Win a date with Paul McCartney

Chapter 5

My hands got pruney so quick whenever I bathed. if I dipped into water for more than 10 minutes they'd shrivel. 

It annoyed the heck out of me.

It was one in the morning, and i really couldn't sleep. something was bugging me. i couldn't figure it out. diana had fallen asleep hours ago, we were watching some like it hot and diana was rambling on about what she would wear on the next date, that is until she had fallen asleep. she was getting better with her flu, and it was hilariously going away right after the date. 

so, there I was, in my bath. contemplating life. 

A thought came into my mind. it was about the date. i thought about it for a couple of minutes. I kept on thinking about all the conversations. They made me giggle silently. 

That faded away though, and I fell asleep in the bath.

I woke up to the telephone ringing. its shrilling noise alarmed me.

I got up immediately and wrapped a towel around me, picked up the phone, and waited for the other line.

"uh, is this.. Lora?" a musky voice whispered.

the voice was too familiar, and I was sure it was paul.

"It's Nora.. Paul?" i replied. 

"Yeah, hey. I'm very sorry for calling at this time.." there was a pause on the telephone. "alright, I promised a date with your friend, I'll keep that promise. our band's leaving on sunday, which is in two days time, so we can do tomorrow at night, and I'll come and pick both you up, a-"

at this point my eyebrows were furrowed a little. why would I be going?

"Both of us? It'll just be Diana, won't it?" I whispered.

"Yes, of course, well you see... I'm bringing the others and she won't want to be the only girl, won't she?" 

Paul was slurring his words a little, he seemed tired and drunk. I sighed and nodded.

"The others?"

"The band wants to tag along, a-"

My heart skipped a beat as he said that, but I acted casual.

"Okay, well... Call this number tomorrow? Get some sleep," I paused and almost forgot, "I live on Plattings street, number 320 at the wertins apartment."

On the other end was a large yawn and another voice, presumably a woman.

I put the phone down and got changed into my pyjamas, slipped into bed, and had a song ringing in my head for too long. 

-

"What do I wear!" 

"Oh... Definitely the... Purple." I draped a pure and dark purple dress on top of Diana's shoulder and motioned her to change into it.

So, we had woken up at one in the afternoon, her and me had no work that day. We got to the closet, our most loved object, and started working out what to wear.

"I don't know... Will it suit me?" She asked, in doubt. 

"Yep, oh of course, you'll look great," I fixated my eyes on her, "trust me." 

She got changed on the spot, and the dress suited her, and it was great. we took a couple of photos and I did her makeup.

"Let's hope I don't puke again..." Diana said.

I cracked up as I did her left eyes liner, and she kept on fumbling around. 

"I can't believe you've gotten another chance to meet him. That's insane... It really is. And it'll be gear.."