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WHO: Jonothon Starsmore
jonocalypse and Alison Blaire idateforsupper
WHERE: Ali's place
WHEN: September 18 in the afternoon
WARNINGS: Er probably none? Jono's not being a crankypants, stop the presses
SUMMARY: Dazz invited Jono to play guitar for her even though he hasn't since the Apocalypse (the joke never gets old okay) and he probably sucks but Ali's either super-positive or she lies like a pro, so here they are.
FORMAT: Idek. Para to start, and then... whatever it ends up being.
It wasn't the guitar of his dreams, but the Fender Stratocaster had been a reasonable price, and Jono knew that it would last him a good while. It was a solid weight hanging from his shoulder as he turned up Ali's street; he'd practiced earlier this week, trying to rekindle muscle memory and deal with fingers a good deal larger and less calloused than they had been four years ago. He needed an amp. And an acoustic, so that Jubes wouldn't have to deal with him playing loudly on the electric at all hours of the night.
Jono hesitated in front of Alison's building, in a moment of sudden misgiving. It wasn't every day you were invited over to a pop star's house because she wanted to hear you plonk out a few chords on a guitar. He still found it a little unbelievable that she'd taken to him so quickly, considering... considering. Jono checked the number again with the address she had given him, then walked up and knocked.
jonocalypse and Alison Blaire idateforsupper
WHERE: Ali's place
WHEN: September 18 in the afternoon
WARNINGS: Er probably none? Jono's not being a crankypants, stop the presses
SUMMARY: Dazz invited Jono to play guitar for her even though he hasn't since the Apocalypse (the joke never gets old okay) and he probably sucks but Ali's either super-positive or she lies like a pro, so here they are.
FORMAT: Idek. Para to start, and then... whatever it ends up being.
It wasn't the guitar of his dreams, but the Fender Stratocaster had been a reasonable price, and Jono knew that it would last him a good while. It was a solid weight hanging from his shoulder as he turned up Ali's street; he'd practiced earlier this week, trying to rekindle muscle memory and deal with fingers a good deal larger and less calloused than they had been four years ago. He needed an amp. And an acoustic, so that Jubes wouldn't have to deal with him playing loudly on the electric at all hours of the night.
Jono hesitated in front of Alison's building, in a moment of sudden misgiving. It wasn't every day you were invited over to a pop star's house because she wanted to hear you plonk out a few chords on a guitar. He still found it a little unbelievable that she'd taken to him so quickly, considering... considering. Jono checked the number again with the address she had given him, then walked up and knocked.