Louie has known The Beatles forever.... George's sister (boy do they bicker like most siblings do!) She happily calls the boys' friends. ~
Tag along as she navigates a devastating event.
Watch who steps up ...and how they negotiate the resulting pre...
Looking around she spotted Georges newest love interest Betty Tomlins and Dot, Paul's on off girl. She smiled and waved then headed to see Nigel at the bar, with the rush on, he beckoned her round to the serving area and she ended up still behind the bar, pulling pints and delving out coca-colas, as the band struck up. Nigel let her have a pint on the house so she wiggled the glass merrily in the air stirring up the lads as they belted out numbers on the stage, to the delight of all the lunch time interlopers in for a few minutes of lunchtime rock and roll.
Skirting the main area Louie pulled up to a small table under the first set of side arches, an empty stool on one side beckoning, highly unusually for the lunchtime session. She took a moment to cast a sly sideways glance at the pristinely turned out fellow sat perched, looking a tad uncomfortable, on the other stool. Lou thought he was very smart looking and tried to recall where she had seen him before around Liverpool.
He nodded a silent hello and there they sat, in silent company together watching the band sweat and catcall and most of all sing their hearts out. The set was not particularly long but it was full of great dance numbers and no one in the crowded cavern could keep still, Lou tapped on the table with her fingernails and watched the boys and their easy interaction with the crowd. Even knowing them so well she too was mesmerised.
In time John decided he hated a particular fellow in the crowd, the unlucky sod who stood close to the front of the stage. His crime - not dancing, just staring it seemed. Lou had noticed him so no doubt the lads did too.
Eyes blazing, Lennon leered at the poor soul and soon was leaning forward, still playing, over the side of the stage getting madder and madder at some perceived issue John didn't take kindly to. Louie watched John's temperature visibly rising, heating up quickly to near boiling point. Instinctively she stood ready- waiting, knowing John would not stop at just yelling, the victim would likely get a whipping...sooner rather than later.
"You!"John began to heckle nastily."You twerp in the tweed pants, you puss-"
"John!!!" Louie yelled.
Loud over the lunchtime rush and hustle. Loud enough for even John to prick his ears and hesitate, immediately stopping in his tracks. He paused, his verbal tirade on hold as he glanced to where Lou stood across the smokey room. John realised his mistake, his temper was getting away from him yet again and nodded somewhat reluctantly. He stepped back reconsidering, jaw clenched with tension but he now, on Lou's interruption, ceased his tirade. Paul, George and Richy continued on, this was normal, this was the rowdy Cavern so the song continued as John stood playing blindly, squinting across at her table.
Lou drew a smile in the air over her head, grinning, reminding him to continue playing and to remember to smile.
He over did it with a maniacal toothy grin but he was back on course and the set was finished.
The gentleman nodded admiringly at her intrusion as she stood to walk back to work.
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"Who was the girl that stopped you?" Brian Epstein inquired, he had recently decided to sign the boys feeling they had something that would be worth taking to a studio and recording- talent.
"What?" John tossed back the ale and wiped his mouth on his sleeve.
"Louise" Paul answered, "Georges' sister, our fixer upper of Johns' messes" Paul, standing behind John, grabbed his shoulders and rattled him silly. John nodded, Paul was pretty much on the money.
"Well she certainly handled it quickly, she was up ready before you even uttered that dreadful sentence" Brian took out his notebook and jotted Louise Harrison down on the page, for future reference.
John glanced up at Brian, perplexed "Before? What do you mean, before?"
"Yes, up standing well before you spoke. Up when you were still singing, glancing at that tweed fellow" Brian confided, John grunted.
"So why did you write my sister's name in your little book there on the table?" George wondered.
"Oh, I like to know all the players of these games of yours"
"Oi, she's not a player" John snarled.
"I don't think he meant it like that John" Paul quelled the start of yet another altercation "Just meant that she is part of the team... right Bri"
"Brian.... yes team" Brian confirmed and walked back to the NEMS department store to finish off his afternoon rotor of phone calls to London recording studios.
