Gabrielle practically fell over her own feet trying to get to the top of the stairwell where Paul and George were sitting. She had just consumed a midnight snack consisting of Prellies and Vodka and was now hovering in a land where just about everything is funny. Oh, too many stairs. She sat down an looked up as George and Paul leaned over to look down at her. Paul had a fag dangling from his mouth and George was tapping his against the railing. They both looked decidedly yummy.
“All right Gab?” George asked with a smile playing at his lips
She grinned up at them. Oh, perfect picture, if they were all leaning over like that it would have been great. Pointing her camera up at them, she snapped a picture and then ran the rest of the way up the stairs.
“Hullo” she greeted them and then kissed each of them on the cheeks. “Hullo, hullo. Guess what?”
“What?” the echoed
“I have direction!” she exclaimed enigmatically and threw her arms around herself with joy.
George and Paul looked at each other and shared a questioning look. Paul just shrugged and took a drag of his cigarette. “What direction is this?”
“I’m gonna be a photographer. See, I know what I’m going to do. Now I just have to find a university in London and get in”
“Good for you” George nodded “Got that bit worked out”
“So,” Paul said conversationally “What are you gonna take pictures of then?”
“Mmm…”Gabrielle rocked back and forth on her heels and then lifted her camera “You I think, Paulie”
“Me?”
“Well now I have. Come ‘ead Georgie, I wanna photograph you professional like” She grabbed his hand and started for the stairs. They started doing them two at a time, mostly to where off her excess drug induced energy.
Paul leaned over the edge of the railing again. He blew out a plume of smoke “What about me?” he asked.
Gabrielle stopped and George slammed into her, giggling and excited by the enthusiasm that was going into the project of photographing him.
Gabrielle looked up at Paul, she clicked off another picture and then winked “You stay here Paulie,” she said before blowing him a kiss and leading George by the hand down the stairs.
Paul sighed, feeling slightly dejected by the whole thing. She was his friend too! Why did she always choose George over him? It wasn’t fair. John came out of the room, pulling on his leather jacket as he came.
“All right son?” he asked, smiling wryly
Paul shrugged and nodded simultaneously “Fine” he muttered
“Er…” John laughed “Macca, that doesn’t sound fine to me. Wanna get sloshed with me? It’s our night off so we’ll just get pissed and pass out and then do it all over again until the sun comes up, yeah?”
“Yeah” Paul nodded, laughing “Sounds good mate”
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George was laughing too hard to stand up straight. He leaned against the brick wall of the alley way and tried to catch his breath. He was laughing at Gabrielle of course. It wasn’t that she was *bad* per say. She obviously had no idea what she was doing in context to light and all those things. She kept positioning him and telling him to do things with his head and such. He was laughing because she was being incredibly silly at the moment. Every five minutes they’d change positions and she would be a bloody idiot and do something stupid that would prove to be hilarious.
Like standing on top of a bunch of wobbly crates to getter a better angle and the falling right back off again.
“I’m ok” she insisted from the floor “Just keep laughing, I’m good”
George nodded but kept laughing.
Gabrielle climbed to her feet and pulled her skirt around the right way so she wasn’t exposing herself. “Right” she said “Turn your head that way, yeah”
George shut his mouth and did as he was told. She clicked a picture and pressed her lips together so not to smile “You’re grinning Georgie, stop it and look serious and Rockstar-like”
“Ok” he mumbled and tried to wipe every trace of humor off his face with out success.
“Oh! I know!”
She got down on her knees in front of him. George felt his eyes go wide. Many a girl he had in that position, never her. Before he got a chance to ask what it was she was planning to do, Gabrielle told him to lean against the wall and pull the face he had before.
“Oh god” George laughed “I though you were gonna, you know…”
“What?” she grinned “Suck you off. Don’t think so Georgie boy” she pushed him against the wall and gave him the same instructions as before. George did so and heard her clicking away underneath him. George felt his mind start to wander and daydream. He had this dream about being a Rockstar, what that would mean and all. Don’t get it wrong, George wasn’t really expecting much to come of this band except maybe fame in Liverpool. That would be fucking awesome. But what if it went farther then that? What if everyone in England knew your name and they all thought and had opinions of you. What would that mean?
What about fans? Granted, he didn’t expect them to get to the point of Elvis like stardom. Never did he think that someone meeting him could make their lifetime. Maybe their day, that they met one of the blokes from that northern band who were on the Radio the other day. That would be nice. Maybe to make it into the record chart’s top ten. Make enough money to buy a house with a swimming pool. Have Gabby, and Paul and John over now and then. That would be nice.
Gabrielle was saying something. He snapped back into reality and looked down at her. She had her hands in either of his pockets sort of leaning against him. “Georgie” she grinned “What are you thinking about mate?”
“Oh, nothing”
“Being a Rockstar?”
George blinked in confusion “How did you know?”
She grinned up at him “You had this dreamy look on your face. Took a few nice pictures like that. Hopefully these will come out, we’re right in the street light so I don’t see why not. Maybe one day when you’re all famous- like I’ll sell them” she giggled madly
“D’you really think?” George asked softly
“Do I think what?”
“That we’ll make it?”
She was quite and sort of smiled up at him easily “Yeah” she whispered and tapped his legs “Yeah, I do. I know it. And I’m not being daft and soft or anything. I know.”
“How?” he sighed. George wrapped his fingers around her arms and pulled her up so she was upright next to him, she put her hands around the small of his back and grinned.
“well, maybe I’m biased because I love you and Paul and John so much… But George, and I’m being completely fucking serious, you guys have something that just sort of clicks, something that Rory bloody Storm don’t have. It just….” she laughed “It just is! D’you know what I mean?”
George grinned “Yeah, I think so.”
“Good” she kissed him on the cheek and giggled “Now, let’s go get sloshed”