Beatles Imagines (Slow Uploads) [Temporarily Discontinued]

Son's Concert (John)

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John and I walked down the sunny sidewalk. The sun was out. Our hands clasped. I tugged on Johns hand, dragging him behind me. I wanted to get to the concert hall before the crowd formed. I knew I was dreaming but I still wanted to be semi early.

"Calm down love, people are going to think you've gone quite mad." John chuckled from behind.

"I feel like you should be the more eager one. Your son is taking after his father. And if you aren't going to be thought of as mad well someone has got to take charge don't they?" I smiled. He just rolled his eyes and laughed.

"Calm down. Jules promised is a place that's rather special" John said as we neared the already lined up concert hall. I blinked in surprise. The line could have wrapped around Europe, there were SO many people. I looked at John a little defeated. We would have to wait in this line for hours. Serves me right for trying to cheat my way out of a line. John just winked.

I was about to start walking over to the end of the line but John stopped me. He walked towards the back of the building. We were of course getting weird looks and one woman looked physically angry at me but I just followed John silently. He stopped in front of a grey door labeled Backstage. I looked at John slightly confused. He didn't even glance at me as he stood patiently by the door. The door opened and a rather large looking man stood there looking at us. He gave me a odd glance. He then looked at John and smiled. "Right this way Mr Lennon"

We followed the man in. I had been backstage several times before. John seemed to like bringing me behind the scenes. I looked around. "Jules sets up different then you do" John laughed looking around.

"Dad?" A voice came from behind us. We both whipped around. It was Julian. Father and Son went in for the hug with loud and persistent pats on the back. "(Y/N)" Julian smiled.

"Hi Jules" I smiled a very large smile. I have him a heartwarming hug. The kind that tells you something good. He smiled.

"I saved two seats for you right in front. They have reserved signs on them. I looked out the curtain to see a room starting to be filled. I looked at the two seats. I smiled and grabbed John's hand.

"Jules we better take our seats" I told him. "Good luck"

"We'll be cheering the loudest." John smiled.

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We took our seats as the room filled. "Fancy seeing you here." A voice came from beside us. It was Paul. I stood and hugged him. I had seen him just yesterday but it was still nice to see him unplanned.

Next to him we had George and Ringo. None of them had brought their wives.

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The curtain rose and the guitar started. I watched in awe as I do at every concert. His hands moved just like John's hands did. He had similar dance moves. I giggled. John gave me a questioned look.

"It's a mini you." I giggled in his ear. He smiled, watching his son perform. He was proud.

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"I wish you woulda told me you were coming. I would have prepared seats!" Julian said after greeting the rest of the Beatles backstage.

"Awe it's nothing. We found these two anyway." Ringo elbowed John softly.

"Still, I woulda gotten special tickets for my uncles. Especially the ones who dedicate songs for me." He smiled at Paul when he said this.

"Ey. I dedicated a song" John objected.

"Yes but you got the ticket." I laughed. The night was fun. I heard Julian play "Hey Jude" dedicated to John and Paul when he had spotted him. I had fun. There was nothing that could top that Friday evening of music.