Lucy In The Sky

Day Tripper

LUCY'S P.O.V

John told the truth to my mother, he never touched me last Wednesday when I went to his house. I'm not sure whether that was because he didn't want to betray my mother or because he found it awkward Paul being with us. Despite this, I still had an excellent time! Paul and John were playing guitar all evening, I found myself submerged in the world of music and rock and roll that night. In fact, Paul was even successful in teaching me a few chords too, but I was pretty useless; I think my nails are too long and fingers too short to play guitar.

I discovered the boys are pretty decent chefs too! They both worked together on cooking up some macaroni cheese and it tasted quite nice. It was odd to see both John and Paul cook together, they messed around a lot but they put a lot of genuine effort and team work into it! It was amusing to watch, there was several flour fights and John's kitchen became a huge mess.

That night we also discussed the boys forming a band; as John had suggested. We spent the rest of our time after eating tea brainstorming people to join them, they especially needed a drummer. By the end of the night we had only come up with a few potential members; Colin Hanton, John Lowe, Peter Shotton, Stuart Sutcliffe and Pete Best.

The next few days both John and Paul tried organising band practises with them all after school, although Hanton and Lowe rarely turned up and John kicked poor Peter out because he wasn't as good as the others. So the only reliable members of their unnamed band was Paul, John, Stu and Pete.

Today is Saturday and I have spent my afternoon at Paul's house, the week has been a blast! During the week I spent most of my time dragging Vicky along to band practise to watch the boys and it's been great fun! John asked me on a date for tomorrow, although he hasn't kissed me since Tuesday at my house, but we have been very close around school. We haven't had any time alone together since Tuesday so I'm looking forward to seeing him tomorrow.

Paul's father invited my parents and myself over for lunch today, I always enjoy going to Paul's. We always have a laugh and Paul nearly always plays songs for me, today I helped him compose a song on his piano. I barely remember the words- something to do with moan and alone and right and tight, he told me he hadn't finished writing the lyrics yet anyway. It was a very upbeat and happy song, and I think it reflected our mood. The past week had been so out of the blue and merry for all of us, a real contrast to the drab Christmas holidays we all endured a few weeks before.

VICKY'S P.O.V

My father had sent me out to town to get the weekly shopping. Usually it would be my mother who goes out and gets it, but this week she has been feeling under the weather, so father suggested I do her job. This was very inconvenient for me because unlike my mother- who could drive- I had to catch the bus to town and back.

Another down side was that the sky looked like it was about to tip it down with rain! So I basically ran to the bus stop to get the next bus before the weather could change.

When I actually arrived at the shops I was an out of breath mess! The shops were swarming with people doing the same job as myself and I had only got half of the things on the list when my bags got full up. I had to pile things in my arms and shove as many things as possible into my carrier bags whilst being bombarded by everyone else trying to squeeze past me in the isles.

Oh I wish I could just go home. I looked towards the tills and saw huge queues coming from each station, I sighed, braced myself and made my way through the crowds of people, but before I got a chance to get anywhere near the queue I tripped- and landed  flat on my face.

The shopping fell from my arms and spilled all over the floor; everyone down my isle stared at me. I wanted to cry. I felt the tears well up in my eyes and I frantically attempted to scoop up the food that I dropped.

Whilst I was crawling around on the floor, tears trickling down my face, I felt a pair of hands grab me and pull me up.

"It's a'right love, you stay 'ere. I'll get that for ye, pet." I stood up and wiped away my tears and watched this mysterious boy pick up my shopping, he had a thick Liverpudlian accent and looked around my age, maybe younger. He scooped up my shopping, put them in his arms and came back over to me, smiling.

"Are ye okay now, like? Did ye hurt yerself? Come on, let's go pay for this." he said, bringing me over to the queues. I mumbled a 'thank you' and we stood in silence until we got served, he helped me pack.

"Where'd ye live? I'll take yer home, you'll need some help, like."

"I live down Willowdale Road, near Penny Lane. Thank you so much for this." I said, avoiding eye contact. I still felt terribly embarrassed, he must have seen me fall- oh and did I mention he is a teddy boy?!

"Okay, I'll take ye there. Me name's George by the way. I'm from the Institute." he told me as we made our way out of the shop.

"I'm Victoria, I- you...you can call me Vicky. I'm from the Art College." I stuttered.

"Ah, what a pretty name ye 'ave! So ye like art then, eh?" He queried, half joking.

"Well, yes. I like all sorts of art, but- but I think I'd like to be a fashion designer." I told him just as we reached the bus stop. "How about yourself? What kind of things do you like doing?"

"Me? I like music. Rock 'n' roll, like! I play guitar, I wanna be in a band! That's me aim in life, y'see? To do what I love... not necessarily to be famous." George told me.

"Seriously? You want to be in a band?!" I asked, a smile growing across my face.

"Yeah."

"Well, me friend's got this bloke, and he's just started a band, it hasn't got a name yet, but he's looking for more members! It's like, skiffle come rockish. I could introduce you? I know I barely know ye, but-" I started.

"That's bloody brilliant! Yer bein' serious? That's perfect!" George exclaimed, giving me a toothy side grin. I couldn't help but notice his fang like teeth.

"Yeah! Once we've dropped off the shopping, I could take you there?" I offered. George looked ecstatic and we hopped on the train.

During the journey I told George a bit about Lucy- and of course John and Paul forming a band. George seemed overwhelmed and we both hopped off the bus and made our way as quickly as possible to my house before it started to rain.

Once we had dropped off the shopping, I offered George a tea as a way to say thank you, but he seemed more interested in meeting John- the guy I had told him about, so instead we set off to John's house. I was worried to just turn up at his door, I didn't know him that well and I was afraid Lucy might be angry at me. I also didn't know if John even liked me! But I braced myself and headed off.

As George and myself were walking down the road, the heavens opened and it began to rain as expected. We ran to the nearest bus stop for shelter and I had to reconsider my plans, neither of us had any money to buy a bus ticket and John still lived another 10 minutes away.

"Damn" I thought out loud.

"Well we can, like, just wait for it to stop?" George suggested.

"No, we'd be waiting for an eternity." I said. "Wait, oh I know! Paul's house- the other lad- he lives near here! Something like, 20 Fortkiln Road? No, no, no. Urm, Fort... forth... that's it! 20 Forthlin Road! Where's that?" I yelled.

"Forthlin Road, eh? I'm not as familiar with these areas as yerself, lets try up 'ere!" he said, pointing further down the road. "take me jacket, it'll keep ye dry, like."

He passed me his black leather jacket and I put it over my head to shield myself from the rain, we ran together up the road until we found the correct street and we made our way to Paul's house.

I gingerly knocked Paul's door, I was terrified it was the wrong house. I knew Lucy was round at the time having dinner with his family, I didn't want to disturb them.

The door opened. "Hello? Victoria! Look Luce, Vicky's 'ere!" Paul bellowed through his house. "Who's this ye got 'ere then, Vic?"

"Me name's George. George Harrison. I play guitar, nice to meet yer."