Yes It Is - gh

I Saw Her Standing There - 3

February 6th 1960
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Around a month had passed since Finn had arrived in Liverpool. She'd learnt a lot about the people here. They're a lot less racist.

It's probably because there's only a couple thousand people who live where she comes from.

She'd also made a couple new mates, at her school she didn't really call anyone her friend, of course she would talk to people. Like; Lucy from form, or Betty from home economics - but nobody who she'd hang around with.

But John has introduced her to some people. She'd met his current girlfriend, Cynthia Powell.

She was incredibly beautiful, she went to the art collage with John, a very artistic person indeed, Finn looked up to her. She, much like Finn, didn't put up with any of Johns bullshit, a strong woman.

Finn had also found out that John had a band, Paul was in it with him, they were called; The Quarrymen. He'd first formed it in high school with some mates, hence the name, but they branched out as the years passed.

She'd met the others in the band, beside Paul and John of course, Colin Hanton who played Adrums, Len Garry who plays bass and Eric Griffiths  who also plays guitar like John and Paul. They were all really nice, and attractive might I add, so I didn't mind spending time with them.

Today was going to be a good day for Finn, at least she hoped it will. It's her first time seeing the Quarrymen preform outside of rehearsal.

They're preforming at the Casbah Club, for its opening night.

The funny thing is, Finn had never been to an actual club before. So It ought to be eventful.

Finn was getting ready in her room whilst also waiting for the boys to pick her up.

She looked at herself in the mirror, her hair was in two loose plats showing off the copper tints in her brown hair, she wore a light blue and white checkered dress that stopped just above her knee, it wasn't flowy as such but also wasn't difficult to move in. She'd applied some lip balm to her chapped lips. She for once felt beautiful.

It was then when her mother burst through her door, "Finn," she looked over her daughters outfit choice, "those hooligans you call friends are here."

"What've I said about knocking..." Finn sighed to herself.

She slipped on some stolen bowling shoes and made her way downstairs.

She heard her father yell from the living room to, 'have a good time'.

Finn saw Colin stood at the gate leading to the house waiting, smiling.

She skipped towards him, "excited?" He asked

"You wish." She smiled at him, "nervous?" She questioned him back.

"You wish."

"Can you two stop flirting and get in the bloody car." John yelled with his head sticking out the passenger side window, "sorry about that, mr taxi man, kids these days, ey?" They could hear John say to the taxi driver, taking the piss.

The two of them just rolled their eyes at Johns comments.

John was in the passenger seat whilst Finn squished herself in the back in the middle of Colin and Eric.

"Where's Paul and Len?" Finn raised her eyebrows.

"meeting up with some mate of theirs."

"And Cynthia?"

"Walking with Dot."

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As they arrived at the club it was moderately busy, not too full but not empty.