Groovy Tunes, Tuesday
Well, this was it, then. This was the business that Jono had more or less inherited, since Alice's leaving the island. And, as far as he was aware, the sum of the parts of Groovy Tunes was Jono, a building, and the music.
This probably had to be remedied. Businesses like this didn't exactly run themselves, after all, and so even if Jono would quite happily spend every waking hour of every day here, there was a sign in the window, looking about as flashy as Jono could possibly make it.
Which meant that the sheet of scrap looseleaf with the words "HELP WANTED" scrawled on it in black sharpie was also decorated with little music note stickers. They were scratch-and-sniff and smelled like blueberry.
It counted.
[Groovy Tunes is open and flying OCD-free, as always!]
This probably had to be remedied. Businesses like this didn't exactly run themselves, after all, and so even if Jono would quite happily spend every waking hour of every day here, there was a sign in the window, looking about as flashy as Jono could possibly make it.
Which meant that the sheet of scrap looseleaf with the words "HELP WANTED" scrawled on it in black sharpie was also decorated with little music note stickers. They were scratch-and-sniff and smelled like blueberry.
It counted.
[Groovy Tunes is open and flying OCD-free, as always!]