fandomtownies | The Boards, Thursday

Okay. Keeping the Boards going. Keeping something on the stage. Jonothon could do that. Presumably he could. He'd done it before, and it was his own lack of effort that had basically left the place floating dead in the water a few years before. Now effort was something he had plenty of; his current holding pattern without anything big and ambitious to throw himself at was starting to get to his head, and his options were either 'save a much-ignored business' or 'go back to wearing an X in New York because it's the Right Thing To Do.'

He was well aware at this point that the X was basically his nuclear option.

So he was using - ugh - the internet today, sitting in his office and going through information about holding workshops for people interested in the performing arts. The island wasn't exactly rife with people dying to get onto the stage, but if he gave them a taste of it, maybe it could be.

[OOC: Open!]