Somewhere Boy

Chapter 14

The sun shone brilliantly over the green grass and dirt, townsfolk walking through. The chatter and playful laughter echoed throughout the air, followed by the occasional child's excited squeal. The wind was no where to be found, which let the vendors serve their customers gleefully.

Robyn stepped out of her mother's car, thanking her for the ride. She stretched her head over the crowd, looking for the blonde haired Cynthia. She walked into the crowd, scanning from behind her blue colored cat eye sunglasses. Her hair was curled short, and she wore a touch of pink lip gloss. She fixed the bag hung on her arm, walking around the park. The sounds of happiness made her mood lift in the slightest, leading her to smile softly and relax her shoulders.

"Robyn!" The familiar voice shouted, Robyn jerking her head back to see Cynthia walking towards her in a checkered dress. She smiled and the two hugged, then walking over to the music stage.

"Today is the day," Robyn spoke, sighing loudly as Cynthia nodded.

"It sure is. Are you excited?" Cynthia's smile grew huge, and her excitement made her jump a bit. She held her hands in light fists.

"If you could call it that." Robyn looked back at the stage, one of the staff members placing a sign on a chair next to it. The words 'The Quarrymen' were written on the cardboard piece.

Meanwhile, five boys were behind an old, broken truck. The tallest of them, John, wore a checkered red shirt and his now iconic teddy boy hairstyle. The boys were nervously listening to the people, watching them heard towards the stage. John looked among his friends.

"Lets rock this show off the hinges, boys." He smiled slyly, the alcohol on his breath lingering in the air as the boys cheered and collected their instruments. The announcer invited them on, and John ran up to the microphone with his guitar hanging off of his shoulder, his hair bouncing along with himself.

"'Ello, now where are all of ye'?" He said in the mic, his smile falling upon spotting a familiar face in the crowd. Julia stood with her children, smiling at John and giving him a thumbs up. He stared for a moment, seemingly entranced, before turning to the mic and keeping up with his award-winning smile.

"There you all are!" He spoke, before looking back at his band. He nodded to them and began to play.

Robyn and Cynthia watched, at the front of the crowd where John could easily see. He looked upon the women and didn't let anything change about his gaze, as Robyn grinned gently at him. Cynthia smiled brightly and waved a little at him, before he tore his gaze off of them to look at Mimi and the others in the crowd.

Once they finished the set, John ignored the orders Robyn had told him, and walked right into the garage known as backstage. He and his band grabbed some beer from the cooler in there, and began to drink and celebrate. As they were roaring and laughing, John was met with a tap on the shoulder. If it was Robyn he was certainly done for...

He turned around to see a boy with black hair and a strangely pretty face. He furrowed his eyebrows and then urged him to say who he was, considering he had a guitar slung around his shoulder and laying on his hip.

"Paul McCartney, you are?" He replied, looking at John. He vaguely heard of someone with that last name before.

"John Lennon. You want anything to drink?" John tapped his beer held in his hand and grinned.

"Tea?" Paul spoke, making John and the boys around him laugh.

"No tea here Paul. Now why are you back here intruding on our celebration?"

"I actually would like to join ye band." John raised his eyebrows at the response, then watching the nicely groomed boy pull out his guitar and begin to play and sing. He was rather good. His mates looked at John quizzically as he played, John's eyes glued to the McCartney boy.

He finished the song and John talked to his mates in hushed voices.

He turned back to Paul, a big smile plastered on his face.

"Welcome to the band, Macca." He saw Paul smile and shake his hand.

"Thanks." He took out a piece of paper and wrote down his phone number.

"Ring me for practice." He said, before patting John's shoulder and leaving. John looked at the paper and shoved it in his pocket, then helping his friends pack up to bring the set out to their van.

Once out there, he threw some things into the back of the van. He ran his hands through his hair before hearing the familiar yell of Robyn. He looked in the direction to see Robyn walk towards him. She didn't seem mad or upset, which made John's shoulders fall with relief. 

"Hey Robbie." He said, looking down at her as she held a forgiving grin. 

"Hey Johnny. So, whats that answer you owe me?" She replied, crossing her arms and looking down at the dirt below them.

"I forgive ye'." John whispered, putting his hands on her shoulders, making her smile brightly and look up at him. 

"Only if you take off those glasses more often," He joked, taking them off as she pulled herself onto him in a very tight and caring hug. She sighed gleefully, John kissing her head and holding her in his arms. His heart skipped with joy, he had made the right decision. There was also a deep regret tucked behind the joy, and John took note of it, but forgot about it for the time being. He tucked his head closer to her, breathing in as much as he could of her. He missed her dearly, and he never wanted to admit it. Especially considering it was only a few days or even edging onto a week apart. 

Later that night John wrapped himself in his sheets, the warm and fuzzy feeling returning to his chest as he closed his eyes. She enveloped his thoughts one by one, ultimately making him forget about the occurrence of Paul McCartney, his new bandmate. He slowly began to drift into sleep...