The Boards, Sunday Afternoon

[furnaceface]

So, Jono was still in a decent mood today. He still had a face, so sue him. It was still not his face, but it wasn't like this was even the first time that was the case. Or the first wrong face, for that matter. And this one, at least, he could chalk up to Fandom weirdness and be reasonably certain he'd return to normal by tomorrow. Better to just enjoy what he had while he had it.

Which was why he was at the Boards today, in case any of the band decided they were feeling up for practice, with food set out for snacking on - mostly fresh fruit this time around, because if there was going to be snacking it was going to be something he liked - and Jonothon noodling away on a shiny red and black electric bass while he waited to see if people were going to show.

And you had better believe he was singing his own accompaniment today whenever the song he was playing called for vocals, too. The voice might not be his, but that didn't mean he didn't know how to use it.

It was going to be a fairly laid-back day at rehearsal today, unless anybody had anything in particular they wanted to do.

[OOC: Stop by and play! Flying without OCD today, might as well just frolic. Musically. Musical frolicking.]

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[sharp_as_knives]

Of course Hannibal was here. He caught the line of what Jono was playing, and improvised a piano line around it. He had to concentrate a little more than usual to stretch to the keys, but luckily his fingers were still long enough.

[furnaceface]

Jono grinned when he realized that Hannibal had started playing along, turning a playful look his way and laughing.

Music playtime was one of his favourite types of playtime, dammit.

"Today, I want to sing," he announced, when they song they were playing came to an end. "I don't suppose you know anything with vocals to it that doesn't come from an opera?"

He was teasing, of course. He knew Hannibal had more varied musical tastes than that.

Mostly he just didn't want to mess up wickedly on anything that might be in, say, Italian.

[sharp_as_knives]

"We would need a few more instruments for Opeth," Hannibal answered, grinning back.

And starting to play "All of Me".

[furnaceface]

Oh, Hannibal. You were such a brat.

This was not going to stop Jono from starting to sing, anyway.

"All of me,
Why not take all of me?
Can't you see that I'm no good without you?"

Really, he suspected there were reasons that Hannibal had chosen this song in particular beyond just the fact that Jonothon was likely to know it.

"Take my lips, I want to lose them..."

Excuse Jono. He needed to take this moment to crack up a little. And then throw a pick at Hannibal's head.

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal smirked and winked at him, batting the pick away and going back to playing.

"You wanted to sing."

[furnaceface]

"I wanted to sing," Jono conceded, rolling his eyes and grinning as he added, "Take my arms, I'll never use them."

Maybe Hannibal was being a brat. That wasn't going to stop him from singing anyway.

[sharp_as_knives]

And it was still a decent song. And it was enjoyable to hear Jono sing.

"You can pick the next song," he promised.

[furnaceface]

//I might have to make you attempt to play Opeth on that thing just because I'm a brat,// Jono teased psionically without so much as missing a beat while singing aloud. //Which really shouldn't be surprising at all, should it?//

[sharp_as_knives]

"Not at all," Hannibal answered. "I promise to do my best."

[furnaceface]

//My hero,// Jono replied as the song drew to an end, and then he winked and blew Hannibal a kiss. "You spoil me, really."

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal blew one back. "I know. So?" He played a rambling bit of nothing, waiting for Jono to choose the next song.

[furnaceface]

Jono was going to behave himself and not break into a rousing rendition of I Love Rock N Roll, but the temptation was there.

He smirked faintly.

"How about Unchained Melody?"

He wanted to see how much he could push himself here, yes.

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal nodded. He thought for a moment, then began a melody that would work with that, even if it might not be precisely the original.

Also, he approved of the lyrics on this one, Jono.

[furnaceface]

Hey, so far as songs that Jono could have picked went, this was probably one of the more pleasant ones, at that. He listened for a moment, smiling, and then, when the music presented an opening, he took a deep breath and started to sing.

"Oh, my love, my darling,
I've hungered for your touch..."

It was also a song that had moments that were still very distinctly Jonothon, even with all of the crazy vocal acrobatics he was working his way toward.

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal smiled over at him and kept playing, enjoying the music and adjusting his playing to match Jono's style more closely.

And letting him feel his own affection and amusement, too.

[furnaceface]

And when it came time to belt that one high note at the end, Jono delivered, in a voice so crisp and clear it was a wonder he hadn't been singing with it his entire life.

The slightly giddy look of sheer delight on his face when he managed it was unmistakable, too.

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal grinned back and kept playing to the end, then bowed at Jono and leaned over for a kiss.

[furnaceface]

And Jono was quite happy to lean in to accept that kiss, too.

Yessssss.

"I'm going to need to pace myself on notes like that," he laughed, a bit breathlessly. "Or I'll spend th'rest of today mute again anyway."

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal chuckled. "More contralto, less soprano," he suggested. And then, because he had a better singing voice himself this weekend, he played a few notes before segueing into a rendition of "Bye Bye Blackbird".

[furnaceface]

And Jono was going to chew on his lip while he listened, because Hannibal singing like that was doing things to him, god.

He did wait to throw in a few harmonious embellishments with his own voice, though, because if there was one thing he enjoyed more than Hannibal singing, it was Hannibal singing with him singing harmony.

[sharp_as_knives]

That was rather nice, wasn't it?

Hannibal played the last notes and let them die away, waiting for Jono to pick the next song.

"We make a good pairing."

[furnaceface]

"I should hope so," Jono agreed, grinning. "We went through far too much trouble to get married than two people who aren't."

He pursed his lips for a moment, considering what to sing next. And then he broke into a laugh.

"Sometimes, it's hard to be a woman..."

IT FIT, OKAY?

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal laughed back, delighted, and found the notes to play.

[furnaceface]

"... Giving all your love to just one man.
You'll have bad times
And he'll have good times,
Doin' things that you don't understand..."

Tammy Wynette, you had no idea how relevant this was to these two.

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal joined in a bit on the chorus, mostly leaving Jono to the real singing.

And then leaning in for another kiss, because why not?

[furnaceface]

Jono gave a happy little hum against Hannibal's mouth for that one.

"You know," he decided, "we are both utterly ridiculous."

He wouldn't have it any other way.

[sharp_as_knives]

"Speak for yourself," Hannibal said. "I am perfectly decorous."

[furnaceface]

"Ah," Jono laughed. "So you keep me around for balance, then?"

[sharp_as_knives]

"You complement me nicely." Hannibal smiled and leaned in for another kiss.

"Since nobody else seems to be showing, shall we head home?"

[furnaceface]

"There was a llama on the tambourine asking if he was pretty for a little while today," Jono laughed, then nuzzled in anyway. "But that's about it. I think we're done here."

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal shook his head. "What a pity I missed that."

[furnaceface]

"You didn't miss much," Jono laughed. "His tambourine was every bit as enthusiastic as his triangle."

[sharp_as_knives]

"Hardly surprising," Hannibal said. "Nothing seems to dampen that."

It was possibly Kuzco's only redeeming quality, that cheerful exuberance.

[furnaceface]

And the fact that Kuzco was in such desperate want of redeeming qualities was half the reason Jono encouraged that exuberance whenever he possibly could.

Even if he wasn't what Jonothon could call musically inclined.

"Indeed," he agreed, taking a moment to set his bass down and make sure all the equipment was properly turned off and put away. "I suspect we'll continue to see more of that, as well. In the meantime..." He offered Hannibal his arm. "Shall we?"

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal took that arm smiling. "Let's."

[notouchykuzco.livejournal.com]

Kuzco, in all his girlish glory, banged along on his tambourine at sort of the right times in the song.

Soooort of.

[furnaceface]

Well, at least he hadn't lost that enthusiasm?

And it wasn't the triangle! He was branching out! When the song was over, Jono grinned faintly and gave Kuzco a thumbs-up. Because he was in a damn fine mood, and even a llama on a tambourine couldn't ruin that for him today.

[notouchykuzco.livejournal.com]

He was going to try all the t instruments!

...maybe not the trombone. That would just end badly.

"Tell me, stranger, I'm a good looking llama, right?"

Dante and Kuzco had been discussing this.

[furnaceface]

"Having never been asked that by a llama before, I'm going to say... yes."

You know. As far as llamas went.

"You're a perfectly lovely looking llama."

[notouchykuzco.livejournal.com]

"I knew it!" Kuzco crowed, doing an obnoxious dance. "Tell Dante."

[furnaceface]

"I'll be certain to pass it along if he shows up today," Jono promised, because it'd make for some interesting conversation if nothing else. "He doesn't seem to think so?"

[notouchykuzco.livejournal.com]

"No," Kuzco whined.

[furnaceface]

"Well, I suppose there isn't any accounting for taste," Jono replied solemnly. "Just be secure in the knowledge that you're a very pretty llama."

Probably. By llama standards.