Groovy Tunes, Saturday
Jono could make himself available in his office today, but the truth of the matter was, he would really rather claw out his own eyes than spend a day sitting at his desk waiting for somebody to come along to grill him on what he was teaching their little darlings. Besides, he had a business to run, here. There was a new Janet Jackson album out yesterday and instead of getting any copies of that in, his supplier had shipped him double copies of the new Trivium album.
Which... hey... great. He had no doubt he could sell them all given enough time and maybe some kind of dedicated metal marketing strategy. The band had never really wowed him, but... somebody had to like them, right?
Anyway, he'd left a map on his office door back at the school directing anybody who might care to talk to him to come out here, where he was aggressively hunt-and-peck typing e-mails back and forth to his supplier. No, extra copies of the new Sevendust album weren't going to get Janet on his shelves, either. And he was sure Avicii was great, but... Janet? Please?
No he didn't need a life-sized cardboard cutout, just send him the bloody albums!
...
Okay, the cutout couldn't hurt, either.
[OOC: Idek. Open!]
Which... hey... great. He had no doubt he could sell them all given enough time and maybe some kind of dedicated metal marketing strategy. The band had never really wowed him, but... somebody had to like them, right?
Anyway, he'd left a map on his office door back at the school directing anybody who might care to talk to him to come out here, where he was aggressively hunt-and-peck typing e-mails back and forth to his supplier. No, extra copies of the new Sevendust album weren't going to get Janet on his shelves, either. And he was sure Avicii was great, but... Janet? Please?
No he didn't need a life-sized cardboard cutout, just send him the bloody albums!
...
Okay, the cutout couldn't hurt, either.
[OOC: Idek. Open!]