The boy next door

It Won't Be Long 'til I Belong to You

Eleanor's POV

5 years later, present time(1964)

"...And that's how I fell in love with the boy next door."

I finished reading my book to the press, who were applauding,  flashing cameras and asking questions.

"What inspired you to write this story?" A man asked me.

"I began writing about how I met George and what happiness he gave me while it lasted."

"Where are they now?" A woman asked.

"Watts and Nick are now married and he changed his name to Mick Jagger. He formed the band 'The Rolling Stones'. Dot married a painter. Dad is at home watching my wonderful kids who are now 5 years old.  The Beatles met a man called Brian Epstein and he became there manager. Pete got kicked out of the band, but got married. Now The Beatles have a drummer called Ringo. John and Cynthia have a wonderful son called Julian, Paul met a girl called Jane Asher. Now the Beatles are the biggest bamd in the world. 'The Fab Four'"

"What happened to George?" A man in the back asked.

"He became quiet and serious."

"Have you talked to any of the Beatles?" The same  man asked.

"No.Just my brother."

"Would you like to see George again?"

"Yes"

"Does the kids know about his father, who he is and what he does?"

"Yes. Actually, my daughter loves them."

"Do they ask if they could see him?"

"Yes, and I tell them he's working and across the world."

"Mrs. Johnson, if they were recently in the country, why you didn't take the kids to meet there father?"

This guy is getting on my nerves.

"The police didn't believe me. No more questions." I walked down the stairs of the stage.

"Ms. Johnson!"-I turned my head to the direction of the voice and saw a young woman.-" I have an offer. Your book is so popular in the states, we want to release it in London. We would like to know if you would do a reading for us in the release."

"Everything included." She added.

"I'll go, don't worry about the costs, I'm planning on going there with the kids to see there uncle. When would this be?"

"Next month"

"Perfect"

"Thank you so much. I'll call you for the date."

"Ok"

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I got home(or my new house in City Island) and went to Dad's room(he moved in with us).

"How was the conference?" He asked while watching 'The Ed Sullivan Show'.

"Devastating. They asked too many questions, but the good thing is we get to go to London and visit while I go to another conference."

"What do you mean by we?"

"You, the kids, and me. Why? You don't want to go?"

"No. I rather stay here and watch Ed Sullivan with a bowl of popcorn."

"Ok. The kids are going to flip when I tell them. Where are they?"

"Locked I'm there rooms. They faugh over an icecream."