A Common Misconception (Beatles Fanfic)

The Cavern Club Lunchtime Gig (Chapter 2)

I woke up to the sound of music the next day as Alfie left his radio turned on after he left to go out with his mates. Buddy Holly and the Crickets were playing Peggy Sue which was one of the songs that made me love Buddy Holly and the fact that he almost always uses only three chords for every song he does - D E A.

I had my breakfast(to be honest, it was a little too burnt) and shower before I decided to draw a face in my sketchbook until Natty arrives to give whatever 'advice' she has on what she wants me to wear to that gig we're going to. Knock knock knock. I assumed that to be Natty and wasn't surprised that it was her. Unlike most people, she preferred knocking the door over ringing the doorbell.

"Flo! You're not ready yet?" Natty asked as she gave me a quizzical look. "Well, if I know you long enough, I know you wouldn't approve what I'd wear anyhow," I replied with a side smile. "Let's start then!" she said with glee as she ran up the stairs to my room.

"Your wardrobe hasn't changed that much, y'know. Sneakers, dresses, cardigans," said Natty as she went through my wardrobe in a haste, "ooh what about this?" A few moments of silence followed before she gave me a pair of saddle shoes that belonged to a cousin of mine, a blue dress with small white flecks that reminded me of stars, a red belt and a leather jacket she found in Alfie's room.

"I think we're ready to go. Yer don't have to put makeup or anything. I know yer feel 'bout it at times," she said hastily as she pushed all the clothes strewn on the floor inside of the wardrobe. We told my mum that I'd be back by 8 at night before we left for the McCartney's 20 Forthlin Street which wasn't that far off.

We rang the doorbell and a man with his sleeves rolled up, a tea towel in one hand and an apron tied around his waist opened the front door for us. "Why hello there, girls. Michael and Paul are in their rooms," he said as he ushered us in, "Just to refresh your memory.My name's McCartney, Jim McCartney."

"Of course I remember you, Mr. McCartney. I used to come over  before I left for Manchester," I replied and Natty nodded. Their home was exactly how I remembered it to be. Neat for one thing. You see, Mr. McCartney likes things being tidy and in order. Michael ran down the steps to bring us up to his room. "Oi, you coming up or what!?" Mike shouted as he ran down the steps. "Manners, Michael," Jim reprimanded his son. When we reached Mike's room, it was still messy exactly like it was 2 years ago.

"Natty, Flo, this is Paul," Michael introduced us to his brother Paul who was trying to fix his hair. "Hi, Paul," Natty said dreamily. Paul acknowledged her briefly with a nod as he had a comb in his mouth. "Sorry about that, nice to meet both of you," Paul said politely. Paul was about 5ft 11in tall with ebony black hair and moss-like green eyes. He had a little baby face that girls used to make fun of when we were in primary school.

"Hey Paul, what time are we leaving for your gig," asked Michael, taking the comb from Paul. "In a few minutes, Mike. I'm trying to fix my hair," replied Paul in an agitated tone as he struggled to find satisfaction from the by-product of his hair. "Paul, Michael, here's lunch and you could share it with the girls if they feel hungry," said Jim McCartney who gave us three bags of lunch to hold. "Thank you, Mr. McCartney," Natty and I said politely.

We all got out of their house and started walking to the Cavern Club. Me and Paul were walking ahead while Michael and Natty were following us. "So what do you play?" I asked Paul as I eyed the case he held in one hand. "Oh, I play the bass and I sing," Paul replied, smiling at my sudden interest. "That's cool. Written any so-" I said before I got interrupted by Mike's abrupt question.

"Is Pete and George there yet?" Michael asked as he nudged Natty to get out of dream mode who grunted at him. "Yeah, probably. They wouldn't be late to our first gig as the Beatles," Paul said as he stared at his watch absent-mindedly.