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Fourth Floor Common Room, Thursday Evening

It was Ben's fault.

That was Jonothon's story, and he was going to stick to it like glue.

He'd pulled out his guitar, and his amplifier, and he'd staked out a spot on the couch, which he'd turned just enough so that he could watch the door. The television wasn't on, but you had better believe that his amplifier was, and he had a small arsenal of songs memorized for the task at hand.

If anybody was going to try to make use of the common room on the fourth floor today, they were going to have to do it at the risk of being greeted by their very own theme music today, courtesy of Jonothon Starsmore and his electric guitar.

Totally Ben's fault.

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Oh, like Ben was going to miss this. He walked through the doorway, then grinned expectantly at Jono. "Well?"

Well, if Ben wasn't going to miss this, then he certainly couldn't fault Jonothon for trying to rearrange some Van Halen for the electric guitar, could he?

Because today, if you asked Jono, Ben's song was going to have to be Jump.

//Evening, mate.//

He'd just started, and he was already enjoying this. So sue him.

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Ben burst out laughing. "I needed that," he said, flopping onto a sofa.

//Long day, is it?// Jono's fingers kept playing over the strings, as idle-as-you-please, while he raised his eyebrows in Ben's direction.

Curiosity: Piqued.

"I think Granddad looked at the calendar and realized that Parents Weekend isn't that far away," Ben said with a little groan. "So he kicked my ass in lightsaber practice today. Last year Dad beat him. I think Granddad took it kind of hard."

Jono scrunched up one eye a little in sympathy, and kept on playing.

//Ah, brilliant,// he said, somewhat sympathetic. //Does he think he has some sort of point to prove, then?//

"It's Granddad, so always," Ben said, rolling his eyes. "He spent his whole Jedi career being the best."

//And it would be horrible if at any point he were to give his next of kin a sporting chance?// Jono rolled his eyes toward the ceiling, and then he shrugged and gave his head a shake. You really couldn't win when it came to teachers, could you? //At least you'll heal, hm?//

"I lasted almost ten minutes," Ben said proudly. "But yeah, Granddad's one of the most competitive people I've ever met, and I come from a family of overachievers, so that's saying something."

//I suppose I'd probably be th'same way, if I ever found myself squaring off against somebody else with a guitar,// Jono mused, //but I can't imagine I'd end off in physical pain by the end of the ordeal, mate.//

"I still have all of my limbs," Ben laughed, then shook his head. "Sorry. Bad family joke."

//Any family gathering you can walk away from in one piece, hm?// Jono considered that, and then shrugged lightly. //Really, Ben, I can probably relate.//

His family wasn't so much with the removing limbs, really. But they did have a thing for large, hideous tattoos, which Jono wasn't much a fan of.

"Dad has a prosthetic hand from a lightsaber duel," Ben said. "Granddad--my version, not the one here, had lost even more. When you're going against another Jedi who wants to kill you, well, I'd rather get thumped here than by someone who doesn't have my best interests at heart out there."

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"Did you put him up to this?" Rinoa guessed, very amused. Unclear on what the "this" in question was, but amused nonetheless. "He should play out here more often. Live music is way better than what's usually on the television."

Even if TV was still kind of a novelty, for her.

"I did," Ben admitted, grinning. "So you like it?"

"I do," Rinoa agreed. "Are there ever concerts, here? I haven't been to one in ages."

You know. A few months. Same deal.

"I don't know," Ben admitted. "I've never been to a concert, assuming tapcaf bands don't count."

"I don't know what those are," she admitted. "We should get Jono to put one on. He can play. There have to be other musicians and bands here, right?"

Hey, the last concert she'd been to, it had been several of her friends picking up instruments and winging it. Musical skill was not required.

"There should be," Ben replied, nodding and then gave a self-conscious little laugh. "I'm not one of them."

"Piano's not really a concert instrument," Rinoa said easily. "So I guess I'm out, too. Looks like we're stuck on the organizing side of things?"

"I got Jono to sing tonight," Ben said. "You get him to repeat it."

"Deal," Rinoa said. "But the time after that, it's back to you again."

"I can agree to that," Ben replied, laughing. "Oh, I'm Ben. Nice to meet you."

"Rinoa," she said, offering a hand. "We should work out a schedule. Maybe see if we can draft other people into it, too. Put up some flyers, looking for band members."

Good. Jono would love that.

Ben looked a little dubious. "Does Jono want a band?"