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fandomhigh2018-03-23 07:19 am
furnaceface) wrote in fandomhigh2018-03-23 07:19 am
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Music Appreciation, Friday, 1st Period
It was another one of those days. The sort where Jono had taken one look at the weather and immediately decided, no, he did not want to haul a stack of CDs to the school, nor did he want to bother coming in early in order to cue up a few dozen songs in a playlist.
And Hannibal wasn't about to slog up here on his own for that, either.
Jono did have the get-up-and-go to just poke around YouTube, and he'd hooked one of the school's larger screens up to a computer. He'd deny up, down, and sideways that he knew how computers worked, but it was hard to keep up that illusion when he was rigging them to widescreens like a champ.
Hannibal wouldn't be likely to make him forget that, either. Your secret was out, Jono!
That said, it wasn't exactly working as planned, today.
//I was going to just play a bunch of music videos for songs about the weather,// he said, once the class came in and settled down. //Get some of those songs about Stealing Sunshine and whatnot going so that we can at least get some summer vicariously through Canadian alternative rock one-hit-wonders. But the television seems to be taking tips from my stereo back at the Groovy Tunes.//
He narrowed his eyes at it.
"Which is to say," Hannibal said, "that it seems to have developed a mind of its own. Rather than playing what we're asking it to, it's decided what it wants to play and refuses to be dissuaded."
And that thing was not Summery, no. Or even Spring-like.
Hannibal eyed the television and shook his head.
"So, we hope you enjoy White Christmas."
And Hannibal wasn't about to slog up here on his own for that, either.
Jono did have the get-up-and-go to just poke around YouTube, and he'd hooked one of the school's larger screens up to a computer. He'd deny up, down, and sideways that he knew how computers worked, but it was hard to keep up that illusion when he was rigging them to widescreens like a champ.
Hannibal wouldn't be likely to make him forget that, either. Your secret was out, Jono!
That said, it wasn't exactly working as planned, today.
//I was going to just play a bunch of music videos for songs about the weather,// he said, once the class came in and settled down. //Get some of those songs about Stealing Sunshine and whatnot going so that we can at least get some summer vicariously through Canadian alternative rock one-hit-wonders. But the television seems to be taking tips from my stereo back at the Groovy Tunes.//
He narrowed his eyes at it.
"Which is to say," Hannibal said, "that it seems to have developed a mind of its own. Rather than playing what we're asking it to, it's decided what it wants to play and refuses to be dissuaded."
And that thing was not Summery, no. Or even Spring-like.
Hannibal eyed the television and shook his head.
"So, we hope you enjoy White Christmas."