𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐄 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓

𝟏. 𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐀𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧

𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐄 𝟔 𝟏𝟗𝟔𝟐

" Paul , your voice is beautiful. " Her dad complimented.

" Why Thank you " The taller boy exclaimed sarcastically and bowed .

" John... " His face turned .

" Its like your singing through gravel... " He said quite harshly , and the boy cocked his head back in offence .

" Pete , there's something not quite right , the beat , you don't have the beat. "

" George , you don't quite have the rhythm yet , i think you need a bit of drive . "

He jolted his knees and screwed up the sleeves of his shirt , his complaints were over , he cleared his throat " so thats enough from me , is there anything you don't like? "

The room went awfully silent , that being odd for a recording studio , then the younger boy chirped , " I don't like your tie. "

Laughter filled as the boys immaturely giggled at their bandmates snidey comment towards the posh business man who also happened to be called George , George Martin.

The girl sat on the bottom of the stairs sniggered into her magazine , she didn't normally visit her father at work , but everyone had been talking about the Beatles, and Eliza had the luckiest Opportunity to say that she knows what their all about , and it was true , they were quite dreamy .

The taller man smiled a little , Brian Epstein . " you don't like it either do you? " George asked .

" I've seen worse. " Brian replied politely.

George's bitter face wrinkled slightly at the mockery surrounding him , but he suppose it was mutual after his criticism, and he slowly loosened his tie , taking it off , the maroon fabric flopping in his clenched hand.

" Right , quick break." He exhaled and wandered up the spiral stairs where Brian helplessly followed behind .

"Ay who's the lady? " One mumbled in a naisily voice .

" I think thats George's daughter ." The tallest said quite loud .

Eliza looked up from her magazine as the two were discussing not so secludedly .

they slowly turned to see the girl looking straight at them , smirking with instant embarrassment they turned straight back around .

" Im going in. " The naisily one said cockily .

" John you can't. " The tallest protested .

" Awh. " He said patting his heart sarcastically and pulling a frown, he then waltzed over to Eliza sat on the stairs.

" Whats a pretty girl like you doing here? " He said the most used line he had ever said in the history of flirting , and sat right beside her .

" Whats four incompetent boys like you lot doing here ? " Eliza smiled sarcastically resting her chin in her palms and flattering her eyelashes up at who seemed to be John.

" You didn't like what you heard? " The tallest said strolling over to the two before john could even speak .

She grinned widely, her pearly grin shone " I've heard better... "

"Oh yeah? Like what?" He asked sitting the other side of her .

" Oi Macca yer can't do that. " john bickered , as if children fighting over a dolly.

" Ay let the girl answer Lenny. " he said smiling seductively at Eliza in the middle .

" Your no Frank Sinatra. " she said .

" Franky doesn't rock n roll like us. " John said bouncing his eyebrows .

The other boy in the back seemed to be tuning his guitar and had no interest in what his bandmates were competing over , as if he knew it was a daily occurrence , and the lad on the drums had seemed to have disappeared the second her father announced a quick break .

" Johnny Cash " she suggested .

"Far better." The tallest sang almost as he mocked her plummy accent.

"Elvis." She smiled as if she had began playing a game.

" Well you can't compare anyone to the king. " he said crossing his arms.

"Ay what about..." john began , as he dug a hand down his pocket and pulled out a pair of blocky black glasses , and stuck them on .

"Buddy holly." She said quickly as soon as he wore the glasses .

He grinned , " I'm john Lennon , but you can call me johnny. " he whispered wrapping a firm and heavy arm around her shoulder .

" maybe I'll call you Alan. " she whispered back shrugging his arm off her shoulder .

" Im Paul, and you can call me what you like..." Paul smirked with a whisper , placing a warm hand on her knee , that was covered with the fabric of her dark purple trousers.

" If you boys keep on taunting me i might need to tell my daddy. "   She whispered back matching them .

" Wouldn't want that. " john winked as he spoke in the thickest scouser accent , and the two of them walked back over to their guitars , accepting her rejection.

Eliza went back to her magazine, reading teen screen , and this week the headline was about what bob Wagner had done to Natalie , if she was honest she wasn't entirely bothered what the hell bob Wagner did or who he was , but she had been reading this magazine since she was sixteen , and she seemed to have some kind of fear of not knowing what happened next , so she supposed she did bother .

Suddenly the door to the control room swung open , "Liza!" George called out , and she shut her magazine walking up the stairs as she felt twelve eyes on her .

"Thats her name .. Liza." John said to the others .

"She looks a bit young for you john don't ya think?" George said trying to be the voice of reason .

"Yeah i say you leave it to me old man." Paul said smirking at the way he winds up john .

"Ay carry on , she rejected you anorl !" He said squaring up to him .

Eliza sat on the counter top in the control room , her legs freely swinging up and down .

"Can you just be careful darling theres a lot of cables in here ." George said pushing her legs carefully back down .

"Why do you want me here?" Eliza asked her father , looking at him and Brian .

"Because i know what the boys are like ." Brian spoke .

"They did get a bit handsy" Eliza said.

George's head sprung up from what he was working on "did they?" He asked firmly , then she looked at Brian's disappointed face , if her dad knew that the boys were flirting with his daughter , he definitely wouldn't sign them for the record .

"Erm , well no they only shook my hand , nothing weird , they seem quite respectable." Eliza lied , finding herself sticking up for the boys she found piggish and idle.