HAPPY LATE BIRTHDAY JIMMY PAGE!! I just want to say I think the world of Jimmy as a guitarist. He's one of my biggest influences and inspirations, and the music he helped create played a pretty big part in my childhood. Thank you, Jimmy!

~ Pleasantly Surprised ~

(A/N) : Any Name

The crowd roared with cheers as the band bid everyone a good night. They waved and left to go backstage while the fans continued to scream. I myself was going hoarse from all the yelling, but could you blame me? It was Led Zeppelin, for goodness' sake.

"You ready to execute the plan?" (A/N) asked a few minutes later, when everyone was leaving.

I nodded nervously. I still wasn't so sure about this plan we had cooked up the night before. I knew that if things went the right way, it would be the best day ever, but the consequences of getting caught might not be worth it. The question can we go to jail for that? ran through my mind at a pace that could kill.

"Alright, come on. This is gonna be so much fun."

"Yeah, if we don't get caught," I said under my breath. (A/N) grabbed my hand and pulled me around the stage.

"I changed my mind. This isn't going to work," I said, trying to pull my hand out of (A/N)'s grip.

"Yes, it will. Quit being a chicken and hurry along."

I might have been fretting a little too much, but for good reason. It wasn't every day that I tried sneaking backstage to meet the members of a band. We were going to get caught, and things were going to get awkward. And that was almost a certainty with (A/N) leading the way. I sped up a little.

"Alright, but you have to follow my lead. You're just going to get us caught," I said, and (A/N) grouchily agreed.

I pulled my hand free and led the way. Luckily, we didn't pass anyone-- we managed to get backstage without any problems. Once there, we couldn't help but look around; it was really cool.

Suddenly, we were interrupted.

"What are you doing here? Who are you?"

I froze and broke into a cold sweat. Caught.

I could get us out of this. Easy. I just had to turn around to face the one that had found-- crap.

My plan was gone. My brain was undone, and my insides were liquefying. I don't know how I was still standing; I should've fainted right then and there. Because the person who had found us wandering around backstage was Jimmy Page.

There I was, standing in front of my idol, my favorite guitarist, my... ahem... celebrity crush... Not knowing how to act.

I noticed he was still waiting for an answer. However, I also noticed that he happened to be wearing a vest but no shirt, and that was going to delay my answer for even longer.

I snapped out of it when (A/N) started to talk.

"We're stagehands-"

"We're with the cleaning crew. We're new, though. Don't really know our way around, but we're getting the hang of it."

"What are your names?"

"(Y/N) and (A/N)." Why lie?

"When did you start working here?"

"A couple of weeks ago."

Jimmy looked like he didn't believe a single word. But he didn't continue to question on that subject.

"So, do you guys like Led Zeppelin?"

"Of course," I said. "Big fans. Part of the reason we took these jobs is we knew we'd have the slight chance of meeting you. Man, you're my idol."

He looked down for a split second, letting his hair come into his eyes. When he looked up again, their was a wide grin on his face.

"Well, how would you like to meet the rest of the band? Seeing as you're working here riding on the chance you would."

(A/N) and I held back laughs as he shook his head and gave us a knowing grin.

"Well?"

"Yeah, hell yeah!" I replied, losing my cool. If I even had any to begin with. He nodded and motioned for us to follow.

He led us down a corridor that led into a large room. We stopped for a brief second during which I laughed a little to myself when I thought of something.

"What?" (A/N) asked.

"If someone wrote a story about this, they'd have to use the word 'led' a few times. You know. Like Led Zeppelin."

Jimmy heard that. He laughed heartily, then gestured for us to follow him again. He walked into the room, grinning around at his bandmates.

"Hey, we've got guests," he announced. "(Y/N) and (A/N). I assume you two know who they are? You did say you were fans."

"Oh my gosh! Robert Plant! John Paul Jones! John Bonham! You guys are my heroes!"

I wanted to smack myself for agreeing to go along with this. Hell, for even helping out with the plan.

"Yeah, you do," Jimmy said, grinning a little. "Hey, I'm going to go get something to drink. Be right back."

They all nodded. (A/N) was obviously still star-struck.

Jimmy started back down the corridor, and I internally debated for a second. Yeah, (A/N) would be alright...

I went after him, catching him in the corridor. He had his hands in his pants pockets, and he was walking with a bit of a slouch.

He looked hot.

"Hey again," I said in a stupid way, walking fast.

"Hey," Jimmy said. He slowed down to let me catch up.

"How are you?"

"Well, thank you. And how are you?"

"Very well. I've just met my actual idol. But you don't seem so sure... what's the matter?" I asked, noticing his gaze drift to the ground.

He turned to me and gave me a little grin. "What makes you ask?"

"I don't know, you seem like you could be happier."

"Well... I'm pretty happy. Just a bit tired, but I suppose I just need to-- how would I say-- live in the moment."

"Ah," I said, wondering what in the hell he could possibly mean. "Maybe I can help."

"You want to help me live in the moment?" He asked, smiling, his eyebrows lowering. "How would you do that?"

"I... I don't know. But I will."

"I appreciate that," he said, and I couldn't tell if he was joking.

After another few seconds of walking, we reached a large cabinet full of drinks. I wasn't surprised to see all of them were alcoholic.

"I don't want any of that right now," Jimmy shook his head. "Do you?"

"No, thanks," I said.

"Ah, I'm going to the store. Maybe they have something better."

"You're just going to wander off to the store?" I asked. "Is that the best idea?"

"I'm living in the moment," he defended himself. I shook my head but laughed, agreeing that it somewhat made sense.

He started off in the direction of the exit. I watched as he left, hoping he'd be back fast so I could keep talking to (or rather, staring at) him.

"Aren't you going to come with me?" Jimmy asked, turning back to face me.

"Right," I said nonchalantly. I did my best to not skip as I caught up to him.

"So," he asked on the way to the store, "where do you really work?"

I looked at him, a little scandalized.

"Come on, you had to know I didn't fall for that 'we work here' thing."

I knew I hadn't really expected him to buy it, but I also hadn't expected him to just call me out on it. "Then... why didn't you tell us to leave?"

"You seemed nice," he said, "now will you tell me where you actually work?"

"At the library," I responded. "(A/N) works there with me."

"Not exactly what I expected, but that's nice. Guess I'll have to start reading a bit more. Which library?"

My insides warmed at his words. "The one on Market Avenue, by the church."

"I go by there all the time," he grinned. "I always knew there must be a treasure hidden inside."

I laughed and rolled my eyes. Odd; for a second it felt like I had known him much longer than I had.

We made it with no problems. Surprisingly, there were few people out, and we were only stopped once by an enthusiastic little boy wanting an autograph (which Jimmy gave him).

"Would you like anything?" He asked me once we entered the store.

"No, thank you," I said. I didn't want him spending his money-- a thought I had to laugh a little at, because he had to have a ton of it.

"Come on, you came here with me, you might as well let me buy you something."

I thought for a moment before pointing at a can of soda. He smiled and nodded, grabbing two.

He also grabbed a sweet off one of the shelves. "Bonzo really loves these."

I couldn't hold back a smile at that. What a sweetheart.

He paid for the drinks and the sweet and we left. He pocketed Bonzo's 'gift' and handed me one of the cans. I opened mine and he opened his, and we raised them with little 'cheers's.

Being the thirsty bats we were, we finished the sodas before we got even halfway back. So we talked and talked, cracking jokes here and there and sharing things we'd discovered while playing the guitar.

We reached the building and were about to go inside (a little to my disappointment) when he lightly took my wrist in his hand.

"What are you doing?" I asked, my heart beating faster as Jimmy tugged on my arm to turn me toward him.

"Living in the moment," he said, and then he was kissing me.

Now that was unexpected. But I came to my senses pretty quickly, regaining the ability the kiss him back after the initial surprise. And it felt, in a word, amazing.

He pulled away after a minute, prompting me to ask, "why?"

"Trying to 'measure' something, I guess you could say."

"Which is?"

"How right this all feels."

Damn, he was good at this.

"And what's your reading?"

"Very," he nodded with a grin. I laughed, the cuteness of his smile catching me off-guard for what had to be the tenth time that night. "That alright?"

"'Course," I responded. "I like you, Jimmy."

Simple but effective, right?

"Who wouldn't?" He laughed. "I'm kidding, I'm kidding. I like you as well, but that's no surprise, is it?"

I gave him a lame look and he laughed. And we headed back inside.

When we re-entered the big room, (A/N) was in there having the best time, having settled right in and acting like the other members of Led Zeppelin were old friends and they were just hanging out. I had to laugh at this, and Jimmy and I sat to talk as well.

All is well when you live in the moment.

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I'm mad this took me so long, I really wanted to have it in time for Jimmy's birthday. Well, it's something, right? Anyway, this is kind of long, but I hope you all like it. Until next time!