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The Boards, Thursday Evening

Jono had had big plans for tonight at the Boards, but the events of the last few weeks had thrown something of a wrench in the gears when it came to organizing the showcase he'd wanted to hold.

... Or even finding people to perform in it. Which meant that he was going to have to adjust his plans somewhat.

A lot.

There was a new sign up where the old one had been.

Due to Unforeseen Circumstances, The Fandom Showcase Has Been Cancelled.
Come in for an Open Mic Instead!
There's Beer.

When all else failed, bribe people to participate. And if anybody needed Jono, he'd be on the stage playing his guitar for the duration of the evening or until somebody else showed up who wanted to perform. Whichever came first.

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"Did somebody say beer?" Dante asked.

It'd been... something of a week. He had no intentions of getting on stage and doing shit, but beer?

Fuck, he'd swagger on in for free booze.

//Well, I didn't say it,// Jono pointed out, sitting on the edge of the stage and tuning his guitar, //but you've got it there in writing, anyway. Help yourself, mate. Lord knows I can't.//

Really, he probably could have thought the 'beer' part out a little more.

"How the fuck do you get through the day," Dante said, shaking his head.

He wandered over to the drinks, plucking out a bottle. "Have we hit the '70s yet, old man?"

//No, mate. We're stuck firmly in the 40's, from the look of things.//

Not what he was asking, Jono.

//I'll take requests, though, if there's anything you're dying to hear. If I'm up onstage for the rest of the bloody evening, somebody had better yell 'Freebird' at me at least once.//

"What's Freebird?" Dante asked, looking at Jono quizzically.

//... Dante.//

Jono was going to behave himself and not look at the boy in horror, at least.

//Lynyrd Skynyrd? It's nine bloody minutes long and...// He waved a hand around a little bit, searching for words, before just kind of playing a bit of the opening. //And... Christ, you're young.//

And he felt that much older, thank you.

//Now we've hit the seventies.//

Dante had been born in late 1998, Jono. Think about that for a second.

"Eugh," he proclaimed. "If you're gonna play old guy music, at least play something decent, like Layla or something."

//Kids these days. Didn't even let me get to the four-minute long finger-breaking guitar solo at the five minute mark,// Jono muttered, but shrugged and obediently changed over to play Layla, as requested. //But I'm not singing along.//

That was basically going to forever be his sticking point.

At least until he had a mouth again. Someday. Maybe. Probably not around here, all things considered.

"Yeah, nobody needs to hear that," Dante agreed.

He popped the cap off of his beer and took a swig. "...You got any other guitars around here?"

//Mate, this is where I store the ones that don't fit in the music room at home,// Jono shared. //Any preference? Acoustic, electric? Blue, red, black?//

Owning a music shop was dangerous, okay?

"Red," Dante said immediately, 'cause that was the important part. And... "Hm. Electric's fun, but you kinda need a band..."

//Kinda,// Jono agreed, shrugging. //You know anybody who plays anything that isn't a guitar?//

Pinkie played drums, Jono knew that. But that still wasn't exactly a band.

Well. It could be. Did anybody on the island play bass?

Dante snorted. "Anders tried to learn the lute once," he said, "Wouldn't really recommend him. So acoustic, I guess."

//Red and acoustic,// Jono replied, sliding himself off the stage and making his way back to one of the storage rooms. //Can do, mate. And I'm guessing Anders was no good with that lute, hm?//

Because hell, he was curious, now.

"My roommate's a great guy," Dante said, snickering. "But I wouldn't trust him in a room with an instrument."

//Duly noted,// Jono replied, amused. A moment later he was emerging with an acoustic in hand, holding it up for Dante's inspection. //Will this do, mate?//

It was both acoustic and red. He figured it met the minimum requirements, anyway.

"In a pinch," Dante said brightly, walking up to give it a closer look. "You get all the nicest gear, fuck."

//Well, I've been collecting it for a while,// Jono pointed out, trying not to sound too proud of his collection. //And I know what I like. Means I've had time to collect some pretty decent toys, is all.//

He held the guitar out to Dante, raising an eyebrow in question.

//Wanna give her a try?//

"Definitely," Dante agreed, reaching for the guitar. "Never really tried acoustic shit before."

Jono quote obligingly passed the guitar over, then shrugged his shoulders a bit.

//It's different,// he allowed, //but the basic principles are more or less the same. The sound you'll get out of it is the big difference, and it'll sit differently because the body's larger, but I enjoy playing around with it, even if it doesn't have the same sustain as an electric.//

Or because of it. He liked the sound better on acoustic when he was playing fingerstyle, for a start.

"Any big hints or tips?" Dante asked.

He wandered over to a seat. The acoustic seemed like a sit-down kind of guitar, and as much as he enjoyed being a dick about a whole range of topics-- guitars were sacred.

//Have fun?// Jono gave his shoulders a shrug. //Nothing big, really. Don't be afraid to make mistakes while you're getting a feel for it, keep in mind you don't have things like distortion to tool around with. S'funny. Most of the time, people are looking for tips going from acoustic to electric, not the other way around.//

Or at least in his experience they were.

Dante shrugged. "Still like electric best," he said, giving the strings an experimental brush. The sound was nice, at least. "That thing can growl."

//It can,// Jono agreed. //And I know I feel more like growling than singing at any given point of the day.//

Which was why he favoured his own electric guitars over most else.

//But now and again, maybe you don't want to growl.//

Rarely, perhaps, but there were moments.

Dante snorted. "Don't usually have that problem," he said.

Though he was a weird kind of tense right now, and plucking the strings was almost soothing.

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