Chapter 4


"Get me something cold for his eye!," Paul heard some blurry figure yell to some other blurry figure.
"For Chrissakes! It's not like I've never gotten a black eye before!," Paul said drowsily and a bit angrily.
"Oooh. That's quite a shiner you've got there, Paul," a smirking John said.
"Shut up, John. WHere are George and Pete? Get there sorry asses over here to help me up!"
"Your's looks like the sorry ass, Paul," George said coming up besides Paul. "Wouldn't you say so, Pete?"
"Yeah. That other lad ran out of here faster than Paul fell!"
"Which way did he go?" Paul asked.
"All we know is that he went out the door," George answered as he set Paul down on a chair.
"Well so much for our set! We only get paid for half. Why the hell did you have to piss him off, Paul?" John asked.
"I'd rather not talk about it, John. Just get me home."
My alarm went off at 7:00 in the morning just like every morning. My mind was still debating whether or not I should go and meet this Paul at noon or not when my Godmother (I call her my aunt) woke me up.
"Get up!" she yelled while shaking me. "I didn't invite you here to laze around! Besides, don't you have classes today?"
I knew I did. I just forgot.
"Yeah. I do," I said finally getting up.
"Well! Get to it!"
I love my Godmother, but sometimes she acts just like my mom. But I'm extrememly happy that she invited me to finish my schooling with her when she moved from Switzerland.
"I'm going, I'm going," I said.
When I finished getting ready, I went downstairs to breakfast.
"Your mother called while you were out yesterday. She wanted to doublecheck the time you were leaving and what your arrival time would be. I told her you'd call her back, so don't forget to do that later," Aunt Dolly said.
"I won't," I told her.
"So what did you do last night?" she asked.
"I just went with Janet to hear a group play," I started. "We were just in time to hear them start! They're good, but they do alot of covers. No new stuff. But what they lack in song choices, they make up for in looks! One of them even wants to meet me!," I finished off.
"Well that's nice. You better go before you're late," she said over her shoulder.
As she left the kitchen, I was thinking about how I could meet Paul.
'Well, Aunt Dolly said it was nice, right? That's just as good as saying I could cut class and meet him, right?'
I finished off my toast and ran upstairs to toss a change of clothes into my book bag and left for classes.
"Rise and shine, Paul! It's time to get up," the sing song voice of John sang.
"What time is it?" Paul's muffled voice asked from under the blanket.
"Ten. You really overslept today. Did you forget we play a lunch show AND a night show today? We all are here to get your sorry ass out of bed! Not get up!," John said as he pushed Paul off onto the floor and picked up a pillow.
"I'm up! I'm up!," Paul exclaimed trying to fend off John's one-man pillow fight.
"Alright. Now be in the kitchen in 30 minutes," John said over his shoulder.
"Yes, father," Paul said as he carefully aimed the pillow at John.
"Ow!," Paul yelled as he touched his swollen eye.
'What is she going to think when she sees my black eye? Wait! What do I care? I've had them before. But, oh, I don't know,' Paul thought to himself as he combed his hair in the mirror.
"If you aren't out in one minute, McCartney, we're going to come in and drag you out!," Paul heard George yell through the door.
"I'm coming!," Paul yelled back.
"Either way, she's going to have to settle for a bruised Paul," he muttered to himself as he left the room.
"What are you all standing around for?," he said to his three very bored band mates. "We have a show to do!"
"You're going to do what?!," Janet semi-yelled in study period.
"Shhhhh! I said I'm cutting the rest of the day," I whispered.
"It's okay. I'm just glad my favorite class is in the morning because I would have hated to miss it! History of Music! I'm glad I got in it!" I said trying to change the subject.
"Don't change the subject, Martha. What if you get caught?"
"I have to got! I'm meeting someone and it's really important. So are you going to help me or not?"
"Do I have a choice?"
"No," I said with a smile. "Not really."
"So what time do you plan to leave?"
"Eleven. Right after this."
"Well, you owe me one."
"You're the best, Janet!"
"Hey, Pete! What time is it?," Paul asked as he put his guitar down for a second.
"It's about 30 after eleven. Why?"
"No reason. Thanks."
'Almost noon! I hope she shows up! What if she doesn't? What am I going to do if and when she shows up?,' Paul thought to himself as he stared at the door.
As he stared, the door opened and there she was.
have read Chapter 4.
"Standin' on the turnpike, thumb out to hitchhike: Take her to New York right away..."

On to Chapter 5.

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