The Nearest To My Heart -John Lennon Fan Fiction - Paul McCartney Fan Fiction - Beatles Fan Fiction

Chapter One - Speak Of the Devil

Paul played the piano and sang, "In spite of all the danger, in spite of all that may be, ah. I'll do anything for you, anything you want me to, if you'll be true to me." He had written this song when he was only fourteen, but he believed that 'In Spite Of All the Danger' would be perfect for the Debutantes. However, he knew that he had to do some editing to make it suitable for them.

Jane stood at the doorway of the music room, enjoying watching him compose. She put on her double-breasted trench coat and walked into the room. Paul could already hear how he wanted the song to sound in his head. He reached out and turned off the portable reel-to-reel tape recorder on the small end table next to the piano.

"Very nice," Jane said as she tied the straps of her trench coat. "It's an old song that I decided to dust off. Come sit with me." He patted the piano bench.

"I have an audition," Jane informed him.

He played a simple melody. "I won't be away too long. I should be back in time for tea." She pressed a soft kiss to the side of his face. He smiled, managing to hide his disappointment. "I'll keep working on this song until you get back," He said.

"Good, I want to hear what you've done with it," Jane replied.

He stood up from the piano bench. "I'll walk you out."

"No, keep at it," Jane kissed him.

Paul watched her walk out of the room. He adored Jane and enjoyed living with his girlfriend and her family. Life with the Ashers had given him entrance into London society. Paul wanted to live an upper-crust British life.

He had adjusted well to his new surroundings and was thriving, but his views on relationships remained unaltered. Paul had never met a woman quite like Jane before. She was just as career-oriented and independent as he was, and these qualities had initially attracted him to her. However, he now wanted to be her top priority, but her acting career always came first.He picked up his lighter and a pack of Benson and Hedges cigarettes from the top of the piano and lit one. He then sat on the piano bench and pressed the rewind button on the tape recorder.

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John stepped out of the car, which was driven by a chauffeur. Jane greeted him, leaving the door slightly open. "He's in the music room," she said before quickly descending the stairs.

"Where's the fire?"

"I've got an audition." She hurried past him.

He walked up the steps of the townhouse, stepped inside, and shut the door. John went downstairs to the music room.

Paul was seated at the piano bench, smoking his cigarette and listening to the song he'd recorded. It took John a moment to recognize the song. "Feeling nostalgic?" He took off his suede jacket and tossed it onto an armchair.

"It's for the Debutantes," Paul replied, stubbing out his cigarette into a nearby ashtray.

"You're going to give that to them?" John asked, sitting down on the sofa and stretching his legs out, crossing them at the ankle.

"It just needs a bit of polishing. We could finish this before tea time. We could play the tape for Charlie before the concert tonight," Paul said, pressing the stop button on the tape recorder.

John winked. "It could get me in good with her."

Paul laughed. "I suppose we should get on with it."

"Why should he care if John wanted to get Charlie into bed?" Paul thought. But if John wanted to have a go at her, it was his business. "I've got a better idea," Paul said.