Groovy Tunes, Thursday
One might ask how exactly a man without a head could possibly appreciate the music that was being played today at the Groovy Tunes.
... Okay, in fairness, there were probably a lot of questions that someone might ask first. Like, 'how are you not dead?' or 'what happened?' And, truth be told, Jono couldn't answer either of those questions, really. He wasn't dead because powers? There was a thing in the park? Only... he was coming to notice that there were moments where he seemed to lapse completely, where he couldn't quite remember any sort of rift. Or, somewhere around the edges of his consciousness, he remembered something else completely. In fact, when he'd come out of his room and headed downstairs to open the music shop, it had seemed like the most natural thing in the world. Of course he was opening the music shop. How was this week different from any other?
And as the day progressed, he found himself getting more and more frustrated by his occasional inability to really put a finger on what was the matter at all. Something was eating at him from the inside, leaving him feeling sick to his stomach, causing his flames to twist under his helmet in strange ways as the very core of his being tried to compensate for whatever the hell had happened to him over the weekend.
That meant that today was a Pearl Jam day. And Jono didn't even notice when he crossed the line from 'having to focus hard in order to be able to listen to the stereo through his cat's sense of hearing,' to 'simply being aware of the state of the entire room around him,' at all.
It was a Thursday. And something was the matter, though with increasing frequency throughout the day, Jono really wouldn't be able to tell you what that something was.
[Open! OCD-free!]
... Okay, in fairness, there were probably a lot of questions that someone might ask first. Like, 'how are you not dead?' or 'what happened?' And, truth be told, Jono couldn't answer either of those questions, really. He wasn't dead because powers? There was a thing in the park? Only... he was coming to notice that there were moments where he seemed to lapse completely, where he couldn't quite remember any sort of rift. Or, somewhere around the edges of his consciousness, he remembered something else completely. In fact, when he'd come out of his room and headed downstairs to open the music shop, it had seemed like the most natural thing in the world. Of course he was opening the music shop. How was this week different from any other?
And as the day progressed, he found himself getting more and more frustrated by his occasional inability to really put a finger on what was the matter at all. Something was eating at him from the inside, leaving him feeling sick to his stomach, causing his flames to twist under his helmet in strange ways as the very core of his being tried to compensate for whatever the hell had happened to him over the weekend.
That meant that today was a Pearl Jam day. And Jono didn't even notice when he crossed the line from 'having to focus hard in order to be able to listen to the stereo through his cat's sense of hearing,' to 'simply being aware of the state of the entire room around him,' at all.
It was a Thursday. And something was the matter, though with increasing frequency throughout the day, Jono really wouldn't be able to tell you what that something was.
[Open! OCD-free!]