Something In The Way She Moves (Beatles Fan Fiction)

I Want to Hold Your Hand

The rest of the evening did go better then that one sour moment. Tessa and Paul joined the rest of the audience inside the theater and enjoyed the rest of the show.

For Tessa, it was like magic. Especially, watching Margot Fonteyn and Rudolf Nureyev dance the Pas De Deux.

"Do you see how they dance?" Tessa leaned over and whispered in Paul's ear as Rudolf and Margot shined as the Prince and the Sugar Plum Fairy. "The way they move, all that.. passion in their steps. It's like watching two lovers."

Paul nodded. "Yeah, exactly."

"Except, Margot Fonteyn is close to twenty years older then Rudolf, and they say Rudolf's interests are less... conventional." Tessa said as she gestured down to Paul's lap when he looked confused at her meaning.

"Ohhh." Paul blushed when he understood her meaning.

"That's what I love about ballet. It's more then just dance; it's a story." She watched the stage, captivated by the beautiful performance. "I mean, just look. Even without words, you can still understand what's going on by just their movement. There's something so beautiful about it that I just can't describe with words." She finished as she continued to watch the show.

"I think you just did." Paul said. But when Tessa turned to him in surprise, he had already gone back to watching the show.

When the ballet was over, Paul and Tessa stayed just long enough to watch the curtain call. They both stood and applauded along with the rest of the audience. When it was Charlie's turn to take a bow with the rest of the Corps De Ballet, Tessa whistled so loud, she swore the little smirk on his face was because he heard her. After Charlie's bow, Tessa carried on with her indifferent clapping, the kind most people did when they just wanted to get home, but weren't rude enough to actually stand up and leave. But when Margot and Rudolf stepped out to take their bows, Tessa couldn't help but whoop and shout along with the rest of the patrons. They were both so graceful, even when they took their bows. Tessa was transfixed by the way Margot held herself, like she was a swan about to take flight; and by how Rudolf managed to look both soft and gentle and muscular and strong at the same time.

She was so focused on the stage, she didn't even realize Paul had moved until she felt a tug on her arm.

"Wha-" Tessa stumbled on the seat edge and nearly face planted.

"Let's go, luv. I don't wanna be here when they notice me through all that clapping." Paul reasoned as the two slipped through the isle, dodging various people, before escaping out the door.

They ran through the light snowfall, all the way back to the dorm. Paul stood by the open window and said goodnight to Tessa.

"Since you're going to be all alone for Christmas, maybe you can come to one of our shows? The boys would love to see you again, I'm sure." Paul persuaded her.

"That sounds like fun." Tessa coyly replied.

"Swell." Paul grinned after her agreement to his idea. "I'll call you tomorrow, then." He jumped up on the window ledge and gave Tessa a quick, smacking kiss on the cheek. Then he hopped down and took off down the street.

"Where are you going!" Tessa shouted after him.

"Towards the car!" He yelled back, not even bothering to turn around. "The driver is waiting for me around the corner!"

"You made him wait this whole time?!" Tessa loudly questioned.

"That's what he's payed for!" Paul sprinted down the street and rounded the corner. His legs kicked up and he almost collided with the side of  a brick building. "Jeezus... Aw Shite!" He exclaimed as he landed on the frozen sidewalk.