As I walked in, he was talking to his friend Pete, I think. I quickly found a table which was open, which was odd since it was lunch. Paul seemed obvious to my entrance, since he sauntered over to the bar, so I took the time to take in the surroundings. I noticed the rest of Paul's group members goofing off around the club. The one with what looked like to me as a hockey players nose seemed to be flirting with a group of lunching women and in my opinion making a fool of himself. A younger looking boy was hanging back looking enviously at both Paul and "the fool." The other guy Paul had been talking to earlier was gone.
"You look deep in thought," a voice behind me said.
I turned around and there was Paul with two drinks in his hands.
"Oh! Sorry! I hadn't noticed you there!," I said as I accepted the drinks and put them on the small table.
"I'm glad you came," he said as he sat down.
"Well, I wasn't sure whether or not to come myself. But something about you interested me. Actually, alot of things about you interested me," I said fastly like I do when I get nervous.
"One thing I wanted to ask you first was where are you from? I mean, you don't sound like a Brit much less a Liverpuddlian."
"I'm from the U.S.," I answered. "Texas to be exact."
"Texas? Isn't Buddy Holly from there?"
"Yes, I believe he is..."
"The guys have to hear this!," Paul exclaimed with excitement.
"Um, can we do that later?," I asked kind of nervous at the prospect of meeting them all at once, especially that foolish one.
"Uh, first I'd like to get to know you since I didn't really get to talk to you before."
"Well, there's not alot to it. I was born James Paul McCartney on June 18, 1942 in Liverpool. My father's name is Jim and my mother's name is Mary. I have a brother named Mike and I wish I had a dog. How about you?"
"You want my reply like that?"
"Yep."
"Okay. My name is Martha Carmen Graciela Alonzo Meske."
"You're kidding me, right?," Paul asked with a look of shock.
"No, now let me finish," I said laughing. "I was born on July 31, 1944 in a city called Robstown in Texas. When I was two I moved to a city called Corpus Christi. My father's name is Dale and my mom's is Carmen. I also have a brother named Christopher John and I have four cats," I finished.
"That's a mighty long name you've got for yourself."
"That's what happens when you have two different cultural backgrounds. But I go by just Martha Meske here. So, um, shouldn't you be finishing your set?," I asked.
"What makes you say that?"
"Three very annoyed looking lads on a stage ready to play."
"Damn. I'll be right back," Paul said getting up.
Before he left, though, he leaned across the table and kissed me.
"Whoo! Our Paulie is making a name for himself with that one, ain't he?," Lennon said as Paul rejoined the group.
"Ah, knock it off, John," George said quietly.
"It's okay, George. He's just jealous because those girls were ignoring the wonderous charms of John Lennon," Paul teased.
"You're trying to be funny aren't you?," John quickly retorted.
"Would you guys knock it off? We've still got a show to play," Pete yelled from his set.
"What'll the final song be?," John asked Paul.
"I'll do it. It's important." Paul walked up to the microphone and started to announce the song. "This is for a special person who I just met, but I'm hoping she doens't thing of me as crazy as I probably seem to her. So Miss Martha, this song is for you."
The opening for Till There Was You started and Paul noticed Martha blushing as he sang the song for her.
As the song finished John walked up to Paul and said, "Jesus, Paul. If you keep pulling this shit, you're going to scare her off."
"Lennon, I don't want her to be like the others. I want her to feel special."
"Yeah, but she's only just met you. She's not even sure if you're some crazy or a nice bloke. Take it slow."
"I'll be sure to keep that in mind. Come 'ead. I want you all to meet her. She's not only unbelieveable; she's from America."
"Martha, this is John, George, and Pete. Guys, this is Martha," Paul said pointing to each one respectively.
"Nice to meet ya'll," I said as they pulled up chairs.
"Paul told us you were from the U.S. Do you have any good records?," George instantly asked eager to know.
"Yeah," I answered somewhat easing up. " I do! My brother sends me a few now and then. Maybe I could invite you over sometime to listen to them."
"That would be gear!," the supposed "quiet" boy exclaimed.
"Maybe we all could. We could use new material and perhaps you'll have something we haven't heard yet," said John.
"Actually, I think I have one you'd enjoy playing. Maybe sometime next week?," I asked.
"Do you mind if we bring a friend with us?"
"Uh, sure!," I answered, knowing full well that my Aunt Dolly was probably going to be fit to be tied when I threw this on her later. "Who's the friend?"
"Our friend Stu. He'll be visiting from Hamburg for Christmas. He's arriving in two days," replied Pete.
"That must be exciting! How long has he been gone?" I asked not knowing that they themselves had been there.
"He, uh, stayed behind last time we played a couple of clubs there," Paul answered uneasily. "Um, I hate to cut this short, but I'd like to get some fresh air. Do you mind?," he asked directing his question to me.
"No, not at all. It was a pleasure meeting ya'll. I'll be sure to let you know about next week through Paul."
Paul and I exited followed by a chorus of "G'dbye."
"Paul, I hate to sound pushy, but what was that all about?," I asked confused by not only the kiss, but the terms under which we left.
"Well," he started nervously, "we were getting into a topic that I'd prefer to talk to you about one on one."
"Oh," I said quietly. "Why is that?"
"Because things happened there that I'd rather you hear coming from me and not from someone else."
"And what about the kiss before your number?"
"That? Well, I, um, I wanted to kiss you since last night. I don't know it just felt right at the time. I'm sorry if I offended you by it."
"You didn't. It just caught me off guard since I still hardly know you. But, I liked it. I liked it alot.
And you know what he did then? He put his arms around me and kissed me again.