-black velvet ; j.lennon

twelve

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anna didn't call john, assuming that she had messed things up so badly—not to mention she knew his mother. john wanted to send the recording to her, however, since she never called, he assumed she didn't want to see him again. they never spoke for two years...went on with their lives.

holly and stuart had tried for a baby but failed many times--holly spoke to anna in secret, arranging visits every so often just so the pair of friends wouldn't always have to be apart. anna begged for holly to tell her about how john was doing, and she mentioned how he hadn't seen a single girl since anna left--it made her feel an uncomfortable sense of relief. john was also songwriting with paul most of the time, where stuart focused on art, but would watch the band play when he could.

the beatles were offered a gig to travel to hamburg in late 1960, where john hoped to see anna, however the pair continued to be split without a word between their two lips or between pens in their hands.

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the air was dry as it blowed through anna's hair, a smile on her face as she saw her boss leaning against the brick wall of a local pub she frequented. he pressed a cigarette to his lips and looked up at her, motioning her towards him hastily.

"you could be less amicable, sir." she joked. he chuckled for her amusement before pecking her on the cheek.

"i have another task for you tonight. a group called the beatles should be playing here. you are to interview them." he nodded and quickly got up to leave.

the sun was setting rather quickly, and anna had a brief moment to stop by a nearby pub for a cup of something to pull her through the long night that lay ahead. the bell chimed above the threshold of the golden door as she walked in, her soft scarf blowing with the sudden draft, her eyes catching the sight of a group of dark looking rockers in the corner, whispering amongst themselves.

"a black velvet, please." she smiled and leaned her elbow onto the countertop, admiring the tacky wallpaper.

john's ears perked up and he shot a hopeful glance over, his lips parting as he gazed her from head to toe, her beauty as evident as it was before.

anna's eyes caught that of a beady pair of orbs staring at her. only a moment longer and she knew that grown out face. she couldn't help but blush.

"miss wilton of brighton?" john questioned poshly, his group of mates around him turning in curiousity. anna smiled, bit her lip and nodded, thanking the bartender and walking over to john, who quickly stood up, the ex couple exchanging silence. his face darkened the longer he remembered.

"well if ye won't hug 'er, I will." a feminine voice shot, and anna turned to meet the familiar visage of holly, her best friend.

"oh it's so great to see you all!" anna's eyes flickered around at everyone she had missed, exchanging modest smiles. she then looked down at the golden watch on her wrist. "i am afraid I must get going now, hope to see you all around!" she yelled as she started to run out, minutes from being late.

"lovely for ye to make it." her boss spat, opening a backstage door for her and handing her a cigarette. "ye look more amicable if yer smoking." he raised a brow at her as he lit the end, assisting her in sitting down on the tattered couch provided, one leg over the other, waiting for the band.