Last summer Whisper

1. That summer day (completed)

In the summertime of 1967, I had recently secured a position at an upscale Los Angeles club. I was living in my apartment with Lisa Cooper, a childhood acquaintance. We both used to live in Liverpool and go to the same school which is where we had met. Since moving out of my parents' house to pursue a career in modeling, I was failing devastatingly.

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Lisa yelled from downstairs, "Monica!!!!!!" "What? " I replied I as I awoke from a slumber. "The Beatles are at the Chateau Marmont in Los Angeles," she screamed. As I descended the stairs to the living room, I yelled, "Lisa, I swear to god you woke me up just to tell me that." "Oh, my goodness, was I not supposed to?" she muttered.

"Yes, please... If there was truly a life-or-death situation, I would truly appreciate it " I gave her the side eye and spoke sternly. She remarked, "Well, it's kind of..." while watching television.

''Women, I have to work in a few hours''. She continued to gaze at me with widening eyes, and I said, "I really want to sleep before my night shift." She implored, her puppy eyes shining, "Can you please sneak me in the Chateau Marmont so I can meet the Beatles?"

 "I promise not to jeopardize my career, even though I love you." I told her, 'I can't simply walk in and bring a crazed Beatles fan with me Lisa.

"Monnnn.." she whimpered. "Lisa, I really can't," I murmured to her as I went to retrieve a lighter and a cigarette from my purse. "Why can't you ask Andrew or any of your sugar daddies?" I replied, collapsing onto the couch. Prior to my move in, Lisa shared a room with Andrew, my manager.

Lisa then threw me a glare before grabbing her keys & her black tiny purse.

"Where are you heading now?" I worriedly questioned. "Do you want to come with me to the mall?" she said.

I walked to the phone and replied, "No thanks. I might just call my parents and get ready for work."

"Alright, Monica," Lisa murmured, giving me a farewell hug from the couch.

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Around 8:00 p.m. later that day

I took my own car to work, and although it started off like any other shift, it quickly became much more chaotic and packed. On nights like this, there were typically big events or a renowned person in attendance who made the decision to bring a ton of friends and family.

George Harrison was seated at table 16, which is where I went. I was on the verge of passing out. "What would I like to eat?" I asked him. He was with several people I didn't recognize in a group.

He said, "Hmm, I'd like to have some Palak Paneer, please." I proceeded to the bar counter after receiving the orders from the remaining customers because I noticed Donna, one of my coworkers, there, and I felt someone jab me.

 "Monica," the woman muttered. When I turned around, I saw it was Lisa. ''Oh Lisa, what on earth are you doing here?'' I said something. She answered, "I begged him to carry me here on this date with this producer."

I glared at her and exclaimed, "Dang, you were that desperate." "Nope, I've been speaking with him for about a week, however have you seen George, Paul, John, and Ringo?" she inquired. I told her, "Not all of them, but I am serving George right now, and there are some people with whom I am really too familiar with." I'll see you later, though''. I told her, "I have to finish my shift," as I walked slowly over to retrieve the food for table 22.

I became aware that someone was staring at me as I was moving. I looked up slightly to realize it was a gorgeous guy with brown eyes. I smiled a little and handed him his lunch. He was accompanied by two others. He grinned and replied, "Thank you so much, love." "Thank you very much," I replied before easing away to attend to the other customers.

A woman said, "Little girl " directly behind me. "Yes, Madame," I answered as I walked over to speak with her. ''Can you go and fetch me another dry Martini? '' she said. ''Of course,'' I said to her with a smile.

I became aware that my shift was almost up after serving a few more clients. I went to table 16 and gave them their bill before I left. Following the attractive man who gazed upon me offered me a twenty dollar tip and some paper.

I pocketed the paper and the tip.

I told him, "Sir, have a good night."

"The same to you, Monica Morales," he scowled at my nametag. After that, I picked up my bag, changed into my casual attire, and was ready to head out when I bumped into a guy and quickly realized it was Geroge Harrison. "Oh, my goodness, Mr. Harrison, I'm so sorry." I exclaimed.

With a tiny smile, he murmured, "It's okay, love." "Where are you hurrying at this late hour?" he inquired. "Well, I should be going home after my shift," I told him, glancing at my watch.

He stared at me for a little while and asked ''what's your name? ''

"My name is Monica," I introduced myself. While looking at me with his dreamy dark brown eyes, he remarked, "Ooo...well that's an exquisite name Ms. Morales."

He possessed a familiar appearance. I observed him closely and couldn't help but notice how much he resembled my old friend's ex-boyfriend, but I chose to disregard this notion.

I looked into Mr. Harrison's deep brown eyes and said, "Thank you so much, Mr. Harrison, but I truly need to get going."

"How are you doing? You look agitated," he asked. "Oh...yeah, Mr. Harrison, I'm fine," I said, putting on a little smile. Examining his pockets for paperwork, he added, "Well, can I perhaps get your phone number before you go?" After that, he located a piece of paper and gave it to me.

''Umm...sure,'' I said then, writing it down on a piece of paper. I wasn't sure how to react to the fact that I was a major Beatles fan. All I could hope was that this was more than just a dream.

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