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[sirjaggernaut]

The middle of a circus ring is a good place to give orders from. Mick supposed he gave a lot of them, but only what had to be given, in his opinion. He had a microphone and a megaphone, and used them both, but neither of them seemed to work out. The megaphone was too square for his taste, like some kind of school days phys-ed control freak. And the

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[somethinggeorge]

George Harrison scanned the milling crowd of familiar faces. Of course, he knew just about everyone on the bill for the evening's performance. Should be a laugh to watch all these massive egos that normally competed with one another suddenly trying to cooperate on a unified performance

[queenofnutopia]

Finally getting frustrated with the lack of her husband, Yoko got up to find him, only to spot none other than George Harrison standing not too far away, seemingly enjoying the spectacle. She grit her teeth. While it was pleasant to see someone who she knew as more than a casual acquaintance, she wasn't overly pleased to see a reminder of the frustration that had been the Beatles. Each and every one of those bastards had given her and John a hard time, especially Paul (nowhere to be found, thank god), and so facing George was going to be a tad bit awkward.

But to get to John, she had to pass him, so a face-to-face encounter was inevitable. And George wasn't a bad person, really. John liked him a lot anyway. She strolled right up to him and smiled slightly. "Hello George, it's been a little while. How are things?"

[somethinggeorge]

(OOC: I'm not sure who speaks for Julian, who was sitting with Yoko earlier, but since Dad and Yoko are both there with him, I'm going to assume that somebody will step forward and reply?)

Before Eric could answer, George heard a familiar voice and the mystery of Yoko’s whereabouts was solved. Steeling himself to deal with the unpleasantness likely to ensue, he turned in her direction and found his frizzy-haired nemesis sporting an odd little grimace and trailing Julian behind. Funny that John had chosen this occasion to spend time with Julian!

“Yoko!” he answered trying to sound enthusiastic. “Who’ve we got here, then?” He put his hand on the boy’s shoulder and leaned down to speak to him in a quiet voice. “Come ‘ead, Jules. Good to see you!” Julian silently surveyed his father’s friend whom he’d not seen in some time. “What do you think of all this, eh?” George asked with real interest.

[queenofnutopia]

Yoko narrowed her eyes slightly. "This whole thing is.....interesting, to say the least. At least John's having fun." She sighed slightly and looked towards John again, who was still talking to Mick. "He's engrossed with talking to the others. Like a child at christmas."

An unsettling silence fell, and Yoko fidgeted with her outfit slightly. "So....what songs are you going to play?"

[somethinggeorge]

George ruffled Julian's hair and gave the boy a fond smile. Clearly, he was not going to answer with Yoko there. George couldn't blame him really.

He turned his attention back to John's girlfriend reluctantly. "Oh, I'm not playing. I'm just hear to watch. Eric seemed to want me to come along," he explained with a nod in Eric's direction.

"And you? Are you playing?" God, he hoped not. That shrill screech she did was not his cup of tea. It set his teeth on edge.

[queenofnutopia]

Brightening slightly, she nodded. "Me and John will be doing a few duets together, and I may do a solo, if I can convince Mick to let me." Yoko grinned. The prospect of singing for a captive audience cheered her up slightly. Maybe this would be her chance to show herself off as a serious rock star, and not just the japanese cling-on to a famous singer.

After all, she wasn't the only one who liked the sound of her voice, right?

Julian had started to inch off, obviously eager to attatch himself to his father, and Yoko grabbed his hand. She had promised to look after him, for John. Not because she liked the boy. He was, however, inexplicably important to John, so it would be better if she didn't lose him.

[somethinggeorge]

A few duets. George couldn't believe Mick would be willing to give Yoko that much air time but he held his tongue. He cast about for some mindless pleasantry to avoid discussing her musical abilities.

"Mick's got his hands full keeping this lot in line!" he began. He suddenly noticed John heading towards them, his expression grim.

"How's John been feeling today?" he asked, wondering if they were in for a fit of the famous Lennon temper. "Nervous about the show? He isn't looking well, is he?"

[pure1magination]

"he's not overly nervous, no. John seems happy to be around the others, for the most part anyway." She bit her lip thoughtfully. "But he is rather nervous. It's his first time performing without....you know." her eyes narrowed. Didnt want to even mention the bastard.

[lennonofbag]

The sight of his girlfriend engaged in what was clearly an awkward conversation caused an unpleasant lurch in his stomach. He swore under his breath and headed toward them. Hadn't taken George long to corner her--he'd better not be pulling one of his usual stunts, bad-mouthing her to her face. He'd have the bastard if he tried it again

[somethinggeorge]

In a deceptively soft-spoken tone, George parried the insult to his friend, “Ah, there’s your mistake, you see. Eric’s not looking for his mum to hold his hand or find him his next fix. That’s your bag. And judging by your mood, I’d say you must be itching for it right about now. ” George turned to Yoko, “Isn’t that right, Mother? Got something for our John to fix him right up?”

[ericclapper]

"Eric?" he asked, nudging him with his elbow. "Mick's over there. Reckon we should see him first?"Three days ago Mick had handed him a few pills before floating through the thin curtain that separated his room from the rest of the flat, calling back to him, ardent, "Take them. Follow me." Eric could remember his head dancing sluggish on his neck, his desire urging him on. 'Follow...' He'd popped the pills this afternoon, a bit of regret over falling asleep on Mick, a relentless drive to feel that way around someone else. Someone who might not eat him alive

[lennonofbag]

Moving to face George, he forced a smile at the self-satisfied bastard. "What I need, Yoko provides. In every respect."

He held his gaze for a moment before continuing. "Personally, I think you're just pissed that you landed yourself with a clothes-horse instead of a partner. No wonder you're so busy chasing God for fulfillment."

He turned slightly on catching Eric's last few words, sneering a little at his close proximity to Yoko.

"As for you, I applaud the sentiment but the question has to be asked..." he leant over, looking him in the eye. "Do you ever keep your fucking hands to yourself, Clapton? Really, I'm curious."

[ericclapper]

Tumultuous Lennon, typical.

Lennon of the brusque and scathing repartee. Lennon of the fiery posturing. Lennon, intent on reminding everyone in the vicinity that he would bend over for no one.

But he was under duress, wasn't he?

He was broken hearted.

Eric smiled lackadaisically and replied. "Why would she want bangers when she already has caviar?"

[somethinggeorge]

George’s eyes caught John’s in a fixed stare as he replied, “Eric, he wasn’t referring to Yoko. I think he knows he’s got her all to himself.”

“What I need, Yoko provides. In every respect.”

Cunt! Lennon and that Japanese tart really deserved each other. Funny she still hadn’t figured things out despite gluing herself to John at home, in the studio, even in the loo. I hope he makes her wipe his arse for him, George thought maliciously.

Aloud, he continued “We’re all glad you’ve found the perfect all-providing mum at last, John. But, as I just said, not all of us share your particular bag. Bit incestuous for my taste.”

The look on Yoko’s face provided some satisfaction as he plunged ahead. In for a penny, in for a pound when it came to John, after all. “Personally, I’m glad Pattie’s chosen to keep her clothes on in front of the camera. Call her a clothes-horse if you will. Just keep your hands off. We’ve had our tiffs over that one enough in the past, haven’t we, son?”

[lennonofbag]

Trust that doped up wanker to misunderstand. George knew, though. Good. The real giveaway was the increase in acidity, which he knew from experience was a sure sign that something had hit home

[ericclapper]

Lennon's angry words slipped carelessly into his ears and stung worse than he could've intended. Leave it to John to pervert the meaning, twist the words, turn the well-intended ego massage into a full-on assault of his worth. John's whiskey and nicotine-laced breath hovered between them like plague. What was left to do?

"You...loud and clear, John."

Eric turned back to the rest of the group. "Off to find Mick. Check in. I'll find you later, George."