a great way to spend a Saturday when you had a job? Spending that Saturday working at a job that you actually enjoyed. Or, at least, that was what Jono was telling himself as the stereo did its own thing while he was trying to price and put away a new shipment of intstruments, intent on playing... whatever the hell it wanted. Which, in this case, appeared to be a second helping of the aggrotech music that Dante had been playing yesterday.

And Jono didn't mind, really. It was interesting music to listen to, at the very least. Except that the stereo seemed hell-bent on trying to startle him with it, playing a few songs before falling completely silent for some time, and then turning itself on again on full blast entirely out of nowhere.

It was a wonder Jono hadn't set the bloody thing on fire. Especially after one such scare made him come dangerously close to dropping a Taylor guitar that he'd been handling with kid gloves only a moment before. Instead, the stereo found itself being put into time-out. Which, yes, did mean that he was unplugging the bloody thing and stuffing it into a corner to think about what it had done. It was just that kind of day.

[OOC: Open! OCD-free! And Dante and I broke the post, oops. Lucille's thread with Jono is here!]

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[rebelseekspizza]

"So I wasn't bored," Dante called.

Other people said 'hello' when they came in. Not him.

[furnaceface]

Jono had been inspecting that Taylor to within an inch of its life when Dante's voice called into the shop, and he froze dead-still for a moment out of a knee-jerk worry that it was the stereo again before looking toward the doorway.

Oh. Well. Good.

//You didn't run screaming for freedom halfway through the day, then? I'll take that as a good sign.//

[rebelseekspizza]

"I kinda got lost in the Industrial section," Dante admitted. "No telling about next week."

[furnaceface]

//... That would explain the stereo this morning,// Jono noted, turning a glance in the bloody thing's direction. //Fortunately, we do have more sections than industrial, and I'm sure at least a few of them would be to your taste as well.//

So he might get a few more weeks of employment out of Dante yet!

[rebelseekspizza]

Probably more than a few weeks. Dante was a music geek just waiting to happen.

"Fine," he said, wandering further into the store. "Gonna paper-mache that whole Grunge section until it's gone, though. Wiped out like the 90s."

[furnaceface]

//Hey now,// Jono replied, reaching to ever-so-carefully put the guitar down in its stand. //Grunge never did anything to you, did it? And the island still has at least one or two people who listen to it. Not everyone is still in high school, after all.//

Some people were old, like Jono.

[rebelseekspizza]

"Lot of music stood the test of time," Dante said.

He wandered over, plucking a Pearl Jam CD out of the stands. "This? Not so much."

[furnaceface]

No, Dante! Not the Pearl Jam!

//I suppose it might be easy to see it that way if you weren't even born yet when they had recorded it,// he noted, giving Dante a side-eye that said that if he hurt the Pearl Jam, there would be words.

Probably sad ones.

//Why? Have you got something better?//

[rebelseekspizza]

"Than Pearl Jam? Do you need a list?"

Because Dante could make a list. In fact... "Because I could spend all of my next shift writing that one."

[furnaceface]

//... If you just start at 'a' in the industrial section and make your way through to 'z,' Dante...//

A beat.

//Put some actual time into it, and I might be persuaded to run through it, though.//

Because you would pry his Pearl Jam out from his cold, dead fingers. But that didn't mean he wasn't interested in giving new things a try.

[rebelseekspizza]

"You are such a teacher," Dante told him.

He dumped the Pearl Jam back where he found it, then pottered over to Industrial to go rooting around for some Combichrist. Might as well get Starsmore the really good stuff.

[furnaceface]

//I'm going to choose to think of that as a good thing,// Jono decided, watching Dante go rummaging. //Teaching at two different schools would be a lousy career path otherwise.//

[rebelseekspizza]

"It's not a good thing. You gotta make everything into a teachable moment," Dante said, rolling his eyes.

He tracked down his favorite album and sauntered towards the sound system. He was pretty sure he could get it to make some sense. "The hell did you get into that, anyway?"

Not that he, y'know. Cared.

[crimson_sister]

Lucille had postponed visiting Mr Starsmore's shop. She wasn't sure how she felt about the kind of generosity he had offered her when they talked about modern instruments. Generosity was still something she had to get used to.

Today she stopped by on the afternoon, however. On entering the shop, Lucille hoped Mr Starsmore wouldn't ask her what she thought about the music playing.

[SP?]

[furnaceface]

It was okay, Lucille. He would have beaten it into submission if only he was able, himself. Which wasn't to say that he didn't like it. It was just... not his first choice, either.

He glanced up from a selection of music books he'd been unpacking as she made her way into the shop, and gave her a little nod in greeting.

//Afternoon, Lucille. How're you today, luv?//

[SP is love!]

[crimson_sister]

"Quite well, thank you," Lucille replied because she had yet to almost get hit by Ringo's drone. "And yourself? I'm so sorry about the wedding. Dr Lecter told me you were making new plans."

[furnaceface]

//I'm getting by,// Jono replied, shrugging his shoulders dismissively. Thinking too hard about the way the wedding had gone straight to hell tended to strike a bit of a nerve, if only because of the motives behind the bastards who had done it. //Life is starting to fall into some semblance of order, even if 'order' these days means booking another order of 'more flowers than I have ever had any excuse to be buying.'//

[crimson_sister]

Lucille nodded slightly. "I take it you don't have a habit of flowers often," she replied wryly. A change of topic would probably be appreciated by both of them, and she turned to the reason she was here.

"Would you like to show me the modern instruments? And how to play recorded music? I would very much like to learn more about both."

[furnaceface]

Yeah, Jono really wasn't a flowers kind of guy.

//I'd love to show you both,// he replied, giving a little around-the-eyes smile. //Did you have any preference as to which we do first? Recorded music is fairly straightforward once you know what all of the buttons do, if that helps.//

[crimson_sister]

Buttons, always buttons. It didn't matter though, if it meant that she could listen to her favorite music whenever she chose to.

"Perhaps we could start with the recordings, then," Lucille said.

[furnaceface]

Jono gave a nod, setting down the books he'd been poking through and nodding toward the CD racks.

//First thing's first, then. Let's pick something you'd like to listen to, and we can go from there.//

He was going to have words for the stereo if it tried anything funny from here.

[crimson_sister]

"Perhaps one of the songs you played on the beach?" Lucille suggested. Mr Starsmore had mentioned that the original versions were different, but she was prepared to listen. Later she would suggest something she had played herself.

[furnaceface]

Jono paused for a moment, trying to remember what he had played on the beach. And then he nodded, making his way to the Metallica.

//Not certain it'll still be to your taste now,// he noted, giving the stereo a look that told it in no uncertain terms that he'd throw it in the ocean if it gave him any trouble, //but here's one of them.//

He paused, and then, after opening the case, held the CD out for her.

//Would you like to give it a go, luv? I can talk you through it.//

[crimson_sister]

Lucille looked at the disc, assuming from the way Mr Starsmore was holding it that the surface should not be touched. She lifted it with both hands holding it between the tips of her fingers.

"And now?"

[furnaceface]

See? She was catching on already!

//Now, some stereo systems have a button to send out a tray to put that in, but this one just has a slot - see it there - that'll pull it in if you nudge it into the opening. Doesn't hurt to push that button there,// he indicated the eject button beside the slot, //to be sure there's nothing else in there first, of course. On systems with a tray, that button'll be the one that opens it, too.//