Once In A Lifetime (Katy Perry/John Mayer Fanfic)

Chapter Four: An Irresolute Katy

And there, right in front of me, stood the John Mayer.

I was in shock that John... John Mayer was standing right in front of me. I'd been a fan of him for years and years, and I was more than embarrassed that not only was I not exactly watching where I was going, but I looked like shit. Of course.

"How are you? You look like you're in a rush to get somewhere," he chuckled, combing his fingers through his long curly locks of chestnut brown hair, which I'd noticed he'd grown out since the last time I'd seen him. It was now shoulder length, almost making him look a different person entirely.

"I think I'm in more of a rush to get out of here," I slightly laughed back, unsure where the laugh came from but I went with it anyway. "I am... well, thank you, how're you?" I managed to lie without hesitation, in fact I didn't even notice the words coming out of my mouth until I'd finished talking and there was a little silence.

Since my career blossomed back in 2008 after 'I Kissed A Girl' was released, John and I had become somewhat acquaintances, I guess you could say, after running into one another at award shows and ceremonies. I always got incredibly nervous around him, like a school girl. He was just this incredible musician and also seemed like a very sweet, down-to-earth guy, and I liked that. He worked hard for, and preserved his craft, and I truly admired that - because I could understand that.

Not only that, but he was an amazing guitar player. I could never compare to his incredible talent.

"Tough day at the studio?" He asked, his eyes glistening. I couldn't help but notice how good looking he was without effort. I guess I'd never noticed when we'd been talking due to how nervous I always was.

"You could say that," I laughed, sighing a little. "I've just been told to have two songs written by next Friday for my film."

"Ouch, that's a tough one. Well, if you need any help, I do know someone who just happens to be a somgwriter, too, of sorts," He said, giving a slight chuckle, his eyes sparkling as he talked.

"I'll remember that, I am a big fan of your work," I quipped back, giving him a small wink and a tiny giggle, weirdly feeling like myself again. I couldn't remember the last time my personality came out to play... It'd been a long time.

Was this a sign there was a small chance I could get better?

"Well, in that case, you should give me your phone. You'd need my number right?" He asked, giving me an amused look as he folded his arms goofily.

"I guess so," I giggled nervously, kinda weirded out at the whole exchanging phone numbers with John Mayer situation. He was so down-to-earth and nice. I mean I'd always known that of course, but we hadn't really talked that much. I was always too nervous to approach him.

"Would you believe it? The Katy Perry, getting the John Mayer's phone number. Juicy!" He chuckled, making me laugh with him, noticing how my nose crinkled as I giggled, slightly covering it with my hand. God, I was so embarrassing.

"And I guess I'll get yours too," He joked, rolling his eyes as he dramatically got his phone out of the pocket of his jeans, making me slightly giggle despite my face feeling all stiff and tingly from my near-crying incident before. I noticed how the tears had cleared up and I could actually see properly now, noticing all the features about John.

I slid my phone out of my handbag and handed it to John, taking his in my hands and opening the contacts app in his iPhone to place my phone number in. I doubt I would ever even contact him anyway, but the experience was pretty great regardless. I was just a huge fan of him - I remember going to his shows before I made it big myself and being in complete awe of his nurtured talent.