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Groovy Tunes, Saturday

Jonothon had woken up yesterday, taken one look at the world at large (by way of checking thew news on his phone), had said, //Oh, fuck this,// and had gone back to bed. For the whole day. Because it wasn't like there was anything he needed to be upright and functional for anyway.

That everybody was stuck telling the truth, therefore, had flown right over his head.

Today he was a bit more with-it, making his way in to the shop in order to tidy up a few shelves, place a few orders, and otherwise just sort of mull about, looking official or something. Or as official as a man wearing leather and spilling gouts of flame into the air could possibly look, anyway. It was going to be a work in progress for a while.

[OOC: Open! OCD-freeee.]

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Steven wandered into the shop, singing along with his pocket radio that was playing Haven't You Noticed (I'm a Star). He was not yet pulling out his dance moves, but he totally would if you asked.

When he saw his teacher, he turned down the radio and gave him a goofy grin.

"Hey there, Mister Starsmore. You're looking a little hot today. Eh? Get it?"

He totally fired some finger-guns to accompany his terrible joke.

//Well, yes. It's a record hot summer already,// Jono replied, sidestepping the joke blatantly. It wasn't anything personal, Steven. He just didn't take well to joking about the flames, unless he was the one to start doing so. //Hello, Steven. In the market for anything today?//

"Oh, just about anything, really," Steven said. "There's such a wide world of music I've never heard! My dad has a huge record collection and that still doesn't even cover half of what you can find here."

He got all starry-eyed. "It's just so cool that you can access all these different dimensions of music! There's probably music here by aliens from planets I've never even heard of. I almost want to just close my eyes, spin around, and grab the first CD I point at."

//Well... there isn't anything stopping you,// Jono noted, waving a hand toward the shelves. //Just so long as you don't knock anything over, you're welcome to.//

...

He might interfere if Steven happened to select something less than kid-friendly, however.

Poor, sweet, innocent Steven.

"You know, now that you say so, I just might," Steven said, tapping his chin with a forefinger. He walked over to a shelf, closed his eyes, reached out, and pulled up a CD in his hands. He peeked an eye open and tilted his head at the album in his hands.

"Clash at Demonhead?"

There was an actual little smile in Jono's eyes at that.

//Friend of mine recorded that,// he said, walking over and leaning in for a better look. //Ever heard of Envy Adams? Used to be a student at the school, actually. She delivered that CD by hand a while back, in person.//

[OOC: Sorry! I got eaten by the errands beast!]

"No way!" Steven said, all star-struck for a celebrity he'd never even met. "That's amazing! Have there been lots of musicians to come through this school?"

He looked around at all the music again. "How many of these are from people you've met?"

He was full of questions, per usual.

//A few musicians here and there. I imagine more than I'm aware of, though I did perform onstage once with Hannah Montana.//

... Shut up.

//She, ah, was also a student.//

At the school. Not necessarily of music.

"I wish I knew who that was," Steven said, with a tiny bit of sheepishness. He looked at the album in his hands again. "So what was Envy like?"

He gasped with sudden ideas racing through his mind. "Did she have a big demonhead? Or did she do a big fight with one?"

He was taking the name a little literally.

Well, in fairness, considering Envy's world...

//She's level-headed,// Jono replied, amused. //And ambitious. But so far as I'm aware, there was no actual demon head involved in the making of this album.//

"Awwwww," Steven said, just a smidge disappointed. "Well, even though that's the case, I think you've made a sale." He nodded in agreement with himself. "Good job, random grab, you found a winner."

//Do you often make choices that way?// Jono looked curious, then, as he headed back toward the till. //Just point and turn and let serendipity do the work for you?//

Steven scratched his chin as he followed, thinking about that one. "Not all the time. Some decisions are kind of important, but when you've got nothing but the opportunity for something great, why not trust that it'll work out?"

He paused, ducking his head for a moment. He decided to share something a little personal with his trusted teacher. "Sometimes, when I do it, I like to think that it's my Mom guiding me."

Oh, Steven. It really didn't take much for you to trust people, did it? At least Jono wasn't the sort of person to betray that trust readily. As it stood, he was standing there and wondering if he remembered a time when Steven spoke of his mother. Or was it always just his dad?

//Well, I hope you like her choice,// he decided, slipping behind the counter. //You'll have to let me know what you think, hm?//

Given Steven was the kind of person to greet an enemy with a smile and a hello, yes, he was very trusting.

"Oh, I will," Steven said with a nod. "I think I'm going to hurry back to my room and listen to it right away, actually."

//Not a bad way to spend a Saturday afternoon, I'd say. Listening to Envy making music. Quality time with your musical gamble.//

... But seriously, Jono really hoped Steven liked it.

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