?

Log in

 
 
20 October 2005 @ 08:56 pm
 
I, too, beg the group's forgiveness for my long absence. What with banburytale and I travelling for days to see Paul (squeesqueesquee) and it being the ides of October (never a good time of the semester), I just haven't found myself online nearly as much as I'd like. However, the muses have thankfully not deserted us, and we've been keeping our creative output flowing the old-fashioned way: pen and paper! Anyway, at long last, we've gotten around to typing this one.

Title: Opportunity Knocks
Authors: magicaltrevor and banburytale
Pairing: J/P
Warnings: Fluff fluffity fluff fluff fluff.
Disclaimer: I love them. They are not mine. This is why I dream.
Summary: Okay, remember the Blackpool concert in the Anthology 4 video where Paul plays "Yesterday" by himself and he's all nervous and adorable? We made our own version of it. Aww.
A/N: Many thanks to our wonderful gamma reader akutenshi_akira who, though she is not part of our fandom, is very patient and tolerant, and one hell of a first soprano.


There were many kinds of happy, John thought, ranging from getting a B on a math test you thought you failed to that selfish kind of happy you feel when you get what you want for Christmas. There was sex happy, food happy, and even family happy, depending on the person.

John liked the warm kind of happy. The kind you feel physically when your skin drinks in the sun. The kind you feel down into your bones when you sink into a warm bath or wrap up in your softest blanket.
John would pursue it to an extent that some might find unreasonable. The warm kind of happy was why John drank, and it was why, he realized, he was watching Paul from the wings right now. This was the best kind of warm happy—the kind with that out-of-proportion ache that won’t let you forget you’re human.

“And so,” George was addressing the crowd, “for Paul McCartney of Liverpool, opportunity knocks.” A few members of the audience laughed politely at the joke; they were probably all a bit disturbed by the idea of any of the Beatles going his own way. In those few seconds, though, John saw Paul’s head follow George’s path as the younger Beatle scampered gleefully offstage. The forlorn look lasted only an instant before his gaze snapped forward again, but it struck John as decidedly odd. Paul was nervous—nervous! Beset by stage fright—and, truth be told, it seemed too good to be true. He knew he should be thinking up some biting remark for when Paul came backstage. There would never be a better time to take that smug sonofabitch down a few notches. But he felt his own heartbeat quicken as he watched his friend hold his ground in the empty spotlight.

Paul swallowed dryly between lines and John experienced a vague feeling of sympathetic nausea. He seriously considered bringing Paul some water, but was afraid he would tip the precarious balance, and if Paul messed up onstage—puked, burped, fainted—he would maul John. John didn’t want to be mauled. But he didn’t want Paul to face down the crowd alone, either. That would be… wrong. It would be funny, certainly, fitting, and definitely deserved, the bastard, but still, the thought was just wrong, in a way that John couldn’t quite define.

A thin sheen of sweat had settled itself with unnerving quickness on Paul, and the colour had all but drained from his face. John saw his eyes close and was sure for one sickening moment that Paul was going to pass out. When he realized Paul was just blinking, he decided that he might be better off somewhere he couldn’t see the stage, so he ducked back deeper into the sheltering wings of the stage.

Christ, he was just as nervous as Paul to have things go into slow-motion like that. He supposed that it was some underlying insecurity of his own; what if Paul decided that he liked singing alone? What if he didn’t, but the experience traumatized him so that he’d never sing again? What if, and this was the worst of all, what if he needed John, and John wasn’t there to help him? The thought nearly sent him running willy-nilly onstage, but his own common sense got the better of him. He was acting like some clingy mum sending her kid off for his first day of school, and if Paul figured that out, he’d never hear the end of it.

His eyes followed the rigging, not really seeing, until he heard the applause. Paul flew in from onstage wearing the widest grin John had ever seen on him, flashing molars with wild abandon. Without breaking his stride, he deposited the acoustic unceremoniously on a chair. He located John in the shadows and quickened his pace.

“I did it, John!” he gasped. His eyebrows had disappeared under his hairline.

“That you did, Macca,” John chuckled softly at his friend’s giddiness.

Paul reached John and threw his arms around his neck, a celebration of victory over loneliness. John instinctively hugged him back, taking in everything about Paul in this state. He was slightly damp and smelled of heat and lights and excitement, and John realized with a deep, compelling ache that Paul was shaking terribly. John tightened the embrace. He could feel himself start to grin uncontrollably, and he wanted Paul to feel it, feel as absolutely warm-happy as he did. He wanted to chase away that residual nervousness, replace it with pride, and he could tell he was succeeding, at least a little bit, as the trembling slowly subsided.

“Eh, c’mon,” he said finally, breaking the embrace to grip Paul’s shoulders. “We’ve got a job to do. No time for poncing about, eh, eh?” He turned Paul around and shoved him back toward the stage with one hand planted firmly in the middle of his back. Paul grinned back over his shoulder.

“I did it!” he whispered again, practically skipping back to his microphone where George was waiting with his bass. John smiled.

“Yeah. You sure did,” and he walked into the roar of the crowd.
 
 
Current Mood: giddygiddy
Current Music: McCartney II - Secret Friend (It's fun! I promise!)
 
 
 
oh_johnny_oh_johnny_ on October 21st, 2005 02:34 am (UTC)
Awwwwwww!

So glad to have the two of you back!
Paulmagicaltrevor on October 21st, 2005 02:39 am (UTC)
Thank you! We're glad to be back. Well, not glad to be back from the Paul concert, we could've stayed there for SIX BILLION YEARS. But we're definitely glad to be back on the community. It's great here. <3
apartment42bapartment42b on October 21st, 2005 02:36 am (UTC)
John didn’t want to be mauled.

For some reason, that was my favorite line *G*

Teehee!
Paulmagicaltrevor on October 21st, 2005 02:42 am (UTC)
I know! I love that line a whole lot. That's banburytale's line. :D To paraphrase Arlo Guthrie, even if we hadn't written the rest of the story, it'd be worth it just for that line. Thanks for your review!
whatsherass on October 21st, 2005 03:13 am (UTC)
Awwwww, man! That was super sweet. ;p
Paulmagicaltrevor on October 21st, 2005 08:15 pm (UTC)
*is stunned with happiness* Thank you! I know this was a little more saccharine than our usual, but well, we just saw Paul. How can there be angst when there is Paul? (erm... perhaps it's best not to answer that...) But seriously, we are feeling very UP in a way only Beatles fans can understand ;) so we're glad you liked it.
Il Gatto Puzzolonecatnip_martini on October 21st, 2005 03:44 am (UTC)
AW GOD!

That was so cute!! ♥

I love this, OMG.

Cate
Paulmagicaltrevor on October 21st, 2005 08:17 pm (UTC)
Yay! Nice to know you found it squeeworthy. banburytale and I can't wait for you to go see Paul... be sure to tell us all about it! He plays yesterday so well these days; we were proud. ^___^
(Deleted comment)
Paulmagicaltrevor on October 21st, 2005 08:20 pm (UTC)
Oh, I loved that one, too. It's all thanks to banurytale, naturally, as she is wonderful and I adore her; she says things in just the right way when I can't, and she can use the phrase "willy-nilly" and it's still not... um... silly.
hirohiro_chan on October 21st, 2005 05:09 am (UTC)
I really really like this :).

And this :

John liked the warm kind of happy. The kind you feel physically when your skin drinks in the sun. The kind you feel down into your bones when you sink into a warm bath or wrap up in your softest blanket.
John would pursue it to an extent that some might find unreasonable. The warm kind of happy was why John drank, and it was why, he realized, he was watching Paul from the wings right now. This was the best kind of warm happy—the kind with that out-of-proportion ache that won’t let you forget you’re human.


must be my favourite part of the fic :). Nice work there ^^~!
Paulmagicaltrevor on October 21st, 2005 08:21 pm (UTC)
Thanks for the lovely comments! I love finding out what lines people like best.
banburytalebanburytale on October 21st, 2005 08:42 pm (UTC)
That bit was all magicaltrevor's idea. ^_^ She is teh awesome.
Oliviaolivia_y on October 21st, 2005 11:36 am (UTC)
I was just watching that performance the other day (well, not /this/ version of it, nice as it would've been)! I become mesmerized every time I watch that part - and I'm not even all that fond of "Yesterday". Paul McCartney is too beautiful to be human.

John is so adorable in this fic! The whole solo-thing must've been a bit weird for all of them though.

(P.S. You are so lucky to be in America!)
Oliviaolivia_y on October 21st, 2005 11:37 am (UTC)
P.P.S: Are you interested in group projects at all?
Paulmagicaltrevor on October 21st, 2005 08:36 pm (UTC)
Well, I guess it depends on the project :)
But sure, if my slow-ass phone modem can keep up, I'm game.
Paulmagicaltrevor on October 21st, 2005 08:34 pm (UTC)
Way, waaay too beautiful, you're right. I think the solo thing was a little uncomfortable, certainly. It's just difficult to say how uncomfortable. I mean, John is famous for his insecurities, but at the same time, they were such a unit in both their eyes and the public's it just wouldn't have been much of a possibility at the time. I don't really think anyone saw it as a real possibility enough to truly fear it, which was good, because I certainly don't feel like he ever seriously considered it during that time either. Anyway, I'm rambling.

(P.S. You are so lucky to be in America!)
*blinks* You know, you're actually right! I haven't felt lucky to be in America since that godwad got "elected". It's seriously been almost five years since I've even felt remotely lucky to be stuck here. I went abroad this summer and was embarrassed when the Germans recognised my accent. But you know, Paul doing this tour over here does make it worthwhile somehow. And we were really very honoured that he didn't play "Freedom"; we felt he was acknowledging our struggle against that destructive, nationalistic mindset. Okay, still rambling, . Thanks for your comments!
Oliviaolivia_y on October 22nd, 2005 01:45 am (UTC)
Haha, "elected" indeed.

Well, if you've got time (and yes, phone-modems are terrible things), have a look: http://www.livejournal.com/community/johnheartpaul/24141.html#cutid1 over at johnheartpaul.^^
the heart collector: Love handsummersiren on October 21st, 2005 01:12 pm (UTC)
'John instinctively hugged him back, taking in everything about Paul in this state. He was slightly damp and smelled of heat and lights and excitement, and John realized with a deep, compelling ache that Paul was shaking terribly. John tightened the embrace. He could feel himself start to grin uncontrollably, and he wanted Paul to feel it, feel as absolutely warm-happy as he did. He wanted to chase away that residual nervousness, replace it with pride, and he could tell he was succeeding, at least a little bit, as the trembling slowly subsided'.

Awww! I know that feeling! lol. You described it very well.

It was lovely and so worth of all the 'Awwwws'!
Paulmagicaltrevor on October 21st, 2005 08:37 pm (UTC)
Rock! I was hpoing you guys would know the feeling I was talking about. There's no word in the English language for it, I swear! Glad it made you "awww" :)
pepper4land on October 21st, 2005 07:45 pm (UTC)
Great.:) Thank you very much.I liked them both.Very-very nice.:)You made me a kind of happiness.
Paulmagicaltrevor on October 21st, 2005 08:38 pm (UTC)
Yes! There's now a new kind of happy. Beatle happy. More importantly, slash happy. Yay.
pepper4land on October 22nd, 2005 08:03 am (UTC)
Exactly!.:)
moms_envy on October 21st, 2005 08:42 pm (UTC)
Aw...love the fact that Paul was shaking...adds so much to the story, and to the hug.