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Room 408, Sunday, Late Afternoon
Okay, Jonothon had done his socialization for the day. Gotten out of the room, properly traumatized the teammate by introducing her to an X-Man who was more than a few years younger than she'd figured he'd be. Given dirty looks to the food at the brunch.

It was time to skulk back to his room, pull out his guitar, and play music. Whatever the hell he felt like playing at the time, which, if you asked him, was what being a musician was really all about.

And today, he was even going to leave the door open, in case anybody cared to listen. See? He could be social even when he was being completely antisocial, too.

[Open room, open post, mmm, guitar.]

furnaceface

2009-10-05 02:00 am (UTC) (Link)

At this rate, Jono was going to feel inadequate with his guitar.

But he played as though he was along for the ride as well, letting Eliot's music take front and centre while he picked out what was familiar, and played along with the new undertones as though they were telling him what to play all along.

He wasn't lead guitar, here. He was another voice in the choir. And he was pretty certain that he was fine with that.