If I Needed Someone

Band On The Run

Jamie's POV

I went in through the dark mahogany door and entered John's house. I cleared my throat and lowered my voice. "Excuse me, are the band auditions here?" I asked John's aunt Mimi. "Yes indeed. Upstairs in John's room." She pointed me toward the stairs. I tipped my hat slightly. "Nice meeting you Ms. Smith." She smiled. She didn't seem to like George, she looked at his Teddy-boy outfit and scowled. She'd like him if she talked with him.

I went upstairs and I heard John's voice. "Oh, George! What if he knows it's me? I'll be indefinitely embarrassed. "Relax." He said pushing me through the doorway. I nervously looked around. I cleared my throat. "Hi. Um, I'm here to audition for bassist." I said. "Well, come sit down, then!" John said. "And if you don't mind, I brought my friend George to audition for lead." I said. Everyone burst out laughing.

"Him?" I guy named Pete blurred out. "Looks like it's he's 10 years old!" Everyone laughed. "I am 14 and 3/4 in case you'd like to know." George said stamping his foot on the ground. "Now he's throwing a temper tantrum." John said. I couldn't believe him. I slapped John across the face. "I'll have you know, George is at least 10 leagues higher than you in guitar! Easily!" I yelled. John looked at me with an extremely angry look which suddenly formed into a confused look. "Don't I know you?" He said squinting.

"U-um, no. You may have met my sister Jamie." I said nervously. "Are you a McCartney?" John asked. "Yes, I am." I said. "Well, show us what you've got, Macca." He said. "Well, erm, I can play 'Twenty Flight Rock' pretty well." I said. "Do it, then!" He said getting frustrated with me. I started playing and sang the lowest I could, after I played bass I started on the piano. When I was finished I nervously looked around as everyone stared at me.

"You're pretty good. You're in!" John said. My stomach twisted and I sweated like crazy. He actually let me in! I thought. This was bad. But I also felt a strong sense of pride. I sat silently while George did his song for the audition. "I have to admit," John said shaking his head. "For a 10-year-old you're absolutely amazing!" He finished. "Fourteen." George said angrily. "Eh, fine. 14-year-old." John said rolling his eyes. "Hey, McCartney. Why so silent?" Pete asked.

"N-No reason." I said taking a long labored breath. I didn't breathe that way because of nervousness, my binder was too tight. And I was so hot as well. "Where's the bathroom?" I said trying to catch my breath. John led me out into the hallway and opened the bathroom door. "You alright, Macca?" He said noticing the paleness of my face. "I'm okay." I said. "Alright if you say so." He said and slowly shut the door. I immediately took my vest off, unbuttoned my shirt and took the binder off. My breasts were bruised and a little bit red.

I felt light-headed and threw up into the toilet. I washed my mouth out in the sink. I breathed harshly and kept drinking water. When I felt better I put the binder back on, much less tight, and shirt and vest. I opened the door and John was there, he looked dreadfully concerned. "You aren't okay, Macca." John said. Seeing John made butterflies swarm in my stomach and I almost threw up again. "No, I just needed water." I lied. "That isn't true. I heard you breathing super hard. You can tell me if things aren't okay." He said putting a hand on my back.

"Okay, I'm not okay. But it was probably just some bad food that I ate. I'll be fine. I just need to go home." I said reassuringly. "Whatever you think is best." He said. I packed up my bass and left. I was pretty embarrassed and confused. I don't know if it's bad or good that I got into the band. I rang Ivan. "Hello?" He answered. "I'm in the band." I said speedily. "No way, you're lying." He said. "Nope. I'm their new bassist, George is in too." I said. "That's crazy. And also bad. I have to take credit for it." He said. We chatted for a while until I decided to go to bed. What will I do? I thought. What will I do....