Thomas Brodie-Sangster imagines

Paul

The Quarrymen finish playing their songs I go to most of their gigs which has only been six as I want to join the band I play acoustic guitar I can play with both hands which is quite difficult for most

I can also sing quite well too as I practice in the shower or in my bedroom as I strum along with my guitar I write my own songs mostly about my mother who past away a few years ago and my father I never met since he left before I was born so I live with my grandma,
My grandmother is a lovely woman she is like my best friend well actually she's my only friend which some might think it's sad but who needs friends if you can enjoy the sound of wonderful music instead of 'drama' with friends

I watch from across the field as the Quarrymen,that what they called their band,walk into a building Joking around and talking to each other
I walk over to the building opening the door I walk towards them with my guitar leather strap around my shoulder with my guitar resting comfortably on my back the boys turn to me the band leader stands in front of me John I think what his name is

"Well hello there pretty thing"he holds his hand out for me to shake I ignore it and begin to speak

"I'm here to audition to join the band"I hear laughing from behind John he smirks
"We don't let useless girls in the band"
Now it was now my time to smirk
"Well have you heard me play Mr I'm so cool?"his lips once a smirk now a frown I hear a few 'ohh's' behind him

"You want a beer?"He asks with a smirk re-appearing on his lips
"I'd like a cuppa tea"he turns his head and looks at the boys

"You hear that boys? McCharmly found a friend"the boys laugh I see a boy put his head down with a sad frown John looks back at me
"Can you play that guitar?"

"No I carry it around with me for no apparent reason....Yes I do play,pretty well actually"I pull my guitar from my back i start to Strumming my guitar

"How many roads must a man walk down
Before you call him a man?
How many seas must a white dove sail
Before she sleeps in the sand?
Yes, and how many times must the cannonballs fly
Before they're forever banned?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind"I sing I stop strumming and look at the group that are now standing behind John

"How old are ya?"
"Fifteen...I also write songs too if your wondering I should be going now"I turn my guitar so it's sitting on my back and walk out the door in the patch of grass my dress blows lightly in the wind hitting off the bottom of my knees every time I take a step

I feel a hand grip onto my wrist stopping me in my tracks I turn my head to see a very handsome boy with his brown hair geld into style with one hair curled on his forehead the boy who hung his head low with a frown
"Oh uh hi you're 'McCharmly' aren't you?"
"I guess so Uh I'm sorry about John in there he's-"
"A dick?"He chuckles making me melt right there and then he let's go of my wrist

"I-we decided that maybe you can join our band only if your okay with that"
I nod while a smile forms on my face
"I'm Paul"he holds out his hand
I take it lightly shake it
"I'm Y/n"

"We have a gig on Saturday night we could pick you up at your house"
"Yeah that would be great...um but I don't know the words or the tone to the songs"He chuckles rubbing his face

"Oh yeah I forgot about that Uh I could maybe help you every day till Saturday it's a week time so we'll have plenty of time"
"Sure that would be great"I take out a pen and napkin from my pocket and write my address and telephone number i hand it to him

"Come tomorrow at 5 in the evening and we could start on the tune,Okay?"
"Yeah okay I'll see you tomorrow"I smile
"Goodbye Paul"he takes my hand

"Goodbye m'lady"he kisses my hand his lips tickling my knuckles he let's go of my hand and walks back into the building leaving me with a goofy smile plastered on my face
Oh my gosh he's so handsome his smile gorgeous! His hair wow! His face I'm speechless! Okay okay calm down
I snap out of my daydreaming and walk back home which was a half an hour walk

I have my guitar in my hand by my side as I open the door of the one story house me and my grandma live in I close the door walking into the living room my grandma knitting something that looks like a scarf I kiss her on the cheek and sit down on the small two sitter couch in front of her

"Did you get in the band dear?"
"Yeah! I have my first gig on Saturday and one of the boys from the band is coming over tomorrow to help me prepare for the gig!"she smiles looking up at me

"Well done dear I am so proud of you and your mother would be proud too, so tell me more about the dream boy"
She wiggles her eyebrows

"Oh my gosh gran he's just a band member I mean he is quite handsome but that doesn't matter"
"Just a band member or a lover"I playfully roll my eyes

"I'm gonna pretend you never said that and make my self dinner and a cup of tea"I stand up
"Wait can you sing my favourite song please?"I sit back down and start to strum my guitar

"Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise
Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these sunken eyes and learn to see
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to be free
Blackbird fly, blackbird fly
Into the light of a dark black night
Blackbird fly, blackbird fly
Into the light of a dark black night
Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise
You were only waiting for this moment to arise
You were only waiting for this moment to arise"I sing

"I still can't believe you wrote this it's beautiful"I lean my guitar on the couch
"Thanks gran it was for mum"I kiss her cheek
"Right make your old lady some dinner"I chuckle and walk into the kitchen

(Songs-Blowin in the wind & blackbird)