Lucy In The Sky

Eleanor Rigby

After my emotional and spontaneous trip to Paul's house he walked me home. He made me feel safe and reassured me about my doubts with John and I's engagement. I found myself having a surprisingly peaceful and undisturbed sleep, despite all that had been going through my mind the previous day.

Paul had invited me over to his house the morning after the incident, which I quite looked forward to. After Stu passed away I saw and heard very little from Vicky, she was well and truly devastated. Therefore it was nice to have some company other than John and my own family, just having someone to talk to meant a lot to me.

So I made my way over to Paul's house after breakfast. The Liverpool streets seemed more alive that morning and the sun was shining bright in the marmalade sunrise, I felt the improved weather reflected my mood. As I reached Paul's door, Jim (his father) welcomed me with an affectionate smile and continued to take me through to the kitchen.

"Paul! Lucy's here." Jim yelled through the house. "Would you like a tea, love?" he asked as I heard a quick thudding sound of feet run down the stairs.

"Yes please, that'd be lovely." I replied as Paul ran into the room. He gave me a stupendous smile whilst he panted, slicking his hair back with his hand. It was so nice to see such a genuine smile for the first time in what seemed like forever.

After Jim gave us both a tea we made our way to the living room where we both sat down and sipped on our drinks. Just being in Paul's company lightened my mood all together! We began talking about when we were younger, sharing our memories of one another, it gave me a great sense of nostalgia. I never realised how many memories I had of Paul, he was a great childhood friend of mine and we could barely be separated. We spent a while chatting and giggling, reminiscing our childhood until we both felt our faces ache from laughter. This is when Paul decided to get out his guitar and play a few songs for me! He claimed he wrote one for me a while ago and played it to me whilst I was asleep in hospital. I felt truly honoured, no one had ever done such a thing for me, not even John!

He began playing the song (which he titled "Any Time At All") and I was utterly speechless. Not just because he was an astounding singer and guitarist but because the lyrics were beautiful. It just showed how much he cared for me. Once he finished, I leapt into his arms and gave him a magnificent hug, tears brimming my eyes. I thanked him a million times over and kept our tight embrace.

"Whoah, Lucy! It's fine, it's fine! You deserve it, like." he said, pulling me off of him and looking me in the eyes.

"No one's ever done anything like this for me before! It's just the thing with John-" I began.

"Forget about that silly argument! John loves ye!" Paul exclaimed, shaking his head.

"It's hard to forget about it when you have hair like this!" I shrieked, tugging at my hair. "I don't blame him for hating it!" I sighed, slouching back into the sofa.

"John loves you no matter what hair you have, Lucy. He is your fiancé! You are still the same girl beneath! Who even cut yer hair anyway?" he asked with a suspicious look upon his face.

"Ellie Digby, the girl with the boutique next to the church..." I said.

Paul's eyes lit up and he suddenly leapt to his feet. "That's it then!" he declared, skipping to the piano by the window and taking a seat. "Sit!" he said, tapping the space on the bench next to him. I chuckled at Paul's insanity and took the seat, what on earth was he up to? With that thought, he stretched out his arms and wiggled his fingers, as though he was about to cast a magic spell. "Ellie Digby.." he mumbled repetitively under his breath.

"Paul?" I said, worried about his strange behaviour.

"Shh! You're ruining the creative flow, like!" he snapped. I was taken back at first, but then I found myself in stitches of laugher at Paul's queer mood as he continued to hum and murmur odd remarks. "Right. Well, Miss Ellie Digby don't know what's comin'!" he said, placing his hands on the keys.

Suddenly he started playing a tune I did not recognise, it sounded as if it should be played at a funeral, but with a strangely catchy tune. "Ellie Digby picks up the rice..." he began to sing as his fingers tapped away at the keys. "No no no, that doesn't fit." he stated, restarting the tune. "Eleanor Digby picks up the rice in the church... Ah, much better, huh?" he turned to me, smiling like a mad man. "But perhaps Digby is a bit too obvious.. Digby, Digby, Rigby, Rigby!" he mumbled to himself. The tune started over. "Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice in the church where a wedding has been, lives in a dream, waits at the window, wearing a face that she keeps in a jar by the door, who is it for?" Paul sung in an angelic tone. For a moment he paused, "I love writing songs, Lucy. So I'm makin' one for Ellie, do ye think she'll like it?" I gave him the look of sudden understanding and nodded. He continued composing the song. "All the lonely people, where do they all come from..."

I finally saw what Paul was doing! As he could clearly see, Ellie had upset me, therefore he was writing a song about her having a miserable life. Oh, that man did make me laugh. I began to join in with his singing and even made up bits myself!

"Father McCartney, writing the words of a sermon that no one will hear, no one comes near!" I sang, as we both broke into hysterical fits of laughter. However, that afternoon we somehow ended up composing our own song on the piano about the unfortunate life of 'Eleanor Rigby', and it was the most fun I had had in a long time!