Something Else-A Beatles' Story

The Things We Share

Third-person point of view

"Marianne! Get away from my guitar!" said the boy, half angry and half amused by his younger sister.

He wasn't really mad; he simply needed his beloved instrument to play along with his newly formed band, The Quarrymen. Though Marianne didn't know much about the way John managed to get to perform at Liverpool's garden fete, she was glad for him as she had the chance to assist at every gig the band was performing.

As she was getting ready to go, she realised her mirror broke due to the eternal clumsy mess she was, much to the exasperation of their aunt. As a solution, the girl decided to ask her brother for his opinion.

"John, I know you think nothing of it, but could you tell me if my hair looks like a lovely mess? You'd be an angel!" said the auburn-haired girl, knowing that the older boy would most likely say something ironic.

"Well, I'd like to know when you dropped on your head to think I might be an angel, but I like you, so let me comb your hair a little, and then maybe they'll stop looking like a mess. I should warn you that sadly, you'll still be a lovely mess; I can't do anything for you," said John without missing a beat, which made Marianne chuckle a little.

"Oh, and I'm the one bringing that guitar," added the lad with a teasing smile, noticing the girl who still had his instrument.

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After the two teenagers made sure they didn't forget anything, they were ready to leave their aunt's flat, not without her usual daily reminder for the two of them to wear their glasses, which was useless for the girl who loved hers. With that disguised warning came another, which consisted of Marianne making sure John wore his glasses.

Obviously, Marianne nodded, but she wasn't going to supervise her brother because she knew it was already a lost cause.

With these words, the two teenagers left the flat, not knowing that it was the end of an era for both of them.