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Library, [11/17]

Okay, so Jono was a little late getting himself into the library today for his shift, what with having to travel back from Vail and all, but he showed up as soon as possible, considering.

So soon, in fact, that he still had his bag of laundry and his guitar with him, both of which were sitting behind the desk while he set to work, re-shelving books and silently, very silently, chuckling to himself.

Once again, it looked as though he'd gotten off easy today, didn't it?

[Open library is just that! Open!]

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//Mmm, yes. My sympathies if yer not an early riser, mate.//

Jono, for one, enjoyed sleeping in. Which would probably complicate matters some, yes.

"Compared to most people around here, I have noticed that I tend to be up before most," Faramir said. "It is rarely that I meet someone on my way down to the stables in the morning. The only problem is that all rangers tend to be."

//Part of th'job, is it? I'm a musician. There's something th'matter if I'm not up all hours of th'night and sleeping past noon.//

So he could get away with a lot, back in Massachusetts. More, since he wasn't exactly the most pleasant company to keep, whenever he could help it.

"It is, though we do have to patrol during the night as well. The orcs tend to move only when it is dark," Faramir explained. "I did not know it was required of musicians however."

//It's a lifestyle,// Jono replied, as though that explained anything at all. //I imagine it differs from place to place, at least a little. You can hardly live Rock and Roll in a world where there isn't any.//

"And now I am afraid that you will have to tell me what Rock and Roll is," Faramir laughed.

//Louder, faster music than what I'm certain yer used to,// Jono chuckled. //I've got my guitar with me today, but it's acoustic. I'd be better prepared to demonstrate on an electric, honestly.//

"I would not know what the difference is," Faramir however did look curious now. "Would you show me? I remember that you spoke of it before."

//Well, I wouldn't be able to sing,// Jono noted. //But I suppose I could give it a try. So long as there aren't many other people in here. I wouldn't want to disturb anybody's studying here in th'library.//

"Some people might even enjoy it," Faramir pointed it out.

//Maybe...// Oh, get Jono all thoughtful, now. Hm... //I suppose, if I play something that isn't too distracting. Elvis lends himself well to this sort of thing...//

Clearly, he was overthinking this as he pulled his guitar from the case.

"It can be relaxing and help with reading," Faramir reasoned. "At least if it has no one bellowing the words."

//Which I won't be,// Jono agreed. //I'm not much of a bellower, these days.//

Bellowing required lungs.

In any case, now that he'd managed to attain his guitar, he was going to attempt a bit of a tribute to The King. Suspicious Minds wasn't quite the same on the acoustic guitar, but it wasn't terrible, either.

Faramir found himself a seat as he listened attentively to Jonothon, watching curiously how his hands moved over the strings. It did not quite have the complexity of the classical music he'd heard from Bruce, but the tune was pleasant enough.

"You play well," he said once Jonothon finished the song. "I like this much better than the music I had heard on the radio."

//Well, usually there are a few more instruments t'go along with it,// Jono replied, shrugging a little. //And so far as Rock music goes, I picked something fairly slow, and fairly simple. It's changed a good deal over th'past half-century.//

"And what does it sound like now?" Faramir asked instantly. Jonothon might be stuck for a while now.

Oh, as if Jono minded being stuck. Really, now.

//Well, if you must know...// He considered for a moment, trying to think of another song that he could play without setting off everybody in the library, and then he settled on some Carlos Santana.

Because realy, it was difficult to go wrong with Put Your Lights On. Even if it was missing a little something, being played unplugged as it was.

Luckily Faramir did not know the difference between either and so could not judge.

"Have you considered introducing those from different worlds to this music?" he suggested. "Music seems an important part of a culture and I must not be the only one who would wish to hear these songs."

//I've thought about it,// Jono replied, shrugging a little as the song ended. //And I have introduced a few people, already. It's always an interesting challenge, trying to find a balance between music they know from their own world, and music that they might like from here. Or from elsewhere, for that matter.//

The music that the band had been playing in Ethics class, in that Hutt's cantina, for example. Jono had enjoyed that, until he realized that the ugly slug thing often fed the members of the band to an ugly thing that lived under the floor.

"It must be," Faramir agreed. "I can see that some of the music might be off putting and scare some away. Not these, I have enjoyed these songs and while I do not have a basis of comparison, it seems to me that you are a skilled musician. Thank you for sharing this with me."

Flattery would get you everywhere with Jono, Faramir.

... It helped that currently, Faramir happened to be a fairly pretty girl, yes.

//It was my pleasure, really. Maybe I'll bring in some more music like this, next weekend. So that you can hear it th'way it was intended to sound, instead of on my guitar like this.//

"I would enjoy that," Faramir smiled. "And I still owe you a visit that the music shop. I have not forgotten, but with my brother's visit and then the trip, I was a bit distracted from it."

//This month hasn't handed itself over well to paying visits around town,// Jono replied, shrugging lightly. //Don't worry about it too much, mate. I was on th'trip as well, and I also had guests. I understand.//

"Yet, it has been a rather good month if you ask me," he paused. "The current situation not included. Did you enjoy Vail?"

//I did,// Jono agreed, nodding a bit as he moved to put his guitar back into its case. //It was a quiet week, but a little quiet never really hurt anybody, I don't think.//

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