Jonothon was in a mighty fine mood as he pored over music magazines and poked through newspapers from the mainland, trying to figure out if there were any concerts coming up that would be likely to be appreciated by certain time-tossed individuals that he happened to know from his own time, as well.
It was a funny thing, but since his conversation with Emma yesterday on the roof, Jono had been able to just... move forward. Everything seemed to slide away like water off a duck's back. And then there had been the play today, with Didi, and... Well. Just because he didn't have vocal cords didn't mean he wasn't able to hum, did it? It was just... very quiet humming, that was all.
Springsteen didn't seem to have any tour dates set for 2010, that he could find. But that was quite alright. He would persevere!
... Which was a weird concept for Jono in and of itself, but he wasn't knocking it, here.
[Tacked up with one in mind, but open beforehand, if anyone wants to boggle at eerily happy Jono.]
- Room 408, Thursday Evening