Something Else-A Beatles' Story

The encounter

Marianne's point of view

When we arrived at the given spot, we both realised that we weren't late, so we used those few minutes to get to know each other. "So," I started hesitantly, "I just realised I don't know your name." I continued, feeling the blood rush to my head. I probably didn't say mine either, as I saw the lad's face turn slightly red. "Call me Paul, dear," he said, winking at me, while I thought that it was a pretty name. "And may I ask you what your name is?" he asked, getting me out of my thoughts. "Marianne, I mean, my name is Marianne," I answered softly.

I then saw the instrument Paul was carrying and felt glad he didn't fall earlier. I then had a crazy idea, and when I shared it with him, he agreed to join me in my plan. The Quarrymen were then announced, and they began playing. It was pretty good, and I was surprised that John decided to play Be-Bop-A-Lula for the first time. When it was the end, everyone was cheering them on, excited. As I walked directly towards the little chapel where my brother told me to join him after the gig, with Paul following me, I felt proud of him.

When we arrived, my brother and his friends were already drinking alcohol. I hoped that nothing would turn into a nightmare because I absolutely hate when they get drunk. Paul must have read my mind, because he whispered softly, "Hey, everything will be fine; don't worry, dear," then pulled me into a side hug, which surprisingly calmed me. When John saw him, he offered him some beer, which Paul declined, asking for tea instead. Unfortunately, they had no tea, so Paul shrugged. I don't think Paul saw it, but I sure did notice John was boiling inside at the simple sight of a boy touching me.

Motioning to the guitar Paul had, my brother asked if he was able to play, and that's how they both entered into a musical battle. It ended when the lad played Twenty Flight Rock by Eddie Cochran, taking John aback.

"Well, I guess—that wasn't too bad," John said, not wanting to admit that Paul was talented. John then motioned towards Paul, "How old are you?" He asked. I was curious to know, so I walked closer to my brother. "Fifteen" was the answer, to which I added "since when?". The lad answered with his Scouse accent "last month", to which I couldn't help but have a surprised look on my face.

Obviously, my brother ended the talk. He didn't say anything but showed Paul the door, letting him know it was better for him to leave. I was quite disappointed when Paul left, but I knew that somehow I would meet him again.