A/N: This is a sequel to I Wanna Hold Your Hand. While not strictly necessary to read the first story, I think it would add to the enjoyment of this tale. As unusual, the standard protocols apply. I don't own them, didn't think them up, but really, really wish I did. I only take them out for air periodically and when I am done playing, I promise to dust them off, give them a hug a return them to their rightful owners.

In My Life

"There are places I remember
all my life though some have changed.
Some forever not for better
some have gone and some remain.
All these places have their moments,
with lovers and friends I still can recall.
Some are dead and some are living
in my life, I've loved them all.

But of all these friends and lovers
there is no one compares with you.
And these memories lose their meaning
when I think of love as something new.
Though I know I'll never lose affection
for people and things that went before.
I know I'll often stop and think about them
in my life, I love you more." Lennon/McCartney

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"Hey man, you gonna cut the hair and beard before classes start?" Tim asked the handsome young man with the striking green eyes.

Steve ran his hand through his almost shoulder length wavy brown hair and the rubbed the lengthening beard on his chin, "I don't know, not much of a look for a lawyer, is it?"

"Makes you look a little bit, I don't know, dangerous, but the chicks sure dig it. Don't think you're gonna impress any judges with that look." Drew added.

"I guess I'll have to do something about it eventually. What do you guys wanna do tonight?" Steve asked his roommates. It was nearly 6 pm and as it was the last week before classes began at Berkeley for the semester, the young man intended to get as much out of his final week of freedom as he could. He was about to begin law school and knew between that and his job, there would be very little free time in the weeks and months to come. His roommates, Drew and Tim were a year younger, entering their senior year.

"Monday night, not much happening, what do you want to do?" Tim responded.

Steve flopped down on the broken down couch that dominated the living room of their apartment and grabbed the newspaper from on top of the crate that served as a coffee table. He pulled out the entertainment section and perused their options. "Movie? Grand Prix is playing in town, it's supposed to be pretty far out." Steve continued to look at the paper, "Whose Afraid of Virginia Wolfe is at the campus theater for cheaps, it's been playing a while, but I haven't seen it yet."

"Nah," Drew piped in, "Dude, we're all over 21, how bout we go someplace where we can meet some chicks?"

"Well, there'll be chicks at the movie on campus, Richard Burton's in it." Steve replied.

"Really?" What kind of chicks do you think we're likely to meet at a picture about a history professor?" Drew responded, not convince. Tim added a few barks in mocking reply.

"Uh, chicks who can read?" Steve retorted sarcastically.

"Hate to tell you brother, but I'm not looking for chicks who can read." Tim said with a raised eyebrow as he snatched the paper from Steve and perused the listings.

"Cool! Country Joe and the Fish are at The Jabberwock. There are usually some crazy hippy chicks there, but bummer man, there's a cover charge.

"You guys got any bread?" Steve asked.

Tim dug out his wallet, "5 bucks, but that has to last all week. You got any dough, Drew?"

Drew emptied his pockets, "What a drag, all I have is 2 dollars and a bus token."

They both looked expectantly at Steve. "What are you two losers looking at me for? Just because I had a job on campus this summer doesn't mean I'm going to support your social life."

Steve put his cowboy boot shod feet up on the crate. The three roommates sat in silence. Once again, their lack of financial resources promised to end their evening before it began.

"Hang on, I saw something in the school paper last Friday." Steve got up and searched through the stack of papers sitting under a pizza box. He pulled out a copy of The Daily Californian* and flipped through the pages. "Here it is, they're giving away free tickets to the Beatles' Concert tonight at Candlestick over in the student union, what do you think? Some people are saying it'll be the last time we'll get to see em."

Tim rolled his eyes, "Damn, Steve, I wanna meet women, not jail bait!"

"I don't know. It could be groovy. They might play some of the new stuff from Revolver andnot all of their fans are 15." Drew said with a little more enthusiasm. "Plus, it meets our most important criteria for the evening, the tickets are gratis!"

The three young men looked at each other and shrugged in a why not kind of way. Steve grabbed a flannel shirt and slipped it on over his t shirt and the three headed down to the student union to see if any of the free tickets were left.

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Jeannie came down the stairs sporting a nervous smile. She had on her favorite lime green and sky blue striped A-line skirt and white short-sleeve turtle neck. She had agonized all afternoon over what to wear to the concert and knew she might have another go round with her dad over her hem line, but this was the event of her dreams. She wanted to look her best, even if she had to go with her father. She grabbed her cropped jacket out of the hall closet and went into the kitchen to find her mom and dad.

"You ready dad?" Jeannie asked as she breezed through the door. This was not exactly how she wanted to go to the concert, with her ever so square policeman father, but she was still going to see Beatles! As she caught sight of Mike with his fedora and raincoat draped over a chair, she cringed and toyed with ways to ditch him once they were at Candlestick. She even knew where her friends were sitting, just in case.

She saw her dad stiffen as he looked at the length of her skirt and turned pleading eyes to her Mother. Helen sensed the upcoming storm and spoke to head it off before it began.

"You look wonderful Jeannie! Don't you think so, Mike?" Jeannie smiled.

Mike saw the look in his wife's eyes and knew he was outnumbered before he even opened his mouth. He nodded his head in ascent but was surprised when his wife continued to speak.

"Jeannie dear, do you think you're going to be warm enough, you know how chilly it gets at the Ballpark?"

Jeannie's face fell. While not strictly instructed to change, she knew her mom was right.

As their daughter retreated back to her bedroom, Mike was amazed at how Helen had manipulated both of them to avoid a confrontation. He turned to his wife. "How do you do that?"

Helen replied with a wry smile, "Do what? I have no idea what you are talking about."

Jeannie perused her bed, which was litters with various pieces of her wardrobe. Now what? She thought to herself. She picked up various articles of clothing, just as quickly dropping them back on the pile. She finally decide on a pair of bright yellow hip huggers with a wide black belt and kept the turtleneck. Finally looking in the mirror satisfied, she returned to the kitchen.

She peered in the door and paused when she saw her parents holding hands and speaking in low voices. She always got kind of teary eyed when she saw them like this. Her mom was the keystone in this household of hardheaded Stones, the one that held it all together. What were they going to do without her? Squaring her shoulders and brushing her hand across her face she entered the kitchen.

"Very Pretty, Jeannie," Mike stated when he caught side of Jeannie, "You look so grown up!"

Helen who had her back to the door, smiled at Mike, patted his hand and mouthed well done.

Mike got up and pulled on his coat and hat. "Are you going to be ok without us tonight, Darling?"

Helen put on a brave face, knowing how important this night was to father and daughter. She had serious reservations about being alone tonight. "I'll be fine. If I need any help, Mrs. Angelus is right next door and I have Rudy Olsen's number as well. You two go and have a great time." She knew that was unlikely in Mike's case but it was something she knew they had to do.

"We should be home by 11:30 or so, do you want to go upstairs before we leave?" Mike asked.

"No, just help me into the living room." Helen responded, "I think I'll read and try to wait up."

Jeannie hugged her mom, calling her goodbyes as she left out the front door. Mike embraced Helen as he gave her a kiss, lingering with her before he followed Jeannie to the car.

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Steve and his buddies entered the ASUC Student Union in Lower Sproul. Steve had worked there all summer and greeted the pretty young blonde manning the desk. "Hey Anna, what's up?"

Anna took off her glassed and looked up from a book she was reading. Tim elbowed Drew and said reading under his breath. Drew rolled his eyes and laughed. Steve looked back at the young men and sighed in response.

"Hi Steve, what brings you down here when you're not working?"

Steve smiled at Anna, "Free entertainment. Are there any of those Beatles' tickets left for tonight's concert?"

"Lemme check. I really didn't think you'd be into that scene." Anna dug into the desk drawer.

"Not usually, but we have a limited entertainment budget right now." Steve commented.

"Broke, hun?" Steve shrugged his shoulders sheepishly and raised his palms. Anna laughed as she pulled a large manila envelope out of the drawer. "Looks like you're in luck. There are a few left. If the semester had started already I doubt there would be any here." She handed the tickets to Steve. "Have fun guys." She said as she put her glasses back on and resumed reading.

"How come you never introduced her to us? Other than the glasses, she's cute." Tim said.

"Not your type man," Steve answered with a smirk, "She can read."

The young men piled into Drew's van and headed out to Candlestick Park. Even thought it was a little less than 18 miles away, it took the better part of an hour to make the trip at the tail end of rush hour. Parking at the furthest reaches (cheapest) section of the lot and trudging through the cold wind and fog to the gate, it was after 8pm before they got into the stadium. Music from the opening act The Remains could be heard indistinctly as they walked the concourse to their seats. Despite arriving after the show had started, it didn't seem like a terribly large crowd. As expected, it was made up of primarily teenage girls. Tim and Drew glared at Steve, "Whose idea was this, anyway?" Tim asked.

TBC

*Berkeley student newspaper.