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Library, [10/24]

It was probably important to note here that Jonothon really didn't hate life, the universe, and everything. But when faced with the option of spending a day in the library hiding from the brunch, all full of people and space dolphins and food, he really had found himself deciding that it was his only option, thank you so very much.

And, once he'd done his usual duties for the day, he was going to spend the rest of his shift leaning back into a chair and reading a Douglas Adams book about some sort of holistic detective, just to get this weird urge to start decorating the place with bowls of petunias out of his system.

Bloody space dolphins.

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//Easier, at least. And they might be able to teach you as you go,// Jono pointed out. //Now, what were you going to do about yer as-of-yet nonexistant set list?//

Ino chewed her lip.

"Either--learn enough to write my own?" she said slowly. "Or find someone who has got song written that'd be okay with me singing them?"

//You want my advice, luv, learn an arseload of cover songs while yer at it. Things that people know, that they'll want to hear. Because nobody hits it big overnight unless they've got Walt bloody Disney backing them up, and yer not Miley Cyrus.//

Sorry, Ino. It was a horrible truth.

//Yer big break, should you be lucky enough to get one, will probably come after years of playing for drunks who aren't listening to you in bars what hardly pay enough quid for you to get a beer after th'show, singing songs you don't even like because that's what yer two audience members who are paying attention want to hear.//

She nodded slowly.

"Learnin' the cover songs--that's probably the easiest bit for me," she said, studying her hands. "'Cause you can learn a lot just by listenin' to the radio and I do that all the time."

//They'll want classics, too. You'll want to sing Rhianna, and they'll want Patsy Cline. And then, when you learn Crazy, they'll demand Oops, I Did It Again, instead.//

Because audiences were a pack of vicious, bloodthirsty creatures.

"So I've got to try and learn everything ever?"

Which was both intimidating and dismaying.

//Within reason. If they want Oops, I Did It Again, and all you know is Toxic, they can be fairly forgiving, so long as you promise that you'll learn it as soon as you can.//

Jono shrugged.

//Eventually, you'll be able to start sneaking yer own work in there, and people will be actually listening. That's where it really starts, when they can give you feedback on yer own material.//

"Lots of work," she noted, but not like she was really off-put by it. Just... lots of work.

Perhaps that was better, even, for her cover.

"So to start with, I need to--learn more songs?" she checked. "And find a... band. And have some original material even if I can't sing it during sets yet?"

//Provided, of course, you get to th'point where you get sets,// Jono agreed. //You'll probably start off busking on th'side of the road somewhere before you ever make it into a bar. And you'll likely need a manager for that much, unless yer capable of self-management, as well.//

He just kept on heaping on the good news, didn't he?

"So," she said, setting her chin. "From the very bottom, then. What'll I have to do."

//Unless, of course, you get lucky. Audition for things. Put yerself out there. Nobody makes it to th'top without trying.//

Oh, wow. A wistful note made its way into that one, yes.

She gave him a considering glance. "You okay with the fact that I'm bugging you with this?"

Because she, uh, didn't have his problem there. And, well...

Jono shrugged.

//Tell me, honestly, if I've said a single thing that you've known for a fact since you started this conversation, and I'll tell you just how much I've minded sharing it.//

"That I'd be startin' off in a pretty sorry position?" she said, dubiously.

Everything else was new, yes.

//Then yer not wasting my time,// Jono informed her, shrugging. //And if yer not wasting my time, then I don't mind.//

It would be a different story entirely if she was drilling him for information about a sore spot that she already knew everything about.

Ino would never be that cruel for no reason. With reason, well... Jono was unlikely to give her reason.

"I'll keep that in mind," she promised, toying with her hair. "You got an idea 'bout--where I should start to learn?"

Or would he rather watch her flail around like a fish out of water?

Hey, flailing could be funny!

//We've got a band here on the island,// Jono pointed out. //Sort of. But... it could be a good start. Another one would be paying attention to th'record labels wherever it is that you want to make a name for yerself. Cut a demo tape. Send it everywhere. And be damn appreciative of every rejection letter you get, because you will get them, and they will mean that somebody bothered to listen to yer tape at all.//

... CD, Jono. This was no longer the 1990's.

"Where I want to--break into," she said, playing with her hair, "ain't this world. That's goin' to make it more complicated, yeah?"

//Only if they don't have record companies,// Jono replied, bemused. //Music is universal, otherwise. Maybe not specific songs, but th'rhythms... The emotional reactions that they get out of people, are.//

And now you were looking at Jono's big mushy music nerd side. Enjoy, Ino.

"They have record companies," she assured him, a bit amused at his mushy music side, really. "And... that means--is the demo supposed to be new stuff or covers of stuff from their world?"

//New things. Yer music, luv. Unless yer going to sell yerself as a cover band, th'goal is to get yer own music onto the radio.//

... Or whatever they had for music on another world.

"Which brings me back to the problem of 'I don't have any'."

Which meant... she had to get some.

... Awesome.

//Guess yer going to have to learn to read music, then, aren't you?//

This was Jono. This was Jono, continuing to be bemused.

//Or else find a writer looking to have their music heard. Some people make a fine living just by writing songs and passing them off to th'next person to stroll along, and then cashing in th'royalty cheques.//

Not that Jono knew of any writers who would never get their own music heard without benefit of somebody else to perform it in their stead, or anything.

She eyed him contemplatively.

"I don't suppose," Ino said, "that you have anything in mind?"

//What sort of music did you have yer heart set on, Sunshine?//

Not that Jonothon had anybody in particular in mind either, of course.

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