Midnight Man

Him then and there

John's pov

I left the hotel and jumped in the small car out front.
"So then have a nice time with Amy?"
Paul said winking.
"Of course I did! Did you lads?"
"Yeah it was actually really fun. That waterfall was absolutely breathtaking!"
I smiled.
"Amy's breathtaking...."
The lads laughed.
"John's gone soft!"
George yelled.
"No I haven't!"
"What about Cynthia?"
Ringo asked.
I thought about cyn. But then I thought about Amy.
"Yeah softy.... How you gonna fit cyn into the picture?"
George said.
"Listen lads, I'll figure something out. But I'm just following my heart."
The lads started laughing again.
"Johnny boy you little softy!"
I rolled my eyes and we all hoped out, being greeted by the deafening sounds of screaming.

There were thousands of woman.
I smiled and waved.
A policeman pushed the four of us all inside.

"Watch me hair!"
Paul said.
I laughed.
"Does it look like I care queer?"
The policeman replied.

I bursted out laughing.
"I wonder how Jane puts up with you queer?"
Paul hit me combing his mop top back into place.

We all went into the dressing room.
George had gone but he came back shortly with a bunch of food stuffed in his mouth.

I rolled my eyes and started tuning me guitar.
Brian popped his head between the door.
"Oi lads, your on now c'mon."
We all got up and walked onto stage.
All the girls started there screaming up again.

I put my guitar strap over my head and waved to the audience.

I wonder if Amy's watching me right now?

I thought.
Paul nudged me to give a introduction.
I snapped out of my trance.
"Well hello there everyone! We're the Beatles and we hope you enjoy the songs!"
Even though you could barley hear me I said it all anyway.

Amy's pov
I sat in my room Infront of my mirror.
I observed myself. I could still hear the Beatles playing live out in the lounge room. John's voice soothed my nerves.

I felt worthless, I felt like a nobody. I have nothing and I have nobody.

I'm going to be trapped in this house for the rest of my pathetic life.

I thought all this just looking at myself through the mirror.

I'm not even a good painter.
I'm not even that beautiful.

I just stared at myself.
But then my mum opened the door walking into my room sitting behind me.
"Come to slap me again?"
I knew she had been crying.
I turned around to look her in the eye.
She wasn't going to speak so I decided I would.

"Mum I know it's tough. I know you feel alone and trapped. But you need to know I love you. I always have and always will. No matter how many times you slap me. Or tell me I'm not worth it. I know dad's death had an Impact on you. It had an Impact on all of us. Please just please don't leave anymore. I worry, and worry about you all time. That's not what a normal young adult should be worrying about. I need you to just please let go of him."
I watched as her eyes filled up with tears.
She fell to the floor crying.

I did fell guilty for her, but at the same time I wasn't sucking up to her that easy.

"Oh Amy I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I'm a horrible mother! You deserve so much better!"
I bent down to her and rubbed her back.

"I know it's ok, your not a horrible mum. You just need sometime."
Unexpectedly she jumped up and hugged me tightly.

We both fell back on my bed.
"When did you become so mature?"
I smiled.
I felt happy.

And John's voice still ringing through the house.