With The Beatles

Take 5

JUDE's P.O.V.

When Paul asked me about my age, I told them I'm seventeen and been a fan of the Beatles since I was five. Aside from articulating the fact that they're in the future since I've known them for such a long time more than they knew it, I also spoke nothing but the truth.

There was once a time where manager, Brian Epstein swore in 1965 that the children of 2000 will listen to the Beatles. No doubt what he said was true.

Because I'm one of those many children who still listens to the Beatles in the 21st century.

Reminiscing the time I discovered the Beatles at such a young age is as easy as remembering the lyrics of their songs.

"And when at last I find you, our song will fill the air,

Sing it loud so I can hear you,

Make it easy to be near you,

For the things you do endear you to me,

All you know, I will."

I smiled as mum finishes her song for me tonight, "Your songs are wonderful, mommy."

Mum lets out a warm smile as she traces her fingers on my hair, "They're not my songs, darling. 'I Will' is a song written by Paul McCartney of the Beatles."

"Can you tell another story about them, mommy?" My little voice says. "Maybe next time, darling. Now go to sleep, we're going to meet your uncles tomorrow."

After kissing me on the forehead, she tucks me in and turns my lamp off. I waited for mum to close the door before I sat back up. I sticked my ear on the door to hear if she has also gone to bed.

I giggled to myself, excitingly as I was about to barge in mum's room. Me as a stubborn little child isn't contented with mum's lullabies.

Opening the door silently, I entered and as expected, a Beatles record was playing on the gramophone. I grinned with satisfaction as I got to climb up on the bed.

"Jude, what are you doing here again?" Mum mumbles as she felt me snuggling with her in the covers. My small head pops up in her blanket and I smile, showing the gap between my teeth.

"Tell me a bedtime story. Please please please!" I pleaded with shining eyes. "Oh darling, I would love to but it's already late."

I'm not a kid who regularly throws tantrums whenever I don't get my way. But seeing the sad expression on my face, mum sighs and said, "Fine, just one."

My face brightens up as she starts her story while 'A Taste Of Honey' was playing on the background. I listen intently, "So this is the story of how John Lennon and Paul McCartney met in 1957..."

The next day like mom said, her brothers came at our house. I always enjoyed their company not because they entertain me with toys and candy...

"Jude, we've prepared a game to test how much you've learned from us." I nodded, "Bring it on, uncles!"

...but because of the music they introduce me to.

"Okay, Jude, what song is this?"

"She's got a smile that it seems to me, reminds me of childhood memories,"

"It's Sweet Child o'Mine by Guns n' Roses!" I happily answered my uncle with a mustache, Uncle Heron.

"And how about this?"