My days mostly start at the piano, but today it started at the guitar, for some reason, I was full of motivation, my mind full of ideas.
Jennifer has gone to see Dirty David, and Donna I have no idea where she has gone.
I had the feeling that I could go for days on end, but the sound of young fans screaming and the sound of the letterbox going, can be annoying.
The post couple of days had been...well let's say eventful, our letterbox has been used a lot and our door knocker has been knocked and knocked and knocked.
Our living room had been taken over with piles and piles of letters for our fans, which I have been meaning to do, but never got to it.
I wave through the windows at where they are trying to peel through the blinds, when they see me waving, they jump up and down when they see me.
I shake my head with a laugh, putting my notebook down I make my way over to the window, pushing my chair over in front, lifting the window to meet the girls.
"Hey girls" I smile pushing myself through the window.
"Hey! I love you so much!" The blonde one says clapping her hands together, I smile up at her.
"Thanks sweetheart, means a lot, so what are your names?" I ask eyeing up each of them.
"I'm Carolyn" the blonde haired girl that says she loves me says.
"I'm Claire" her friend to the left of her says.
"I'm Saoirse" Saoirse smiles shyly at me when I look up at her, she reminds me of myself when I was younger, my glasses perched on top of my head, hair up in a ponytail with whips of hair falling out of my hair.
"It's nice to meet you all, does any of you know why girls were hoarding the record shop this morning?" I ask, remembering the queues at the record shop this morning.
"Well, there was a rumour that you guys were selling cassettes in the record shop, so every teenage girl wanted them, but there was none" Claire says as her demeanour deflates towards the end.
"Sorry girls, you will have to wait for next year until the album comes out, anything for me to sign before I go back?" I ask and they hand me their pieces of paper that are waiting to be signed. I sign the papers and wave the girls goodbye and slide myself back through the window.
I sit back down in the chair pulling a fleece blanket over myself keeping me warm.
Lyrics, verses, choruses fill my brain, fitting together like jigsaws.
Look at you kids with you vintage music
Comin' through satellites while crusin'
You're part of the past, but now you're the future
Signals crossing can get confusing
It's enough just to make you feel
Crazy, crazy, crazy
Sometimes, it's enough just to make you feel crazy
You get ready, you get all dressed up
To go nowhere in particular
Back to work or the coffee shop
Doesn't matter 'cause it's enough
To be young and in love, ah, ah
To be young and in love, ah, ah
I smile happily down at the lyrics, my fingers start tingling as I look at the piano, I feel the cold ivory keys under my tingling fingers, the coldness feeding my hunger to play the piano.
Playing the piano, is like my own personal therapy, when I'm sad, happy, irritated, annoyed, the piano calls my name and I let out my feelings, whether it being a song, it just helps me express myself.
Without knowing so, my fingers play over the notes, my voice leads the way, making my body feel at ease.
"Proving my point I see?" Donna's voice scares me out of my musical trance.
"Christ Donna! Way to put me in an early grave!" I shout as my hands collapse over my heart, feeling it thump quickly.
"Sorry I couldn't pass the moment up, you sound so beautiful" Donna giggles put her hands over her heart, my cheeks become hot and red, making me all flustered.
"Your ears are clogged" I dismiss her compliment, hiding my face from Donna.
"Sweetie, if my ears are clogged, I would still be in my room, I know amazing singing when I hear it" Donna says pulling a chair up close to me, "and you have an amazing voice" Donna claims as she put her hand underneath my jaw, making me look at her.
"Singing isn't my passion though, I'm happy and more than happy to write and produce songs, being onstage in that spotlight isn't for me, but you and Jen, you two were made for the stage" I sigh, leaning my forehead on Donna's shoulder.
I feel Donna's arms wrapping around my waist, hugging me tightly, "I just don't want you to regret it when you older" Donna whispers in my ear before she kisses the side of my forehead.
"If I do, you get permission to slap me" I chuckle into Donna's ear.
"I'll do more than that, I'll beat your arse into pulp" Donna threatens as we let go of each other from the hug, "we need to open these letters, otherwise we won't be able to watch The Monkees tonight" as those words leave Donna's lip, I pull her up by her hand and drag her to the living room where the letters are piled up.
"Let's get started" I sit down on the floor and start sorting my letters out.
It's gonna be a long time.
HOUR AND A HALF LATER
So far I feel like the letters aren't never going to end, also Jen hasn't come home.
"I bloody hate men!" The door slams loudly, I look to Donna with a worried look plastered on my face.
Jen appears in the doorway, mascara smudged down her cheeks, eyes red and puffy, lips swollen from the tears.
I get up off the floor and wrap my arms around Jen, letting her cry into my shoulder, I cup the back of her head, bringing her closer to me. Donna joins us, forming a group hug.
"What did he do?" I whisper into Jen's ear as I rub her back up and down.
"I caught him in bed with some slag, only to find out that it's been going on for months" Jen muffles out through a sob, her red eyes showing her heartbreak,
Me and Donna both hate Dirty David, but we saw the way Jen would look at David, she truly loved him.
I feel anger run through my veins, I let Jen go and pace over to the phone, failing his number in rage.
"Hello?" I hear his grubby voice, feeling my anger even more.
"How dare you! You idiot, she gives you all of her love and you fucking cheat on her, I swear, you come near her, begging for forgiveness, I will do more than blow my gasket!" I shout into the speaker of the phone.
"So what Georgia! You're a fucking woman, nothing you women ever do is good enough!" David's remarks make me even more angrier.
"Big deal I'm a woman! A woman has feelings and you obviously don't have respect for us, now don't contact her ever again" I slam the phone back down in frustration.
When I walk back into the living room Jen falls back into my arms a big sob heaving out.
"It's okay, shhh" I say softly into Jen's ear, Donna motions to me that she's gonna make some tea and I nod. I bring Jen over to the sofa, she cuddles into my side, her sniffles quieting down as I run my hand through her short brown hair to calm her down.
"Why does it hurt so bad?" Jen whimpers out, her chest puffing up and down heavily
"You loved him Jen, he broke you" I whisper smoothly in her ear, she wraps her arms tightly around me, tears flowing freely down her cheeks, my heart clenches in sadness as I watch Jen break down in front of me.
I hold Jen tightly, her breathing slowing down, I watch as her eyes begin to get heavy, I keep stroking her hair until she's completely asleep.
Life is not fair sometimes.
A/N: Sorry if anyone is offended by what Dirty David has said but unfortunately that is how some men were towards women in the 60s!
3 chapters left until the girls meet The Monkees!!
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