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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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[balaurul]

"C'mon, Mr. Jones, Mr. Jagger wants you out in the ring

[sirjaggernaut]

Mick had gotten a couple more laughs out of crowd and was feeling good. He sucked from a water bottle and left the volume of the crowd at a dull rhubarb to look at his schedule. This schedule had crossings out, rewritten times and his own italicised scribble all over it. Most words and sentences had exclaimation marks piled up at their neither ends, emphasising the unreadable.

"For fuck's sake," frustrated with himself, "anyone got a magnifying glass?" He had crossed out who was meant to be filmed at two 'o' clock and now he couldn't read who he had replaced them with.

A flash of silver fur out of the corner of his eye, and strawlike hair, got him swivelling and jogging in its direction.

"Brian. Brian. Can you read this mate? You always used to be able to read my writing when I couldn't. What does this say? Come on, wake up." Lightly backhanding him with his fingers. "For fuck's sake mate, have a shave. Nobody has a beard nowadays."

[jonesiestone]

"Brian. Brian. Can you read this mate? You always used to be able to read my writing when I couldn't. What does this say? Come on, wake up."

This - what - a sudden interruption, someone crossing his bleary vision and swimming into full focus as if through a fog - someone coming up through a curtain of water in a pool - what?

The slight backhand woke Brian up in an abrupt, slight sting that jolted him into unbelievable reality and made him take an uncertain step back with the rush of it all; he felt as if he had suddenly been dropped a full story to land on the ground of the now-clear gloom of the room behind the stage and the shock of it made him take in a breath sharply as he caught the tale end of Mick's request. "For fuck's sake mate, have a shave. Nobody has a beard nowadays."The singer was holding a piece of paper towards him inquiringly, looking impatient - he wanted Brian to read it, was that it? Taking another slow breath, the slightly pudgy guitarist tried to clamp down on his wandering wits and focused on Mick's sharply-

[petedbtowser]

Pete felt something just sort of ridiculous in his poncho, though the fact that everyone else was donning the crazy things made him feel slightly better. He was sitting near the bottom of the bleachers, elbow on one knee, chin resting on his hand with a look of utmost boredom upon his features.

He watched Mick strut (strutting, even when not performing. Pete didn't know whether to be impressed or slightly pissed off) into the middle of the ring, calling everyone's attention.

"We can't have the Who performing in yellow ponchos and hats, can we? Or can we?" Mick glanced over in the Who's direction, where Pete's face must have looked very confused indeed.

"Uh... Moony?" Pete stood up straight and swiveled around to face the drummer, currently in the middle of making a few teenage girls alternately swoon and giggle hysterically.

"And anyways, I told him, I said... Yes, Pete, dear boy. What is it?" Keith's voice was amusingly posh and affected; Pete nearly cracked a smile.

"Are we playing now? I thought..." He looked back

[kim_k_moon]

Froom a distance, Kim Kerrigan Moon watched everything unfold- half bemused, half unsure what to think. She did a lot of watching these days; it made the days pass. Not that she didn't love certain aspects of her life, for it was charmed indeed. She was married to the love of her life, a beautiful young man who adored her to no end. Theirs was a high-drama relationship, but love always seemed to win in the end. She also had her precious Mandy to occupy her days; much as she loved raising her baby girl, Kim relished this opportunity to leave her to doting relatives and spend some time being the girl she herself still was

[keithloon]

It was only some time later, and after patting himself down showily, and delaying the visit with a foaming beer and a laugh, that Keith stopped by the rows of rock stars' mates to find his own. He didn't need to scan the seats for Kim; his eyes locked to her face immediately and he clambered over ladies and their bags, with several apologies and kisses on the cheek to varied women, to make his path to Kim straight from where he had been standing to her.

"Faggies, dear Kimmy. Do you have them?" Fluffing at her hair with his short hands. Deciding making her hair a little bit rumpled was worth the feel of it under his palms.

[kim_k_moon]

Kim giggled at the mussing of her hair as she stared into his shining dark eyes. She pulled Keith into a kingering kiss, his hands still wrapped in her hair while hers played with his collar

[queenofnutopia]

(OOC: ok, I figured I'd just hop right in here. Forgive me for anything I get wrong, I've never actually seen the R&R circus, just the bit with the Plastic Ono band *embarrassed*)

Amidst the hullabaloo and chaos that was present, a pair of stone-cold brown eyes glanced lazily over it all. Seeing it without noticing.

Yoko was bored.

John had gone off, in his excitable way, to talk and frolick or whatever with friends and fellow stars. Yoko had no real place in all of this. She hardly knew anyone outside of brief meetings, when John would drag her over to meet such-and-such, but there was no one she felt an immediate connection to. Not even a passing interest, even. They were all rather below her.

[lennonofbag]

OOC:// Ok, so I'm starting a new comment as the box is getting mooshed up. This is in response to this thread (I posted this as a new comment yesterday, as no-one's responded I'm taking the opportunity to move it to the new Yoko thread, given the Joined At The Hip-ness of johnandyoko I figure they'll be side by side before long ;-) Also, edited slightly. Sorry for the confusion).

The last comment was this, from Mick:

Mick had a very impressive pout.

"We haven't finished talking about Brian. You can't just have your say and bugger on to the next topic like that. You always do that. Think you can just -- " An irritated little wriggle.BIC

[mickjaggernaut]

He choked, half-jokingly, at the series of insults. He didn't bother to think up a few of his own and instead whirled away for a moment, flicking his warm scarf over his shoulder. The scarf was rendered a little useless by the bare chest beneath it, to point at his watch and direct it toward a lingering stagehand. Then he was back again.

"He needs to sort himself out in time for filming."

[jonesiestone]

Brian, having scowled and retreated a bit without putting up a fight at Mick's snide comment about playing the maracas, was still looking over the list that he was slightly perplexed to find still in his hand when he caught the last sentence in the quiet conversation between John and Mick. He had known that they were talking about him as John had come to his defence, but that nausea was still coming back and forth and so he had resigned himself to keeping quiet for the next few minutes.

He needs to sort himself out...

At first, Mick's tone worried him - it sounded like whoever they were talking about was in real trouble, and it could only someone at the circus and therefore probably a friend. As the last part of the sentence processed, however, he realised abruptly that it was him being talked about and winced as if struck. Going on and on about him to people in other bands now...? For Chrissakes

[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?"

George and Julian

[somethinggeorge]

“I need to calm down,” George told himself, fingering the beads he kept in his pocket as he repeated his mantra silently to himself. But “fucking prick” was the mantra he found himself repeating in place of the more soothing Hare Krishna chant. He strode purposefully across the stage, nodding absently in response to greetings from the musicians gathered in small groups for the show

Re: George and Julian

[kim_k_moon]

Kim soon found herself bored sitting with the other girls, who seemed to merely want to smoke their grass and drink champagne. That was all fine and good, but the conversation was vapid. She scanned the room for someone to talk to, for it was obvious her husband was quite engaged with that Japanese artist that John Lennon had gotten himself involved with. Kim felt a pang of sympathy for Cynthia Lennon; she'd met her several times and liked her quite a bit, and rather felt she was getting the raw end of the deal (though she'd never express this sympathy to Keith).
She sighted George Harrison seated off to the side of the action, playing the guitar to entertain John and Cynthia's boy Julian. She waved to George and received a nod in return. Kim, surprised to see a child of Julian's age here at such an event, decided to wander over to see if maybe they wanted some extra company.

Re: George and Julian

[somethinggeorge]

George patiently played several songs for Julian, smiling encouragingly as the boy showed signs of cheering up a little. In the midst of “You Are My Sunshine,” George glanced around and noticed Kim Moon waving from across the room. George smiled and nodded. The Moons were a fun couple. Pattie and Kim got on well together whenever their paths chanced to cross.

A few minutes later, George was pleased to see Kim approaching. Being a mum herself, maybe she’d have ideas for cheering up and entertaining a six year old.

“Kimmie,” he said, flashing the trademark Harrison grin. “Good to see you. Have you met Julian, John’s son?”

Re: George and Julian

[lennonofbag]

"Aye, she's met him." John interjected, pulling Julian onto his lap as he took a seat next to George. "I think this little bloke here was rather taken with her, weren't you son?"

God, the boy was quiet. Too much time spent moping around with his mother. Today would do him good, bring him out of himself.