Okay. I am finally publishing something! I appreciate any constructive criticism you can give me. I don't consider myself to be a writer, but I love fan fiction so I decided I might as well try writing for myself. I know the Beatles haven't showed up yet but they will, I promise! Thank you for reading and please review! Thanks. :)
Lucille Claire Martin was a pretty normal girl. She had friends, went to school, and spent time with her family. Her father was British and her mother, American. She had an older brother and a little sister, and they lived in a townhouse in London for half the year, and a house in Virginia for the other half. Yes, Lucille (who from this point on we will be calling Lucy) lived a fairly simple and normal life, and that was exactly the way she liked it.
But there was one thing that was slightly abnormal about her life. Her father, George Martin was a producer for famous musicians. It was odd sometimes hearing about your favorite singers at the dinner table and what a pain they could be. However, Lucy never really paid attention until she was older. At around the age of fourteen, she began visiting her father's studio after school. Soon, this became a daily ritual. In high school, her father began to allow her to use empty studios for band practices. That was the best part. Lucy loved music, and being able to go into a real studio was amazingly cool for her. She brought her friends there once a week where they were allowed to make any music they wished as long as they didn't record anything.
Lucy loved her band. There were 5 of them in total, Lucy, Georgia, Bill, James, and Chris. They had absolutely nothing in common except for a love of music. When they got together and played, it was like nothing else in the world mattered. They were her best friends.
So, getting back to the story, Lucy Martin was pretty ordinary, and she usually stayed out of her father's affairs. But this would soon change. Whether it was for better or worse, you will have to see.