A Day In The Life (A Beatles Fan-Fiction Story)

Chapter Sixteen: Hamburg

I think I'm only going to write one more chapter after this. . .

 Also I made a new cover see --------->

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As I was getting out of school, I saw Alice walking to her bus. I called her name and she turned around. "Hey El. Have you made up your mind yet?" she asked.

"Well," I sighed, "Thank you for the offer, it really means a lot, but I don't think I really want to be in a two person band. And, you just don't seem serious about music, you never did. I'm sorry." Wow, that came out a lot ruder than it was in my head.

"It's okay. I was actually hoping you'd say that. You see, I'm moving to Switzerland next month," she explained.

"Oh. . ." I said awkwardly, not really sure of what to say. "Well, good luck there."

"Thanks," she said and we got on our separate buses. That was a lot easier than I thought it'd be. I thought I would have to make up some long and ridiculous excuse as to why I don't want to sing with her.

When I got home I hung my bookbag on the hook and walked into the living room, where I saw Paul making out with a girl, a girl who wasn't Alice. They stopped when they noticed me and the room grew very awkward. 

"Okay, I'll go ustairs, change my clothes, go to work and pretend I didn't see any of that," I said and backed away. And so I did exactly that. I guess it's none of my business what Paul does with these girls, but he shouldn't be with more than one at a time in my opinion.

Day after day, I repeated the same sequence. Go to school, come home, go to work, come home and sleep. Then the process repeats again. Then on the weekends I usually don't have to work, so I go to the park with John, George, and/or Paul if it's not raining.

The school year quickly finished, and onto senior year I went. For some reason school was difficult for me this year, but I don't really know why. Maybe it's the pressure of graduating and going to college, but whatever it is, it got worse right before the final examinations. I was trying to cram every bit of information into my brain and I barely slept at all the week before the tests. But all of that was worth it, because I passed every exam with almost a perfect score!

By the end of the year, the Quarrymen had really changed a lot. For one, they're not even called the Quarrymen anymore. The name was changed to The Silver Beetles. Also they have two new members, Stuart and Pete. They gradually moved away from the skiffle genre and started playing more rock n' roll. Stuart is nice, I like him, but I really can't stand Pete's annoying arrogant ass. He bugs the hell out of me. And I may not be a drummer, but I'm pretty sure he's off beat more than 80% of the time. But whatever, it's John's band not mine, so I guess Pete's good or else he wouldn't be in the band.

A few days after the graduation (yes, I graduated!), I got a letter in the mail from the college I applied to. Paul handed it to me and I nervously opened it. He watched my expression carefully as I read the letter. 

"I. . .I got in!" I exclaimed. "I got in!"

"Congradulations El!" he told me. I am so unbelieveably excited! I applied for a college in Ireland called University College Cork, where I will study music. I have to tell George, and John too!

I was walking home from work one night when I heard fast and loud footsteps behind me. I didn't pay much attention to it, because I thought it was probably just some kids playing tag or something.  But the footsteps grew louder, and suddenly they were right behind me. "Eleanor!" George shouted and swung around in front of me. "You. . .will. . . never. . .believe this," he panted as he tried to catch his breath.

"What it is?" I asked curiously.

He was still breathing heavily. "Guess."

Guess? Guess what? "Um. . .did your band get a gig?" I asked.

"No. Well, kind of in a way, but keep guessing."

"You got a record deal?"

"No," he said as his smile grew wider. He looked so eager to tell me.

"I give up. . .?" I said shrugging my shoulders.

He put his hands on my shoulders, looked me in the eyes and smiled a huge smile. "We're going to Hamburg!" he exclaimed as he picked me up and spun me around.

"Hamburg?!" I said excidetly, then he out me down, "Congradulations, George! I'm so happy for you!" I truely was happy, for him. His band worked hard.

"We're going soon, in a month I think," he said excitedly.

"Oh good luck George! I'm going to miss you!" I said and wrapped my arms around his neck.

"Why dear? You're coming with us!"

I looked at him in disbeleif. "I am?" I almost didn't believe him.

"Of course! You didn't think we'd just leave you here, did you?"

I guess this would be a good time to tell him I'm going to Ireland. But I didn't, of course, I just hugged him again and said, "Thank you, George. Thank you."

When I got home I layed on my bed and thought long and hard about this. I just graduated and I was planning on going to college, and I have no idea how long we'll be in Germany. I mean, it doesn't really matter if I start college late, and it's not like I even have to go anyway. But this is something I've wanted to do since I was little, I can't just not do it. But I can't just leave Paul, John and George, can I?