Something Else-A Beatles' Story

Don't you think it's a good idea?

Marianne's point of view

Two months had passed before I heard about Paul again. We were in October, and it looked like it was going to rain. Again. We then heard someone knocking at our door, and John shouted, "He's there!" before getting the door open. Mimi clearly knew what was going on, as did John. Was I the only one here who did not know what was going on?

"Not again, Marianne!" were the next words I heard, and when I got back to reality, I saw John's clear, exasperated look and Paul's face as he tried his best not to laugh. When he saw I was looking in his direction, he slightly turned red, which made me grin.

They then went into John's room, and as I was heading to my room, John told me to come with them, which was quite surprising. When I got in, John and Paul were sitting on a chair, and before my brother could tell me, I closed the door. I then saw Paul grabbing his guitar as he began teaching John how to tune his guitar correctly. He then proceeded to show John some chords, and as it was going on, I didn't know if I felt happy to learn all this or if I was mad to know that I couldn't do all this myself.

"You can try if you want, y'know?" said Paul, surely because he saw my look. I then took a seat on John's bed when, surprisingly enough, my brother handed me his instrument, giving me a clear glance, to which I simply smiled.

I was lost for a short while, trying to think of something I could play and be able to sing, when it hit me. Without waiting any longer, I started playing some chords, and John looked surprised. When I began to sing, Paul and my brother had the same shocked expression, now realising I was playing my own version of Elvis's song That's Alright. At the end of the song, I gave back the guitar and started pressing my fingers in between each other, as I often do when I'm nervous.

"When did you learn that song?" John asked, truly curious. I tried to answer, but the stress took my voice away, as it sometimes happens.

Noticing it, Paul put a reassuring hand on my shoulder and tried to look me in the eyes, but instead made me look down. "I never was able to make eye contact," I admitted sheepishly to Paul.

"Oh, I understand. I'm sincerely sorry if it made you uncomfortable," he said. Only with the sound of his voice could I tell he truly meant the words he said, and it made me look up, smile at him, but not directly into his eyes.

"Well, er... Marianne? I'd like to be alone with Paul for a while, so we could practise," John said, hesitant. "You don't have to feel bad; it's alright!" I replied, smiling. I stood up, then said, "I'll be in my room if there's anything." And, following my words, I went to my room and began drawing.