The day I met john started out like all the others. I had woken up and done the same routine for the morning I usually do and then I was outside and then who knew what was to happen today! It was a nice day. The sun was shining and it felt nice on my skin. My friend was planning to meet me to see a band who called themselves "The Quarrymen." I finally showed up and my friend called me over. "Finally made it huh paul? Didn't think you'd come!" He laughed. I didn't reply. The band was finally ready to begin. My friend leaned over and said. "That's John, he's the leader of the band." Then they started singing. They weren't bad but they sure as bloody hell weren't amazing! John always forgot the words and the guitar players weren't all that good. I think I could make this band a whole lot better. After the show my friend took me to where the band was hanging out. John caught sight of us and walked over. "John." He said shaking my hand. I hadn't ever met someone with a tight grip like his. "Paul." I said shaking his hand back. "John, this is paul obviously and he'd like to join your band."
John half smirked.
"I think I could make it a lot better."
"Saying that our band isn't good?"
"Never said that."
"Play something."
Then I did. I played and sang and johns face lit up.
"Good job, Paul.."
"McCartney."
"Your in Macca."
(HEY I DONT REALLY KNOW IF THIS CHAPTER WAS ALL THAT GOOD AND BTW A LOT OF THIS ISNT TRUE AND SOME IS SO LOL COMMENT IF YOU LIKE IT SO FAR)
