"This thing, called love, I just can't handle it
This thing, called love, I must get right to it,
I ain't ready,"
In a rather blatant attempt to further imitate the frontman of Queen, he took one hand away from the guitar, pointing just about upwards in the direction of the audience, compelling them to finish the sentence, and he was glad they did
"Crazy little thing called love."
For John, that inner sigh of relief when the entire audience finished the lyrics for him was one of the most satisfying close-calls he's ever had, assuming the criteria for close-calls only constitutes anything but the supernatural. He would've been boo'ed off the stage if the hype wasn't there, thereby grinding whatever amateur career he's chasing to a halt. Pulling off such a gamble meant he could now take a pint courtesy of the manager turning a blind eye, who patted him rather firmly on the shoulder, cheering for this English boy who debuted with one of the best shows at his pub. Fair enough, he supposed, this little Mississippi backwater town couldn't possibly find someone literally born to the music god anyway.
As he strutted through the backdoor with a bottle in hand, carrying his guitar in a bag behind him, John flipped his head around at the rustle in the parking lot; it was already 3 in the morning, yet another human being found it all fine and dandy to just loiter in an empty parking lot with a single car (his) in it.
"Hey," he spoke up, his voice and inflections made to resemble a condescending Scottish senior, "I haven't a clue how you American lot socialise but you know, standing in the dark in the middle of a parking lot at 3 in the mornin' just makes you look like a nonce waiting for children to pass by or a movie villain trying too hard to be cinematically dramatic, innit." He knew with certainty that he either just successfully pissed said person in the dark off, or he's successfully picked a fight with a Cyclops for the second time in his life; dear gods, he sincerely hopes he just did the former and not the latter, but the outcome could be hilarious eitherway.