The Beatles Story

CHAPTER 9

Julia taps onto my shoulder as I continue dancing. She leans close, brushing my hair out of the way so she can say something in my ear.

"I have to get going now, my girls are waiting for me to tuck them to sleep" she explains. I nod in consideration. "Would you  tell John goodnight for me please?", Julia continued.

"Yeah"

She smiles at me and pulls me into a tight hug and kiss goodnight on the cheek. She passes through the crowd, smiling and laughing with them all. The quarrymen don't take long to end the night after Julia left, by then I was getting a little tired. John, Paul, and the rest of the quarrymen were covered in sweat, not only from the amount of energy they put into their performance ,but from the crowded and stuffy room. I applauded in sync with the crowd, I felt very fortunate to be here, to see the earliest of pre Beatle shows. John scans the room for me once he's off the stage. Our eyes finally meet and his face brightens up. I quickly walk up to him, gently shoving people out of my path. He surprises me when he wraps his arms around me, lifting me up off the ground.

"Oh gosh! Okay!" I blurt.

He lets go of me excitedly.

"What did you think eh? It was bloody good, we had an audience!" 

"Yeah I know, it was amazing! Very breathtaking!"

John wipes the sweat off his upper lip. He looks around the room, trying to locate someone.

"Where's mum?"

"Oh! She left before you guys finished, but she told me to tell you goodnight!" I chirped. His eyes widen a bit.

"Thank you" he replied kindly. From the corner of my eye I see Paul talking with another boy. I squint my eyes to try to see who it is. It's George. George Harrison. My heart skipped and hoped that Paul would introduce him to us, but to my dismay, they shook hands before George left.  Tears of sweat slide off his hair as he walks towards us.

"How was that for a show?" he asked.

"She said it was bloody amazing!" John replied. "The crowd really digged it eh?!"

My eyes dart at both bandmates as they go back and forth. By this point I was counting all of my blessings, I mean first witnessing John and Paul meet and now leading up to them forming the band. I've felt like the luckiest person and still do, this was something I wanted to keep for myself. Who knows if by the time i go back home I could tell somebody about this. Would they believe me? Would they dismiss me as a crazy person? I don't know, but who cares right now, what matters now is whats happening in front of me and whatever will happen from here on out.

"Would you two mind having a pint with me? There's a pub right out here we can check out" Paul suggested.

"Will you settle us up for it mate?" inquired John, making Paul pause for a moment.

"Yes of course I'll pay for you both"

John slapped his hands together happily. I thought about Aunt Mimi, it was getting late and I'm pretty sure she wouldn't be too keen on me and John arriving late.

"What about your Aunt Mimi John? Maybe we should head back to your place before she gets mad" I pondered. After my concerning proposition, John slumped his head against his shoulder and made a "really?" glare at me. His facial gesture almost made me laugh. I knew John Lennon was known as the funny Beatles, yet he was a lot more in the flesh, especially when it was directed towards you.

"Who the hell cares? Why do you care so much about what Mimi will do? She won't do anything!" scoffed John.

"Don't you think she'll be upset?"