Who: Jo Harvelle & Lindsey McDonald Where: Lindsey's apartment When: Early Friday evening Rating: TBD Status: In progress
Jo had decided not to think about Dean, Crowley, or anyone else at the moment...and she absolutely didn't want to think about what she had done to Meg. Being pissed hadn't helped, threatening hadn't helped, and it seemed like every time she tried to do what she had actually been raised to do, someone chewed her out. So when Lindsey put in her mind the idea of singing, she decided why the hell not? Like he said, not was the time to do something like that, right? It's not like she had anything better to do.
She headed for his apartment, and when she got there, she stood outside for a moment, considering. This was probably stupid. She could sing a little, but she couldn't do a show or anything like that.
But wouldn't it be worth it, trying to find out?
She shrugged at her own inner dialogue, then lifted her hand and knocked lightly on his door, and waited for it to open.