Just to Dance with you

The Harrison's

Liverpool, November 10th 1961

Morning came for me at 7:45, a little later than I'm used to but the sweet smell of Mrs Harrison cooking from the kitchen downstairs filled my nostrils and guided me up and out of bed. I smiled to myself knowing it was now the weekend and that I didn't have to go in to college today and so I didn't have to rush around like a headless chicken.
I had work today but that wasn't until later on at 1:30 so I had plenty of time to get myself home to see my mum and sister before heading back out.

I stretched off last nights activities and opened the curtains revealing the Harrison's sweet, little garden full of different species of birds and flowers. They must take a lot of pride in such a beautiful garden I thought as I started sorting out my clothes, hoping I'd be able to have a shower.
I popped my hair up into a loose ponytail and rubbed the sleep from my eyes before pondering out of the small room, I felt slightly awkward that I would make my grand first impression to the rest of the Harrison's this way, I wished George would've come to see me first. Just as I was heading towards the stairs, the sound of gentle guitar playing caught my attention from the room behind me. I walked back to the room carefully not wanting to disturb whoever it was with their music and peered around the door to see George still in his striped pyjamas, propped up against his bed as he sat on the floor, gently strumming a tune out.
"Listen.....listen....fuck sake.....listen." he sang to himself trying to find the right tune I assumed as I propped myself against the wall.
"I'm listening." I perked up making George almost throw his small acoustic guitar across the room with fright.
"Jesus Amelia!" He shrieked clutching his chest, his breathing heightened.
I laughed guiltily shifting my gaze from the floor to George, taking in his appearance, his scruffy hair was strewn about his head and face, the sleep still present in the corners of his eyes and his pyjamas crinkled, he looked as if he'd just rolled out of bed and began playing his guitar.
"I'm sorry." I apologised making myself more visible in the doorway as I tucked a piece of hair behind my ear.
"Don't be you just made me jump is all." he chuckled looking back down at his guitar on which his grip now loosened with relief.
He looked back up to me still smiling as he patted the floor gesturing for me to sit next to him which I complied and plopped myself down beside him.
"What're you working on?" I asked nodding at the guitar in his lap that he was holding close to him.

"Oh just something I thought of this morning, it's a bit stupid really, I just can't find the right chord." his raspy voice lingered in the air, shaking his head all the while grinning to himself.
He strummed a couple of chords before turning his head back to face me.
"I'll probably be able to think of the rest later on, it's still early for me." he scoffed as he rubbed his eyes.
I giggled shaking my head at him as he picked at a few more guitar chords.

"George?" I asked shifting in my place on the floor to turn to face him better,
"Hmm?" He hummed happily fixated on his guitar.
"Would you play something for me?" I asked hopefully and slightly embarrassed as he beamed at me.
"What would you like to hear?" he nodded shuffling himself to get comfier with his guitar,
"Anything." I spoke softly edging closer to which George nodded, his bed head bouncing as he began playing.
He started playing "I forgot to remember to forget" by Elvis, so perfectly I almost thought it was a record playing. I couldn't help but sway to his music.
"I forgot to remember to forget her, I can't seem to get her off my mind. I thought I'd never miss her, but I found out somehow, I think about her almost all the time." he accompanied his playing with his angelic scouse accent, almost making me cry at how beautiful it all was, and privately I hoped he was singing about me.
"Well the day she went away, I made myself a promise, that I'd soon forget we ever met. But something sure is wrong, cause I'm so blue and lonely, I forgot to remember to forget." he sang beautifully ending the song instantly looking up at me searching for my approval.
I smiled giddily at him and clapped as he blushed and smiled goofily back.
"How was that?" He asked looking deep in my eyes,
"Beautiful." I replied speechlessly.