A Johnny/SNN fanfic
It was the summer of 1977. Victoria arrived on the set of "Grease" and
looked around in awe at the school gym, which had been transformed into
the colorful setting for the big Rydell High dance contest scene.
Vicki had been hired as an extra to fill space at the dance - needing
only to be able to do a few basic moves without tripping over her feet,
since she wasn't a principal dancer, and to pass within reason as a
teenager. She was 21 and was a pretty good social dancer, so it wasn't
too hard of a stretch for the attractive, petite blonde. But it was her
first time on a big movie set, and she found herself a bit overwhelmed,
but excited at the opportunity to work on such a major production.
The shoot was expected to take a few days, and a fifties revival band
named Sha Na Na was going to portray Johnny Casino and the Gamblers,
the band playing at the dance. Vicki had heard that they were quite
good, and even had a new TV variety show that would debut in the
fall.
After checking in with the director and getting a cold drink from the
craft service table, she sat on the sidelines sipping her soda for
nearly half an hour, trying to stay as cool as possible in the
sweltering, non-air conditioned building before the cast was called to
the floor for rehearsal.
Gulping down the last swallow, Vicki set the bottle down and took her
place with Mark, the shy young sandy-haired man she was paired with.
They were near the stage, and while she couldn't catch a glimpse of
John Travolta and Olivia Newton-John, who were halfway across the room
from them in the crowd, Vicki had a great vantage point to watch Sha Na
Na.
It was a slow dance to a number called "Those Magic Changes," and she
casually glanced over in time to see one of the band's singers take
center stage as the pre-recorded music began to play. Suddenly, the
most beautiful voice she had ever heard in her life filled her
senses.
As Mark led her, they danced, and the vocalist's rich tenor forced her
attention to the stage, just to get a better look at this man who was
singing so sweetly. On closer view, Vicki could see that the singer's
looks were as amazing as the voice. He had a glorious mane of soft,
black curls, seductive brown eyes, and was so handsome in black jeans,
black boots and a hunter green shirt. He didn't appear to be all that
tall, but definitely commanded the stage.
This was going to be a very interesting shoot, indeed...
After rehearsing that number a few more times, and then moving on
to "Hound Dog," the director called a break. Vicki couldn't help but
laugh, as most of the girls in the room made their way none-too-subtly
over to where John Travolta was, crowding around him. She looked over
and smiled as John patiently and kindly spoke to each of them, flashing
his trademark smile and obviously charming them all. But Vicki had
other plans for her break.
Luckily, the craft service table was far from the crowd of Travolta
fans, and the boys in the band were there getting refreshments. She
watched as the cute young singer took a soda and a slice of cheese
pizza, then sat down on one of the chairs set up along one side of the
room. After quickly grabbing a bottle of water, Vicki hesitantly walked
over to where he sat, praying he wouldn't be offended by her
approaching him during his break.
"Hi," she said quietly, "I don't want to bother you, but I just wanted
to say that I think you're amazing. You're very talented." She smiled
shyly and turned to walk away when his soft voice stopped her in her
tracks.
"Wait," he said. She turned and saw him smiling sweetly at her. "Would
you like to join me?"
"Oh, no, I don't want to intrude," she protested, despite being highly
tempted to take him up on his offer.
"I wouldn't have asked if it were an intrusion." he insisted kindly as
she took a seat beside him. "And I appreciate the compliment. But I'm
sure you must have me mixed up with the other Italian guy - the taller,
richer, better looking one over there," he joked, glancing over at the
throng of females buzzing around the star of the film.
"But before you realize your mistake, let me just tell you that my name
is Johnny, and that I'll always treasure the brief moment we shared
before you came to your senses and went running into Travolta's arms."
He grinned, his brown eyes sparkling as he took a bite of his pizza.
Cute, talented, funny and a great big flirt to boot. Oh boy...
"Travolta who?" Vicki asked with a playful smile. "And I'm Vicki, the
girl who'd rather stay here with you, if you don't mind." She shook his
hand.
Johnny looked at her with gentle amusement. "It's nice to meet you,
Vicki. But are you sure you wouldn't rather be over there where the
action is?"
"I'm sure. If they want second-best, it's their loss." Vicki chuckled
to herself, thinking how cute he was, struggling to be cool and come up
with a witty reply, while so obviously flattered that she prefered his
company to Travolta's, that words failed him. His sweetness was quickly
winning her over as much as his talent and looks were.
"Aren't you nice?" was all Johnny could say, and she could tell he
meant it. She smiled.
The director called everyone back to work. Vicki arose and smiled. "It
was a pleasure meeting you, Johnny. Oh, and by the way," she added in a
whisper, "Travolta may be taller, but he's definitely not better
looking..."
And with that, she turned and walked away with a smile. Johnny grinned
and watched her walk back to the dance floor, then strutted happily up
to the stage to rehearse the "Blue Moon" segment.
After a while, it was time for lunch and, happy with the way the
rehearsals had been going, the director told everyone to take an hour.
More hot and thirsty than hungry, Vicki just got an icy soda to sip.
She found that she was more tired than she realized, so she found a
seat and quickly sat down to relax.
Closing her eyes for a moment, she took a breath and a long drink of
her soda, smiling when she saw Johnny heading her way.
"Hey, still not hanging out with Trav..." His good-natured ribbing
turned quickly to concern. "Vicki, are you alright?"
"Sure, why?" she asked quietly.
Johnny placed his hand gently on her forehead. "You're pale, and your
skin is clammy." He looked at the bottle of soda in her hand and
frowned. "Didn't you get any lunch?"
She shrugged. "No, I wasn't hungry. It's just too hot."
With a gentle look, Johnny took her hand. "I know, but trust me. As a
performer, I know that you've got to eat something to keep up your
strength, even when you may not feel like it." He smiled. "I'll go get
you something."
"No, no, I'm fine, I'll go," Vicki protested. But as soon as she stood
up, her knees buckled beneath her. She grasped at his shoulders as he
instinctively scooped her up safely into his strong arms.
Looking up at him weakly, she managed a small smile. "You really do
know how to sweep a girl off her feet, don't you?"
"I try," he said, trying to be lighthearted, but with concern coloring
his voice. "Now, you lie down and I'll get the nurse."
Johnny laid her down on the floor, using his rolled-up satin jacket as
a makeshift pillow under her head, making her comfortable before
running over to get a nurse from the medical staff.
The nurse examined Vicki,and determined that it was nothing too
serious, the combination of the heat and not eating had left her weak -
nothing that food and rest wouldn't cure.
After scoping out the room and finding the coolest corner he could,
Johnny took her in his arms again and carried her there, quickly
heading back to the craft service table to get her some food. He
returned with a chicken salad sandwch, an orange, an oatmeal cookie and
a bottle of cold water.
"I hope that's for you," Vicki said, eyeing the food with a grimace.
"Nope, and I'm going to stay here and keep you company until you finish
every bite. Doctor's orders." Johnny's voice was tender but firm.
Vicki looked at him, touched by his compassion. "I appreciate your
taking care of me, but honestly, I feel so queasy I don't think I could
eat a thing."
He smiled tenderly. "I know, but you need to eat. Just one little bite
at a time, ok? No rush, I spoke to the director, and he can do without
us for a few scenes, so you just take your time."
Nodding, Vicki gingerly took a small bite of the sandwich while Johnny
peeled the orange for her, handing her a section as she began to slowly
tackle her lunch. Nearly an hour passed before she finally finished the
last bite of the cookie. "Well, I hate to admit it, but you were right,
Johnny. I do feel better, thank you."
"Good," he said with a warm smile. "And now that you've finished your
lunch, let's plan for your dinner. How about this great little Mexican
place I know, I can pick you up at 7?"
Vicki grinned. "Well, I hate to break Travolta's heart, but how can I
refuse such a fine doctor's invitation?" She wrote down her name,
address and phone number on a scrap of paper and handed it to Johnny.
The director came over and told her to go home for the day and rest up
for tomorrow. Johnny and Vicki fought the giggles, not wanting to
reveal that, instead of staying home resting, she'd be out with
Johnny.
"See you at seven," she whispered. "Sssssh, don't let the teacher
know!"
Johnny laughed. "OK, we don't want to get sent to the principal's
office!" She waved and disappeared into the afternoon sun, back to her
air-conditioned apartment to cool off and get ready for her big date.
After putting her feet up and relaxing for a while with a tall glass of
lemonade, Vicki ran a bubble bath and put on some soft music, sinking
into the softly scented water in preparation for her dinner date with
Johnny.
After soaking for a long while, she scrubbed herself with a bath brush,
leaving her pink and glowing all over. She emerged from the tub, rubbed
herself dry with a thick, fluffy towel, and massaged a rich, softly-
scented cream into her warm, damp skin. Vicki wrapped her blue
terrycloth robe around herself, stepped into her fluffy slippers, and
padded into the bedroom to assess her wardrobe choices for the
evening.
She finally settled on a long black crushed velvet dress with a full
skirt and lace trim at the collar, accessorized with black granny boots
and a black lace shawl. Bought during her Stevie Nicks phase, it was
still one of her favorite dresses - sophisticated yet feminine.
Thankfully, it was finally cooling off enough that evening so the
velvet wouldn't leave her sweltering.
After curling her blonde locks and applying a bit of foundation, blush,
mascara and deep rose lipstick, she dressed and took a look in the
mirror. Not bad, she thought, but she was still nervous. Johnny was a
big rock star, and was probably used to dating models and actresses, or
at least gorgeous girls far more worldly and beautiful than she was.
She took a breath. He asked you out, she chided herself. He must like
you, so calm down and enjoy yourself.
Just then, the doorbell rang. Vicki opened the door and smiled warmly.
Johnny was a beautiful vision in a black wool suit with a pale lavender
shirt and deep purple necktie. "Come in, please," she motioned after
regaining her senses. "You look great."
Well, that was a stupid thing to say, she thought. Talk about an
understatement...
Handing her a bouquet of colorful mixed flowers, he stepped
inside. "And you are absolutely beautfiul..." He kissed her cheek, and
she thanked him shyly as she took the flowers into the kitchen to put
them in a vase full of water.
"Are you ready to go?" he asked when she returned, and with an
affirmative nod, she grabbed her small black beaded handbag and they
were off.
It was a short drive in Johnny's sleek silver sports car to the
restaurant. It was a little out-of-the-way place, but the atmosphere
was homey and warm, filled with the irresistitble aroma of authentic
Mexican food. After being seated and ordering a couple of margaritas,
Johnny and Vicki looked at the menu.
"What do you suggest?" she asked. "You said this was a favorite place
of yours."
"Oh, everything's good here," Johnny replied. "I think I'm going to go
with their combo platter."
"Mmmmm,' Vicki sighed, "that sounds good. I'll have the same."
The waiter arrived with their drinks, a basket of warm tortilla chips
and bowls of mild and hot salsa, then took their order.
As the candlelight flickered across the table in the dim light of the
restaurant, Johnny and Vicki talked and got to know each other as they
sipped their margaritas and nibbled on chips.
"I hear your group has its own TV variety show, and that it's starting
in the fall?" she said. "How exciting for you, that must be a lot of
fun!"
"It is fun - an awful lot of work, but definitely fun." Johnny
agreed. "Between touring, recording, the show, and now the movie, it's
been a grind. But it's worth it. Our fans are great, and I think we'll
be reaching a whole new audience once the show hits the air."
The waiter brought their food, and Johnny smiled and thanked him.
"I've heard of Sha Na Na, but I have to admit I hadn't heard your music
before I got this job," Vicki confessed as she took a bite of her
cheese enchilada. "You guys really are great. '50s music is so much
fun, and you've got some really talented guys in the band."
Johnny grinned, tucking into his own meal with gusto. "Are you thinking
of anyone in particular?"
Rolling her eyes, Vicki shook her head and giggled. "Ah yes, the rock
star ego, a truly impressive thing..."
"Hey! Johnny protested with a laugh. "It's not ego, it's self-
confidence. Or perhaps just wishful thinking that my beautiful date was
thinking abuot me when she made such a nice comment about our group."
"Nice save," she smiled. They finished dinner and, since it turned out
to be such a pleasant, cool evening, decided to go for a drive before
he took her home.
After a while, Johnny found a quiet spot with a gorgeous view of the
lights of the city. He parked, turned off the engine and slipped his
arm around Vicki, who rested her head on his strong shoulder and looked
at the lights with a small sigh.
"Are you alright, Vicki?" Johnny asked, still a bit concerned after the
events of earlier in the day.
"Oh yes," she assured him. "It's just been quite a day - nearly
fainting on the set, a handsome singer coming to my rescue, then going
out to dinner with him and coming here to this beautiful spot." She
snuggled closer, feeling safe and warm with his arm around her. "My
first taste of show business was definitely a memorable one," she
smiled.
He squeezed her gently. "You're right, it was quite a day. But it isn't
quite complete yet, not without one more thing."
"What's that?"
Johnny smiled softly and looked into her eyes. "This..." he whispered.
as he pressed his warm lips to hers. She held to him tightly, closing
her eyes and letting herself be swept away in the moment as his kisses
became more sweetly demanding.
After several beautiful minutes, he drew away and looked at her with
kind affection. "I think I'd better see you home now," he said softly,
reluctantly. Vicki sighed and nodded.
At her doorstep, Johnny kissed her once again, and when she was safely
inside, he drove away into the night. After getting ready for bed,
Vicki lay down and held her pillow tight. He was so wonderful, not just
cute, not just a rock star, but a sweet, kind, funny person whose
company she liked very, very much indeed, and for some reason, he
seemed to like her too.
She felt like a fifteen year old with a huge crush on the cutest boy in
school. And she was enjoying every moment of it.
The rest of the week's filming of the dance scene went by in a flash.
Johnny and Vicki continued to see each other after their work on the
film was done. One morning, he called her with information on the cast
wrap party that was to take place in a couple of weeks.
"They're doing a talent show, just for fun, where the cast can sing,
dance, whatever. Make fools of ourselves, basically. Anyway, I have an
idea..."
She listened and couldn't believe her ears. "Are you serious? I'm
barely a dancer, and I hardly even sing in the shower... and besides,
you *don't* want to see me in that outfit!"
"Oh indeed, I absolutely, positively do," Johnny said softly. "C'mon,
it'll be fun!" he persisted. "I'll be over in an hour and we can
rehearse."
Vicki grinned and sighed. "Do you always get your way?"
"You'd better believe it," he replied with a chuckle. "See you then."
Yes, she thought with a wistful smile, I just bet you do...
The night of the cast party was magic. Everyone from John, Olivia and
all the supporting cast, to the smallest bit players and the crew were
there. A band - not bad, but nowhere as good as Sha Na Na - was playing
a mixture of fifties oldies and the current disco hits of the day.
People were eating from the impressive gourmet buffet, dancing, and
having a great time at their one last party together. Friendships had
been formed during the filming of the movie, and it felt like the last
day of high school, with all the joy and tears you'd expect.
And then, the highlight of the evening, the talent show. Olivia had
everyone in stitches doing a dead-on impression of Rizzo singing "Look
At Me, I'm Sandra Dee," the total antethesis of her sweet character
Sandy. And in turn, Stockard Channing got a standing ovation as Sandy
singing "Hopelessly Devoted To You." John Travolta sang some doo-wop
with a couple of the Sha Na Na guys, and several other cast members
performed as well.
And then, every eye in the room was on Johnny as he emerged as Danny
Zuko, with black jeans, muscle shirt and T-Birds leather jacket. He
stared for a long, glorious moment himself when Vicki joined him,
mercilessly looking her up and down with an intense gaze that made her
blush. She was decked out in skintight black vinyl, red slides, teased
hair and heavy makeup as the made-over Sandy. Neither had seen the
other after their transformations by the hair, makeup and wardrobe
crew, and she returned a very approving glance his way.
The audience cheered wildly as he began to sing.
"I've got chills, they'e multiplyin'. And I'm losin' control, 'cause
the power you're supplyin'... it's electrifyin'!"
Johnny's perfect performance wowed the crowd, absolutely capturing the
cocky but lovestruck greaser Danny, his hot, skillful dance moves and
angelic voice causing all the girls to squeal with delight. Vicki held
her own quite nicely, and couldn't help but love every moment of being
the object of Johnny's... errr, Danny's... desire, at least on stage
for just this one night.
"You better shape up, ' cause I need a man, and my heart is set on
you.."
Wasn't that the truth?
She threw herself totally into the moment, imagining what it would be
like to have the sweet, sexy, gorgeous, talented man singing with her
for her very own love. But it was too much to hope for. She'd been
merely a convenient date, as he was stuck on the movie set, and when
tonight was over, he'd be gone. So she determined to enjoy this last
moment to the fullest, and let tomorrow worry about itself.
"You're the one that I want, whoo hoo hoo, honey, the one that I want,
whoo hoo hoo. The one I need, oh yes indeed..."
Everyone stood and cheered wildly for the performance. As they took
their bows and headed backstage, her emotions overwhelmed her and she
made an excuse, quickly rushing out to the food tables for a cup of
punch, then outside to clear her head.
I'm so stupid, Vicki chided herself. Why did I let myself fall for him?
I promised myself I was just going to enjoy this evening, but no, I had
to go and spoil it by wanting more. As if someone like him would want
someone like me.
Johnny appeared, looking relieved to find her. "Vicki, are you alright?
I was so worried when you ran off like that. Did I do something
wrong?"
She smiled softly. "Oh no, of course not. It's just me, don't worry
about it. You were great up there, by the way."
He took her hand and looked into her eyes. "Thank you, so were you. But
what's wrong? You can tell me."
Returning his gaze, she suddenly felt as if she could, as if she could
trust him with her feelings, as embarrassing as they were.
"It's just that... well, I guess I just let myself get caught up in the
moment and how I feel about you, and dreaming about more than I could
ever hope for from you. It's just silly..."
He smiled and squeezed her hand. "It's not silly. You're a very
beautiful, special girl that I really enjoy being with. So I guess I'm
silly too."
"That's very sweet, Johnny, but..."
"No, Vicki" he said, kindly but firmly, taking her face into his gentle
hands, "I'm not just being kind or saying what you want to hear. I like
you a lot, Vicki, and I hope I can keep on seeing you, if you don't
mind."
"Oh Johnny... yes, yes of course..." she sighed as he looked at her
with tenderness and kissed her sweetly and deeply, embracing her
tightly in the cool evening breeze.
As they walked out to his car, Vicki turned to him. "You know, when I
was getting a drink, I overheard Travolta telling someone that after
seeing your performance tonight, he was glad you didn't audition for
the part." She grinned. "I guess you missed your chance."
"No, baby," he protested sweetly," you are the best chance I could ever
have, and I definitely came out the winner," Johnny said with a soft
smile, kissing her again. "But now, let me get you home before you get
arrested for wearing that outfit...not that I mind, of course," he
added with a grin.
He drove her home with her head resting on his shoulder, both of them
dreaming of what the future might hold. But for now, they were content
just to be there together underneath the moon, with the stars in their
eyes, and all beautifully right with the world.
THE END
by Cheryl B