TO THE TOPPERMOST OF THE POPPERMOST (completed)

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     "John, no. You put your fingers here, on the A chord and then strum," she said, and he studies her fingers on her banjo. He did what she did, and strummed. It didn't sound smooth like hers did, and that frustrated him.
     "Damn it! I just can't get it!" He yelled, and clenched his fists.
     "John! You will get it, okay? It just takes some time. Practice and you will get better," she said, and we smooth voice calmed him down. He put his fingers back on the guitar and strummed. True to her word, he sounded a bit better.
      "Thanks mum, I'd better be off or Mimi will have my head! I'll visit tomorrow if I can," he promised her, and she kissed him on the cheek. He hated that he had to leave her, and he felt as if he should be able to stay with his own mother.
      "I'll see you later, Johnny," she said, and he waved as he walked out and onto the sidewalk. He trudged home, and dreaded walking in because he knew Mimi would tear him a new one for staying out past sunset. She didn't yet know that he spent his evenings at Julia's and he wasn't planning on telling her anytime soon because he knew she would make a fuss.
      "John Winston Lennon! Where on earth have you been?" Greeted Mimi as soon as he took he took his coat off at the door.
      "I've been learning the banjo," he said honestly, and Mimi inspected his face for any tells that he was lying.
       "With?" She asked, and he quickly thought of an answer.
       "A boy from school," Mimi couldn't find any tells so she let him go. John ran up to his room and took a shower. As soon as he got out, he put on an Elvis record.
     "Turn that damn music down, boy!" Mimi yelled from downstairs and john mumbled under his breath.
     "Oh, piss off, Mimi," he whispered, but did turn it down a bit. He didn't exactly want to make her any more angry. He was lucky he was allowed out tonight after the grades he'd made in his report card.
      He was about to jump in bed, but decided first to grab a magazine from under his mattress. He got the playboy edition from this month that someone at school had sold him.
      He fantasized about the model in the foldout being with him. He hadn't pulled any birds today, and so he was frustrated.
       As soon as he was done, he put the magazine back under the mattress and went to sleep hearing Elvis' voice surround him from his record player. He dreamt of being famous one day, and if he only knew.
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