Be Happy, Baby [*RESTRICTED VERSION*] [slash- boyxboy]

Be Happy, Baby [*RESTRICTED VERSION*] Ch. 8

Here's another chapter that I'm sure would be considered restriction-worthy :)

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Disclaimer!: I own no Beatles or their songs. This is merely fiction written by a fan.

CHAPITRE HUIT(8)

The boys exited the plane to their usual frenzy. Fans were surging all around them going extra crazy when they caught a glimpse of the boys. John looked around and waved and put on a smile as you do, his smile growing into a genuine one when he saw more than one sign reading “Welcome Back John!”

They didn’t stand around long, being quickly ushered into a car and driven to the stadium. It was only about 5 in the evening so they had about one hour for their press conference and another half an hour to just to muck about.

John said exactly what he was told to say in regards to his rumored suicide attempt at the conference, making it clear that he’s had a touch of the flu and just couldn’t keep any food down. It was a lie of course, but Brian didn’t even want to know the real reason that he’d accidentally starved himself. In fact, he hadn’t even asked.

The day zoomed by quickly and before he knew it, John was already dressed in his Beatle suit waiting to go on stage. The fans were already screaming and they hadn’t even seen any of the four mop-topped boys yet.

“Ready John?” Paul asked him with a smile, elbowing John playfully. John’s mind melted into a puddle of goo seeing the bassist smiling so sweetly at him, but on the outside he just put on his arrogant grin and nodded.

“Alright everybody. Are you ready for The Beatles?!” The place erupted into high-pitched hysterics.

John really was ready. He felt great and giddy and ready to take on that stage. Paul came over to him and absentmindedly started straightening the rhythm guitarist’s tie like he sometimes did. John acted annoyed and playfully swatted him away although he really just wanted Paul to keep touching him.

“Well then ladies and gentlemen here they are… The Beatles!” 

The four lads walked out on stage confidently like they owned it, and for about 45 minutes they did.

Their first concert at the Hollywood Bowl went very well, no fainting and the like. Well, at least not on the band’s end. John often caught himself looking over at Paul for no particular reason other than to just look at Paul throughout the whole thing. The bassist caught him too, but he’d only give him a dazzling grin and keep on singing. The boys were in their prime when they performed, and the adrenaline would pump through their veins for hours afterwards.

By the time they got to ‘Long Tall Sally’, the closer of their show, they were all practically floating from how pumped they were. The crowd had been better than usual when it came to the screaming and John was pretty sure they could actually hear their songs for a change. Which was definitely a plus.

Paul belted it out like a champ, his vocals never failing him. John was enraptured just watching him, little fluttery thingys dancing around in his stomach whenever he’d smile and wink at the crowd. Paul looked over and caught rhythm guitarist staring once again but just smiled, much to John’s relief.

The concert came to an end and the four took their overdramatic bows and walked off the stage.

“That was wonderful boys!” Brian said to when they came within earshot, beaming at them proudly. “Now go get changed and be ready for the party.” He led them over to the makeshift dressing room-trailer-thing before walking off.

Seemingly oblivious to the still present tension between the two, Brian had put John and Paul together in one dressing room with George and Ringo in the other.