Memories Are Made of This

Chapter 4

As I walked home this world was still so new to me, but there was a feeling that I had known it all before. And well, maybe I had. I adored the scenery, and the cars, and the people, oh my I adored it all. It's where I belonged. 

I unlocked the door to my home to find my friends that I lived with flock to the sound of the opening door. 

"Oh there you are!" Elizabeth screeched. 

"Oh my where did you go with that man!" Yelled Jana. 

"Oh tell us all about it!" Said Bambi. I laughed at their eagerness. 

"Well, that man led me to Dean Martin.. he had requested my presence in his dressing room, where I spent the night there with him..." I trailed off. The girls eyes grew big. 

"Oh me, oh my!" Exclaimed Bambi. 

"He is picking me up for dinner at 8 tonight. So I have to go shower and get those curlers in my hair!" I called as I walked up stairs. The entire time I was getting ready for the night I was thinking about Dean.. my, he was quite a man. 

By 7;32pm I was dressed and ready to go, the only thing I needed was to wing my eyeliner and put my red lipstick on. I wore a white pencil dress that had a black belt secured around the waist with a rather large buckle. I sighed as I looked into the mirror at myself. My hair had been curled into the perfect curl in front of my face, much like Marilyn Monroe's, however my hair was a dark brunette. My green eyes seemed to glow and my red lipstick seemed to put the outfit together. By this time it was 7:56. I hurried down stairs and slipped on black heels and a white silk wrap. 

"Golly!" Jana said. 

"Wow Jan, you really picked up some language here in the 50's haven't ya?" I asked with a laugh. 

"Oh I did. I got it from that boy Bobby, you know, the one we ran into on the beach?" Jana asked. 

"Yes, I remember him well, I'd really like to chat but I have to go with Dean in about a minute or so, he is always on the dot and he hates to wait. Goodbye girls!" I called as I walked out the door onto out porch steps just as Dean pulled up. 

"Right on time." We both said at once. I slid into the passenger seat. 

"Well, your friends sure are nosy." Dean laughed. I turned my attention to him to see his eyes were fixed on the window of my home. All three of my friends stared out the window, ones head on top of the other as they swooned at the sight of no other than Dean Martin. 

"Oh i'm terribly sorry, they ah, they are fans of yours. They are the ones that talked me into going to your show last night." I spoke. 

"Oh really?" He spoke as he gave a slight wave to the girls in the window. Elizabeth almost fainted and they all waved back in a love-struck kind of way. 

"Oh my.." I trailed off in embarrassment. 

"Oh don't be embarrassed baby, it's fine!" He said with a laugh as he pulled away from the curb. 

We arrived at a restaurant in which I hadn't known. As Dean led me to our table there were already two people sitting, waiting for us I presume, their backs toward us. Dean's arm was around my waist. And then, I realized who it was.. and my heart stopped. 

"Frank, Sammy, I'd like you to meet the sweet Sophia.." Dean said introducing us. Frank Sinatra. Sammy Davis Jr. Why I could have just died!

"Well Hello there Sophia. Won't you sit down?" Frank asked with a smile. My face must have been red again! I smiled back as I took a seat and Dean sat next to me. 

"I hope you're not mad baby, they called last minute and I couldn't say no to them, and when I told them about our plans Frank said "Oh well you bring her too!" I didn't say no because well, It's Frank's world, we just live in it." Dean said. I laughed. 

"Oh I'm not mad at all. It's quite an honor to say that I had dinner with three of the biggest entertainers in history!" I said with a smile. 

"Oh were not that big baby." Said Sammy. 

"Oh I wouldn't care if you were complete nobodies, I absolutely adore you. I can say I've been a fan for quite some time now. Oh my, this is just wonderful." I gushed. Sammy and Frank smiled.

"Well I'm glad." Stated Frank. "Now, do you sing?" He asked. 

"Well, I sing a little, I don't know if it's really worth anything though." I spoke. 

"Well maybe you'll just have to come with us some night to our show at the Sands. Maybe you can sing with us, you sure are a pretty little thing, and I'm sure the crowed would love you!" Said Frank. 

"Oh, why, Mr. Sinatra that's wonderful of you to suggest. And maybe I will take you up on the offer." I smiled. 

"Oh you don't have to call me 'Mr.' It makes me feel old. You can just call me Frank, as all." He said. I nodded.

"And just call me Sam or Sammy, we can all be friends here right baby?" Sammy asked. 

"Of coarse. I'd hope so, you three are wonderful." I spoke. 

"Oh so are you baby, so are you." Said Dean. I smiled up at him.