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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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//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.

Ino tapped her fingers thoughtfully. "Pop, probably. I don't think I'd be much good or happy in rock and while I can do country," actually, she could do some country damn well, "it ain't really what I care to do all the time."

A pause as she tried to sort though her ideas.

"Upbeat," she said slowly. "Where I'd be lookin'--ain't the most cheerful place 'round. Either being cheerful is goin' to count against me, or... it's goin' to make me stick out and get noticed, right?"

//Generally,// Jono agreed, //the artists that people recognize are th'ones that stand out more than th'rest.//

...

//Dear lord. You want to do bubblegum. And not even classic bubblegum, either.//

He was going to just bury his face in his hand, now. He didn't even have to surface for air!

"Is that bad?" she asked, almost tentatively.

After all, this wasn't exactly her--area of expertise.

... It was probably going to be, eventually, though.

//No, no, not really, I suppose. There's a lot of money to be had in well-promoted bubblegum.//

But just listen to how grudging Jono sounded while he admitted that!

//It just isn't my cup of tea in particular, really. For th'most part, it's just too... contrived.//

Stop looking like you're in pain, Jonothon.

"Contrived?" she asked, frowning at him. "'Cause it's happy?"

//Because it's all th'same thing,// Jono replied. //Sunshine, lollipops, rainbows, dreams and shooting bloody stars and true love that lasts forever and nothing can pull people apart, and little gels running away from home to marry their boyfriend, th'perfect troublemaker with a twinkle in his bloody eye and th'world's most kissable lips.//

Shut up. Jono could think that kissable lips were contrived it he wanted to. It wasn't him being bitter at all.

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"Lucky me then," she said, lips twitching. "'Cause I think where I want to break into needs more of that sort of thing."

Really, how many songs had she heard in Midgar about sunshine?

"And just because something has been sung before--that don't make it insincere another time, I don't think."

At this rate, Jonothon was going to work his way into a pretty powerful sulk.

//Learn to read music, Ino. I'll write you some bloody songs.// At least he could be useful while he was sulking.

She hadn't meant to make him sulk! But.

"Thank you," she said, quietly but sincerely. "I seriously appreciate it."

A beat.

"... I don't suppose the library has books that'd help me learn?"

//Down thataway,// he replied, gesturing without so much as looking. He made his way to the music books often enough, he pretty much had a built-in compass for such things. //Near the end. There's no shortage of them, really. And if you round th'corner, there should be some audio-books along those lines, too.//

She pushed away from the counter. "Is there anything else I should be doin' other than that right now?"

//Research th'local music scene,// Jono replied, not missing a beat. //Go to concerts. Show interst in it. Nobody wants to listen to an artist whose world begins and ends with herself.//

"Can do," she said, with a bit of a bounce. She had a direction! She had stuff she could do!

It was amazing how much better she could feel with a plan.

Now she just had to hope that Sophie approved of it.

"I'm going to go and--look," she said, "I'll come bug you if I need help."

Possibly because she'd try and take every book pertaining to this with her, yes.

Jono would loan her one of the book carts, if it came to that. Or at least help pick out some more pertinent titles.

//Best of luck, gel. You and your... bubblegum.//

Bloody bubblegum anyhow.

Bloody bubblegum that he'd volunteered to write for her.

This was so not her fault.

She grinned at him and bounced in the direction he'd pointed her at.

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