Twelve

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 UGH I AM SO MAD AT THE EDITOR RIGHT NOW!! This chapter is fine, but the next lot looks like I really messed up. It was evenly spaced before I tried to copp/paste it into the editor. My apologies, I will find a way to fix it...

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"That was great!" Marilyn cheers from the audience. "I can't wait to learn that bass line!"   

John whistles loudly, causing Rebecca to put her hands over her ears and slap his arm. "Beautiful, really."   

Amber blushes deeply. "Uh, thanks." George stands and claps her on the back.   

"I think you might be almost as good as me with that guitar." He grins.  

She rolls her eyes. "Not even close, Harrison."   

"Might be, uh.... What's your last name?" He cocks his head to the side.  

"You look like a puppy when you do that." Amber pokes George's nose. "And it's Reed. Amber Reed."   

Paul laughs loudly. "Reed? That works well!"   

Ringo looks confused. "I don't get it."  

Amber blushes and punches Paul in the arm. "I play clarinet." She turns to Paul, who's holding his arm. "How did you even know?"  

He smiles. "I don't know, how did I know you played harmonica, as well?" She punches his arm again.  

"Any other instruments?" John has an amused look in his eyes.  

"Well... I know a little trombone, but I don't own one." She looks at Marilyn. "And she plays flute, though she rarely admits it. And Kimberly plays trumpet."   

"Well, we should probably be going now..." George says, but he's staring at the kitten he has in his arm, smiling.  

"I see you like my little cat." Amber smiles, petting the fluffy black ball of fur behind the ears.    "If it's a boy, can we name it George?" He asks her.  

"Yeah! And name the puppy Ringo. Because it's cute." Ringo says. "Like me."   

"You are cute." Rebecca pinches Ringo's cheek, and he blushes. "I'm going to go use the bathroom." She waves before hopping up the steps.  

"Amber.. How old is your sister?" Ringo asks.  

"She'll be twenty three next month, right?" Kimberly answers.  

"Yeah. Our birthdays are less than a month apart." John raises and eyebrow, and she laughs. "And a few years, John."   

"We need to go now." Paul sighs. "Brian wants us in the studio tomorrow, remember? We need sleep." He looks at Marilyn. "Practice that bass line. You'll be better than me at it."  

She smiles and nods. "Can do."  

"I don't want to leave, but okay." George makes a pouty face and sets the kitten down.  

"Goodbye." Kimberly waves. John tries to kiss her cheek again, but she swerves away, and holds out her hand. He reluctantly shakes it.

Rebecca then walks back down the steps.  

"I'll see you soon." Amber doesn't swerve away from George. He still hasn't tried to kiss her on the lips yet, and she's glad of that.  

"Yeah. See you soon." Amber looks at Paul, who's behind Kimberly, his finger to his lips. He sneaks up behind her and kisses her cheek.  

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