I Saw Her Standing There: Book 1: A Paul McCartney love story

Chapter 1: The Beginning

      It had been a whole year since Analeigh Davis had graduated from her small town high school in West Texas. She still wasn't used to being on her own, but she knew she had to get out now or she would be stuck there just like her mother and so many others. She packed a suitcase full of clothes and other necessities, and left a rather lengthy note for her mother to find, explaining why she had left.

     Analeigh was at the ripe age of 19 and rather beautiful. Her curly, thick, dark brown hair was a bit passed the middle of her back, and her golden eyes were always guarded with her past. She was 5'5, and slender with full, rosy lips to die for. Analeigh wanted to become a photographer, and she knew she could do it. With her bags packed and letter to her mother lying on the kitchen table, she set off to the airport where she would board a plane to Liverpool, England.

     Once she arrived in Liverpool she booked a room at the Lord Nelson hotel. She had quite a bit saved up from jobs back home, but she knew she would need a job soon. The next morning she woke up, showered, and dressed in her favorite pair of jeans, black, lace-up boots, a black V-neck, and her favorite yellow cardigan. She took the elevator downstairs and started to hunt for a job. She stopped at a few places, but was denied because her American accent "might make the customers a bit uncomfortable."  Finally she came across a nightclub over on Matthew Street called The Cavern, where there was a sign in the window stating that they were hiring.

     She walked in confidently, "Confidence is key, Ana," her mother would always say, and went to the bar to asked about the position.

  "Hi, I'm Analeigh. I just moved here from America, and I saw your sign. Do you guys have applications?"

  The young, blonde, British girl scoured her with her eyes because of the accent, but replied politely, "No, I'm afraid we don't, but Alan is in the back. I'll go get him and see if he wants to set up an interview."

     While the blonde girl went to go get who Analeigh could only assume to be the manager, she took a seat at the bar and turned around to look at the place. It was quite small, and had a little stage at the far end with a bass, 2 guitars, and a drum whose head proclaimed belonged to a member of The Quarrymen , and there were hardly any windows. She loved it instantly, and knew England would be a place she could truly call home. She turned back to the bar until a noise caught her attention and made her turn back towards the stage. There at the very front was a boy about her age (maybe a little older) picking up the bass, he looked up and their eyes met. He had dark brown hair that was very near black, and what appeared to be brown eyes from the distance. He was average height for a boy, 5'11, maybe taller and very good looking. He smiled at her and was about to say something when from back stage someone yelled, "PAUL!" The boy turned, took one last look, and disappeared from left stage. Just then a short, chubby man walked from behind the bar and extended his hand to Analeigh.

  "Hey there, I'm Alan. This is my club. I understand you're looking for work here?"

  "Hi, I'm Analeigh. Yes, I just came from America, and I saw your sign out front."

  "I've been to the States a few times meself, what part are ya from?"

  "Texas."

  "Ah. Never been there. Mostly the Northern states. Well, we're hiring for a new clean up girl. You'll have to help clean tables, the bar, dishes, backstage, all that mess. Do you have any job experience?"

And so the interview went on in a pretty casual way for another 20 minutes when Alan said, "All right. I think I've heard enough. You can start tonight. Be here at 6:15 to make sure the stage is ready for the boys tonight. And make sure to dress for warmth. It gets pretty hot in here when there's a packed crowd."