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Chapter Five - Ring In The New Year Part One

John stepped out onto the private patio of his maisonette, leaving behind the noise of his crying son Julian as his wife Cynthia tended to the fussy baby.

He grumbled underneath his breath and lit himself a cigarette, walking down the patio stairs to have a seat at the bottom of the stairs.

This was the furthest he could get from his crying son without leaving the flat.

John heard the door to the private patio open.

"Love," She called out.

He didn't turn to acknowledge her.

"I'm going to take Julian out for a walk in his pram. I think that might stop the crying."

He nodded and continued to smoke his cigarette.

When he was sure that he was alone, John turned his head to look at the top of the stairs.

Cynthia was a good wife and mum, and there were moments that John was happy with her. But, when John was around Charlie, he felt dissatisfied with his wife.

He stubbed out his half-smoked cigarette onto the step and stood up, flicking it to the ground. John walked up the stairs, soundlessly opened the door, and stopped to listen for any signs of his wife or son. It was silent.

John stepped into the front room. He grabbed the phone from the coffee table and sat down on an armchair. 

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It had taken some persuading from Paul to get George Martin to agree to see The Debutantes. After, he listened to their cover of 'In Spite of All the Danger,' and decided that the girl group was worth meeting.

Paul had gone from his meeting with George Martin to the President Hotel where the girls were staying to share the good news with them.

Paul was intrigued by Charlie's subtle innuendo from the night before, but he'd half-heartedly convinced himself that getting involved with her would be a terrible idea.

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Charlie opened her hotel room door. "Paul, what are you doing here?" She regretted the flirtatious hint she'd given him about preferring his company over John's. Paul didn't acknowledge her hint. The declaration had left her feeling vulnerable, an emotion that she detested. 

Paul thought Charlie was quite striking without makeup. She looked good done up, but there was something about this natural look of hers that momentarily had him at a loss for words. 

He was used to seeing her in full makeup, hair styled into a beehive, wearing a tight dress that showed off her fit form.

She looked good with her hair down, wearing a pair of capri pants and a knit jumper.

"I should've called," He paused, trying to think before he spoke, but he knew that was a lost cause. "I wanted to see you." 

"And, you've seen me."

Paul considered the possibility that he'd gotten what she'd said to him last night wrong. "I wanted to tell you that George Martin agreed to see your group. Speak with your manager, and let me know a good time for The Debutantes to come into the studio."

"Howard has taken Annette and Wanda out for some sightseeing, but I'll talk to him when he returns."

He nodded, "Alright then," Paul turned to walk away, but halfway to the elevator, he stopped and turned around when he'd heard the sound of Charlie's door close. He walked over to it and hesitated before he knocked.