Roxan ~ In My Life with the Beatles

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Grammys and other important stuff.

"Roxan darling, Jerry here. Long-time no speak dear!" Jerry Hall model, partner of the Rolling Stones front man Mick Jagger drawled down the line, her Texan accent instantly recognisable.

"Jerry how are you and all the kings of rock!?"

"Fine Fine. First of March you have a date!"

"With who, not Mick!" I tease the leggy blonde, we have been acquaintances for years but never for more than a few hours at a time do we see each other.

"You wish ducky. First of March dinner and a night of merriment. The Grammys!! I have a spare ticket, Mick reminder'd me you were in my homeland now, I totally forgot I'm such a silly goose, and well here I am asking you on a date!"

"Oh, wow Jerry it would be great to catch up. I haven't been out in that long!"

"Great that was easy I thought I would have to twist that arm of yours for a yes. I'll call tomorrow with all the details. Mick and the boys will love to see you! Byeee"

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New York, Bright Lights, Big City.

Not my cup of tea to live here but it is exciting! Sophie and I had arrived at the Ritz Carlton located on Central Park early the day of the awards show. We were soon in our swank room high above the enormous and beautiful park. As we gazed over the trees below we could see horse drawn carriages, people everywhere and a large lake.

"...Now Mrs Wilson is going to look after you this evening here in the room, you can draw and watch a movie and tomorrow.... we can go for a carriage ride!" I sat on the bed hugging Sophie she was being wiggly and silly so I tickled her and gave her hundreds of kisses.

"OK mummy, ice cream too pretty please!" Sophie blinked tiredly, the day was a long one with cross country flights and the rush to and from the airport- from home, and now to the hotel. Not to mention the heavy traffic in New York, with the awards ceremony bringing the stars out on the town to play, the place was more chaotic than ever.

"Thank you Beryl for looking after Soph. Here's the details and phone numbers for the reception desk at the grammys. Sophie is tired so you will have, more than likely, a silent night!" I gave Soph one more hug and kiss and left our room to catch the elevator downstairs. We were all meeting in the lobby to travel together to the show.

"Hey baby!" Mick swaggered over as soon as I was out of the elevator, charisma oozing from him. He was really a darling guy who looked after everyone around him. "You look hot mumma" he just was too 'wandering eye' for me that's all.

"Now don't you start with the flirtation so soon. Bright red beetroot cheeks don't go with yellow dresses! Now.. how are you all!?"

My mid thigh length dress was a canary yellow. The neckline tapered in a V to my chest, a little flirty but safe for the mother in me. A yellow rose sat at the centre of the V, my short sleeves sat on my shoulder and were floaty and feminine; with my LA tan it sung.

Jerry walked over, the foyer her catwalk. When she was in a room all eyes were on her. I felt like the dowdy mum I am next to her willowy angel. "That dress was made for you, Roxan darlin!"

"You both look luvly now let's hit the bitumen ladies" Keith grabbed my arm along with his girlfriend Ashley's and rushed us to the black limousine out front. A round of drinks was poured almost immediately. "To a night of laffs, drinks, slags and fags" the car erupted with laughter and groans from us girls as we crawled down the busy streets toward the ceremony.

Oh lord, what am I letting myself in for...

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"I forgot about this bit" I bit my lip as I realised I wasn't in no man's land anymore. And I was with one of the hottest bands in the world.

Flashbulbs and fans would be jostling and the press would be recording everything. Jerry sensed my rising panic and patted my knee.

"Come on love, you were the queen of this stuff! Head high, back straight, eyes front, smile plastered on!" The car pulled to a stop behind two others and everyone clamoured to get out. "Let's go!! Jerry trilled and spun to grab Mick and flash her megawatt smile.

The few newsman near us spotted me and seemed to become lions for a story, I wasn't in a talking mood and how, for that matter, did they even remember me. "Mrs Lennon! Mrs Lennon a word please! Mrs Lennon...! Are you planning-" Charlie Watts quickly escorted me into the theatre and Ashley then came rushing over.

"What, was that all about! They went absolutely nutso when they saw you!" Ashley, Keith's date, was bouncing off the walls, high on little something, but she was happy and chirpy so it didn't bother me too much. She then completely forgot her question about the media and pouted out "Keithy lets find our table and a big drinky-poo" She then peppered kisses on Keith. They were so different. Keith laid back and cool, Ashley a bouncy pouty puppy, never was she still!