For LedZeppelini
- December 10, 1968 -
You were tidying up your flat a little, waiting for your friend Keith to call you back, he was really busy helping his singer Mick organize the concert they were throwing tomorrow. You fluffed a few throw pillows on your couch, before hearing the telephone in the kitchen. You ran to answer it, picking up the receiver. "Hey, Y/N." "Hey, Keith." You pulled out a kitchen chair and sat down. "Okay, baby, I've got something you need to do." Keith said. You rolled your eyes. "What now Keith, you've had me running all over the place with you and Mick these past few weeks." He laughed a raspy laugh through the telephone. "It's nothing big this time, Y/N. I just want you to be here tomorrow around twelve noon, can you do that for me?" You nodded your head 'yes'. Even though he couldn't see you. "Of course, Keith. I was going no matter if you said I could or not." Keith laughed again. "That's my girl, so I'll see you at twelve?" "Yeah, I'll be there. What do I need to wear?" You questioned him, pushing a stray crumb across the table top. "Um, wear something pop, you know, hip. Just whatever though, doesn't matter, we are giving everybody somethin' anyways." "Alright then, I'll see what I can do." "Okay, I'll see you tomorrow, Y/N. I've gotta go Bill needs me to do something, I don't know." "I'll see you tomorrow Keith." "Alright, bye." You put the phone back up and began to stress a little, what the hell were you going to wear, there would be so many musician's there and so many cool people. You walked up stairs to your bedroom, readying yourself for the task.
-The next day- December 11 1968 -
After yesterdays talk with Keith you got up the day of filming and put the outfit you picked out on and applied some makeup and fixed your hair. Once you arrived at the venue you went around back so you could get in the venue, once you walked around you saw Charlie Watts was standing at the back door, with his arms crossed smoking a cigarette. You walked a little faster over to him, ready to go inside and see what kinds of stuff was going on. "Hey, Charlie." He glanced up at you giving you a lazy smile. "Hello, Y/N. Keith made me stand out here, to wait for you." Your eyebrow rose. "Why, how long have you been out here?" He shook his head to the side. "Ten minutes maybe." "Well, I'm here now, let's go inside." You said enthusiastically. "Alright." Charlie took another long hit of his cigarette before throwing it across the parking area. You opened the door to the backstage area to see all kinds of people walking around trying to get things done, before filming took place. "Everybody is probably this way, in the dressing area if you want to find Keith." Charlie said, pointing towards the left side of the building. You glanced that way only to see one of your favorite bands standing there, you knew they'd be here, but less then ten feet from you and Charlie were all the members of The Who. You were mentally exploding they were so cool looking in person. You saw Keith Moon start jumping up and down hitting Pete, Roger stood there laughing. John was just smiling at the situation. Keith started yelling at you and Charlie. Charlie cracked a smile and walked over to the group of men, you followed him obviously wanting to meet The Who. "Hey, Charlie. Who is this?" Pete asked, greeting you both. "Oh, this is Y/N. She a friend of the band, she helped put the show together." Roger nodded and stuck his head out. "Nice to meet you, I'm Roger Daltrey." He gave you a seductive smile, you gladly shook his hand. "Not to sound like- obsessive, but I know. I love The Who." Pete smiled and stuck his hand out next for you to shake, they all introduced themselves and your eyes landed on John standing behind everyone. He slowly looked up at you, his blue eyes connecting with yours. "Hi, there." He greeted, breaking his silence. You smiled warmly at the handsome dark headed man. "Hi." You stuck your small hand out to him, which he gladly took in his. "I'm John." "I'm Y/N." "It's good- to meet you." He said genuinely. You could hear Keith talking Charlie up behind you, as you and John interacted. "You're a really good bass player." You said, feeling lame afterwards, he probably thought you were a crazy groupie or something. But he seemed delighted. "Thank you, sweetheart." You obviously were blushing like mad at him calling you 'sweetheart' but you tried not to show it. "So, you guys are going to be preforming today?" You questioned him, he nodded. "Yes, we're going on second. After Jethro Tull- I think." "That's really groovy." Just then Keith Richards came bounding to the back door. "Hey, Charlie! Is Y/N here yet I want her to meet The Who." Charlie laughed. "She's already here, we ran into them on the way to the dressing room." "Yeah, we've already met the lovely girl." Roger stated giving you eyes again. You could see John slink back behind you. "Oh, good. Nice to see ya'." Keith laughed, walking over to you giving you a friendly hug. "I just wanted to make sure you got along alright." "Well I did, thanks, Keith." "You're sitting in the front row right?" Keith questioned, standing back. "Yeah, I'd like to think so." "Okay, well, whenever we start filming- everybody is the audience are wearing long ponchos and hats, so hope you're okay with that." You laughed a little. "Yeah, it'll be fun." "Groovy, I'm gonna run, get some shit done, right. Charlie here I'm sure he's got something he can be doing too." Keith said, pointing a long finger at Charlie, who just rolled his eyes. "Like hell." Keith laughed at Charlie's response and trotted away. "Hey, why don't we go do a sound check, Y/N, you can come watch." Keith Moon suggested, nodded his head for the approval from the rest of the band. "Sounds good to me, let's go." Pete yelled, pulling the curtain open. Roger followed him, Keith ran out of the backstage area like a bat out of hell. And John just casually walked behind everyone, you walked beside him, glancing over at his stunning features. He glanced over at you once catching you looking at him. John looked down quickly a little smile on his lips, before climbing up on the stage. "Hey, Y/N. I'm going to go backstage and unload my drums, are you alright here for a while?" Charlie questioned stopping you at the edge of the stage. "Yeah, I'll be alright, thanks." He nodded and walked back through the curtain, leaving you with the others. "Come take a seat." Pete said, throwing his hand around. You spotted a small stool next to the stage and brought it over next to the drums, behind where John was standing. Pete counted and the band began rehearsing. You watched in awe as one of your favorite bands, rehearsed right in front of you, you were sitting on the stage! Every once in a while you watched John look over your way, your eyes almost stayed glued to him, he was so perfect and he played so good. They played a couple of songs, they even asked you what they should play, of course you gave them one of your favorites and they happily rehearsed it. After they got done, Crew said they needed to move the stage again, so you and the guys went to go fetch some water from backstage. You guys went to the back and saw Mick talking to John Lennon, by one of the dressing room. "Here we go." Pete said, grabbing a bottled water, taking a long drink. John went and sat down by the window, he kept his eyes on you and you couldn't help but to walk over to him. "Can I sit with you?" He looked up at you and nodded 'Yes'. "So how was it?" He questioned, you looked at him confused. "The rehearsal?" Oh, okay. "Wonderful, you guys are great!" "I'm glad you think that. I don't want to sound creepy but has anyone ever told you- you have the most beautiful eyes." John said, leaning toward you. You could feel your breath catch in your throat, John Entwistle thought you had beautiful eyes! "Thank you, John. Well I don't want sound creepy either but, your eyes are quite lovely as well." "That doesn't sound creepy at all, thank you. So- how did you and Keith meet, I remember Charlie saying you two were old friends?" "Oh, me and Keith used to live near each other when were in school. We've been friends ever since." "That's cool, Keith's a good guy." You nodded, "Yeah, he is, he's Keith." You laughed, making light of the situation, making sure John picked up on the fact you and Keith weren't like- a thing. "Can I ask you something else, Y/N?" John questioned, rubbing his hands together nervously. "Anything." You stated. "Do you have a boyfriend?" You bit your lip and shook your head 'no'. "No, I don't actually." He swallowed a lump in his throat. "I know we haven't really- we don't really know one another. But, how would you like to go to dinner with me some night?" You smiled bright. "I would absolutely adore that John." He smiled back at you. "I really want to get to know you, Y/N." "I'd like to get to know you too, really." "Well, it's settled then, I'm taking you out. How does Friday sound?" You thought in your head about if you had anything to do that day, you didn't. "That sounds great. Do want to exchange numbers or something?" "Sure, that's a good idea. Here." John stood up and grabbed a pen and a piece of scrap paper laying around and Scribbled his name and number down. "Will you write yours down too?" He asked handing you the number. "Yes, of course." You ripped the note in half and jotted your name and home number down, double checking to make sure it was right, before handing it to him. "Thanks, Y/N. It's going to be nice spending the day with you." He commented, putting the paper with your information in his pocket. You smiled at him, "It really will be."
(Is this okay, I tried. So, hope it's okay.)
