I could've lied (John Frusciante FanFic)

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"I don't know Frances," he said nervously. I was trying to convince him to sing at the show. They were halfway through.

"John, they'll love it." I promised.
"If this fails," he warns.
"Go sing, live your life. You're only like, what, 19?"
"20 tomorrow." He said matter a factly.
"If you sing I'll like, I dunno, get you something for your birthday." I shrugged.
With Anthony's help.

"Fine, Fine." He finally said while I was pushing him towards the stage.
He grabbed his guitar and ran out, meeting Anthony in the center, telling him he would sing.
Anthony told the others while John made sure his microphone was on.

After yelling into his mic multiple times, and frantically turning it on and off, Anthony called John over to use his microphone instead.
John calmed down and gave a small grin. Meanwhile Anthony pulled me backstage once John was ready to go.

"How'd you convince him?" Anthony asked.
"Said I'd get him something for his birthday. Speaking of..." I trailed off, looking hopeful.
"I know exactly what he wants, we can do that right after the show, you and I can go get him something and we'll meet them back at the hotel." Anthony explained.

"But I'm supposed to w-"
"You're supposed to watch us. We're grown men, don't worry about it. I'm sure they can get to the hotel room just fine. Besides, we can always call Lindy." Anthony reasoned.

"Ok deal. I'll arrange for Someone to pick us up after the show." I agreed.
"Great, now let's hear that kids pipes." Anthony smirked, nodding at the stage.

John started playing his guitar and began singing Tiny Dancer by Elton John.

My jaw dropped, "Whoa!" I uttered, walking slowly towards the stage, as close as I could get to the stage without being seen.

I heard Anthony chuckle lightly, following me towards the stage. He put his hand on my back, stopping me before I went too far and in sight.

John finished his song with a loud scream and beamed as he ran back to us.
"You did it!" I exclaimed, throwing my hands up. I knew he could do it.

He surprised me when he put his arms around me, picking me off my feet, making me grab his shoulders in fear that he'd drop me.
"We gotta go back out bud, put Frankie down." Anthony laughed, helping me get out of John's grip.

"Okay I'll sneak out the back while the guys are in the dressing room, I called Lindy to get them to the hotel. You call a cab during our last song and go wait for me. Cool?" Anthony explained.

"Got it." I nodded.
"Alright, see you then." He smiled, shoving me playfully and running back out on stage with John behind him.