John's POV
August 25th, 1960.
I woke up to the feeling of someone shaking my arm lightly.
"John, wake up, I need to tell you something."
Oh.
Duh, it wasn't fucking real.
How could I see into Paul's mind?
How could we date?
Nonchalantly have random, strange meet-ups?
It wasn't real.
I turned to see Paul by my side, looking excited and genuine. "What is it, Paul?"
"I know it's not hardly been a week, but George and I managed to get another gig booked tonight. T-that's only if you're fine with it."
"Of course I am, why wouldn't I be? But I'm bleedin' tired, so if you don't mind-"
"No, you're alright. I'll tell the others you're still in bed. Also, Stu complained about some weird noises you were making last night. He said you talked a bit, too. I won't bother you too much about it, though. Get some rest."
It was cold.
We were all sharing a dingy room that used to be a storage room, in a raggedy club, and to make matters worse, it was right next to the bathrooms.
It was less than appealing, and our washing situation wasn't very pleasant either; we had to use urinal water to clean ourselves.
Uncomfortable, laying in my bunk with nothing more than a thin sheet to cover me, I tried to fall back alseep, forcing my eyes shut.
But I simply could not shake the memory of my dream.
Not to mention shivering.
I decided to get up instead, knowing that it wouldn't do me any good to try and force myself to sleep when i wasn't actually tired.
Paul seemed to notice that I had gotten up, looking at me and furrowing his brows in confusion. "I thought you were going back to sleep," he said.
"Can't. 'M too cold," I responded.
He shrugged his shoulders and went to the bathroom, holding a razor in his hand and shaving his face in the cold urinal water.
We were all greasy-haired and dirty; especially George, who refused to bathe himself.
Not that we didn't clean ourselves, but it was hard when water was scarce and unsanitary.
I had spent so much energy bathing myself last night that I decided to not do it today, instead quickly changing into my leather for the rest of the day and later that night.
"Shit... John, I ran out of clean shirts, can I borrow one of yours?" Paul asked.
"Of course," I answered, probably a little too eagerly.
"Thank you."
"No problem."
The shirt was a bit big on him, but he looked so perfect, he could pull it off just fine, tucking it into his leather pants and securing them with a belt.
I have to distract myself.
I grabbed a random book I packed and flipped through it, pretending to read. From what I could read, though, it didn't seem like much of an interesting book. In fact, it might've been a children's book that I had thrown in there on a whim, rushing to pack my things.
Paul drew nearer, and I was so busy pretending to be busy that I didn't notice.
"C'mon, John, don't you want a nice big brunch before we have to do that gig tonight? You'll need the energy."
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