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Title: Don't Make It Bad
Pairing: Paul/George
Rating: PG
Word Count: 500
Disclaimer: Not real
Prompt: #5: Music
Summary: Paul and George argue over guitars in Hey Jude
The evening session didn't start out well. During one of the practices I played an answer on my guitar to every line of his vocal. Personally, I thought it was a good idea. Paul, predictably, didn't. He put up with it and waited until after we finished the song to have a go at me for 'ruining' his song. I tried to tell him it was only a rehearsal and it wasn't hurting anyone. Not that he listened. In the end I had to resort to childish measures to get my point across.
"Tell him, John."
"Paul, you're being a prick." John said without looking up from his crossword.
"You forgot bossy."
"Fine.” He pushed his glasses up his nose. “Bossy prick."
"Look, George, all I said was I didn't think it sounded good."
He knows I hate it when he gets all passive aggressive like that. He thinks he can say anything as long as he uses a calm, authoritative voice. John's right, he is a prick.
"No, it's because it's your song. It's fine when you want to mess about with our songs, but as soon as it your song, no one else gets a look in. We're supposed to be a group, you know. But you never listen to a word anyone else says unless it's suits you."
Paul sighed. "I just don't think it's the right sound for the song."
"Can't you just let me try it again, Paul."
Another sigh, more agitated. "Let's give it another go then."
He sat down at the piano resignedly and started singing. "Hey Jude, don't make it bad...."
I did the same thing again. This time it was clearly grating on him and he ordered me to stop barely a minute in.
John threw his paper to one side and asked the room at large, "Is that it, argument over? Can we eat now."
"I suppose that's his majesty's decision," I said, glaring over at Paul.
"I think that's all we can cope with tonight, lads. Unless you want to go and have tea and meet back in two hours or so?"
"You turn up in two hours and find out for yourself." I turned away and walked out of the room.
In the car park Paul caught up with me. He grabbed at my arm and pulled me into the shadows.
"You all think I'm a bossy prick then?"
"I actually told him to say git, you know."
"Bossy git or just git?"
I smiled. "Depends.”
"So d'you still want to come round to mine for lunch or you alright here?"
"What do think, Paul? You might annoy the hell out of me sometimes but that doesn't stop me loving you." I give him a quick squeeze but let go before anyone can come past and see.
"I'll go and just fetch my jacket. Oh, and George?"
"Yeah?"
"Let's agree to stop arguing about music for a couple of hours, okay?"
I nodded. That was fine by me.
Pairing: Paul/George
Rating: PG
Word Count: 500
Disclaimer: Not real
Prompt: #5: Music
Summary: Paul and George argue over guitars in Hey Jude
The evening session didn't start out well. During one of the practices I played an answer on my guitar to every line of his vocal. Personally, I thought it was a good idea. Paul, predictably, didn't. He put up with it and waited until after we finished the song to have a go at me for 'ruining' his song. I tried to tell him it was only a rehearsal and it wasn't hurting anyone. Not that he listened. In the end I had to resort to childish measures to get my point across.
"Tell him, John."
"Paul, you're being a prick." John said without looking up from his crossword.
"You forgot bossy."
"Fine.” He pushed his glasses up his nose. “Bossy prick."
"Look, George, all I said was I didn't think it sounded good."
He knows I hate it when he gets all passive aggressive like that. He thinks he can say anything as long as he uses a calm, authoritative voice. John's right, he is a prick.
"No, it's because it's your song. It's fine when you want to mess about with our songs, but as soon as it your song, no one else gets a look in. We're supposed to be a group, you know. But you never listen to a word anyone else says unless it's suits you."
Paul sighed. "I just don't think it's the right sound for the song."
"Can't you just let me try it again, Paul."
Another sigh, more agitated. "Let's give it another go then."
He sat down at the piano resignedly and started singing. "Hey Jude, don't make it bad...."
I did the same thing again. This time it was clearly grating on him and he ordered me to stop barely a minute in.
John threw his paper to one side and asked the room at large, "Is that it, argument over? Can we eat now."
"I suppose that's his majesty's decision," I said, glaring over at Paul.
"I think that's all we can cope with tonight, lads. Unless you want to go and have tea and meet back in two hours or so?"
"You turn up in two hours and find out for yourself." I turned away and walked out of the room.
In the car park Paul caught up with me. He grabbed at my arm and pulled me into the shadows.
"You all think I'm a bossy prick then?"
"I actually told him to say git, you know."
"Bossy git or just git?"
I smiled. "Depends.”
"So d'you still want to come round to mine for lunch or you alright here?"
"What do think, Paul? You might annoy the hell out of me sometimes but that doesn't stop me loving you." I give him a quick squeeze but let go before anyone can come past and see.
"I'll go and just fetch my jacket. Oh, and George?"
"Yeah?"
"Let's agree to stop arguing about music for a couple of hours, okay?"
I nodded. That was fine by me.