Yes, guys this is really happening. I am posting yet ANOTHER story. To make it even better, it's a Beatles story. But it isn't all mine. No, this is a collaboration between me, and my new friend crazy-he snowball13. Actually, she wrote the majority of this chapter, and I wrote a little part. Read it through, and for readers of my other fic, can anybody guess which character is mine? Because this is alternate POV, and it is a colab, it is gonna be hard to update as quickly as I usually do. But we will try and do our best to get you all chapters as quickly as we can! Just a side-note, this takes place BEFORE the Beatles were huge. The exact year you will find out later, all you have to know for now is that it is the early 60s. If I keep talking I'm going to give stuff away, so I'm done! So, without further ado, I give you chapter one!
Holly:
"Okay, so what's the name of the bar?"
"The Cavern Club."
"Alrighty, the Cavana Club, got it."
"No, Holly." My big brother sighed from the other end of the call. "Cavern Club."
"I know that. Cavana Club, it's not that hard to remember, Pete."
"Holly, I said Cavern, you're saying Cavana."
I shook my head, "No, you said Cavana Club, I'm pretty sure of it."
Pete groaned in frustration, "You're saying Cavana, Holly! It's CAVERN!"
"Whoa!" I held the phone away from my ear so my eardrum wouldn't burst form Pete's unnecessarily loud yelling. "I know it's the Cavern Club, gosh, you don't need to yell about it."
With an exasperated sigh, he hung up on me. I stared at the phone, which was now emitting an annoying buzzing. "Wow, rude much?" I said to myself and hung up.
"So?" my best friend Rose asked as she got out her outfit for tonight, "what did he say?"
I grinned. "He said there's this great bar downtown, lots of bands play there. It's called the Cavana Club."
Rose raised a dark eyebrow at me. "Are you sure it's not called the Cavern Club?"
"I am totally, one hundred and ten percent sure, that it is the Cavana Club!"
Rose:
Holly's bright green eyes light up when she talks to Pete. Even though he's usually yelling at her for being such a dumbass, I can tell how much she really loves him.
I got a sudden sharp pain in my stomach. Even thinking the word 'love' was making me sick these days. And, of course, with thinking the word I got the sudden image of Him in my head. I had come to referring to him as Him, because just thinking his name made me want to curl up in a ball and die. That was half the reason we were going out tonight. Holly was my best friend, and she was obviously trying to distract me from thinking about him every single second of every single day. Since graduation, we had been doing something busy every night. Even when I was tired, she insisted that we go out. The truth was that I just wasn't interested in other guys yet. I was still deeply in love with Him. And once you're in love, God knows you can never go back.
That is such fucking bullshit.
Holly:
"Oh, I guess Pete was right," I thought out loud as I read the club's sign, "It is the Cavern Club."
Rose rolled her dark blue eyes and steered me inside the club. "You sure are a bright one, kid."
"Hey!" I exclaimed, glaring up at the much taller Rose. "Just 'cause I'm short doesn't mean I'm a kid!"
She patted me on the head in a belittling way. "Alright, whatever you say."
I slapped her hand away and smoothed down my blonde waves; she knew I hated it when anyone touched my hair. Then again, Rose knew a lot about me, just as I knew a lot about her.
We walked over to the bar and sat down on a couple of stools. I scanned the club while Rose ordered herself a beer. I stayed away from the alcohol; I didn't hold my drinks as well as Rose did.
This club was pretty amazing. It was dark and over-crowded, smelled of smoke and had a great live band, just the way a bar should be.
The band, actually was more than great, they were spectacular! I had no idea who they were (I had forgotten the name) but they sounded really familiar, maybe they had a song on the radio or something.
I managed to tear my eyes away from the gorgeous dream boat across the bar and, for the first time that night, actually looked up at the band.
Rose:
SHIT! I wondered when Holly would recognize the band. Even I had, with all the drinks that I had put down already. No way was I going to say anything, though. Tonight was all about having fun, living our lives to the fullest, not thinking about Him. Oops. Did that count?
Holly bobbed her head to the music, sipping a Coke. I glanced up at the band again, my eyes immediately finding the guitarist that stood in the middle of the stage. He stood rigid and thin, his dark eyes scanning the crowd, and his long fingers plucking expertly at the strings. I knew exactly who he was, and I remember I used to have the HUGEST crush on him. That, of course, was before Him. Damn it! There I go again!
I took a long draw of my beer. The fizzy drink rushed down my throat in a comforting way. Soon enough I would drown all my thoughts, and I would finally be able to able to have some fun with Holly again. I felt bad that I was always such a bitch these days. Then again, I was usually a bitch, so it probably made no difference to her.
Prying my eyes away from Guitar Boy, I took a quick glance at Holly. Her head was cocked and her eyebrows were pulled together. She looked mystified about something. She was watching the band, so it was most probably about them. But then again, I suppose she could be thinking about why Liverpool is called Liverpool if there are no pools of livers. You just never knew with Holly.
Holly:
They were good, this band. There were four members: a skinny little drummer, two guitarists, one was a bean pole, the other was quite average but had a cute baby-face, and then there was a broad shouldered vocalist. They all had shaggy, brunette mop tops and wore matching black suits.
Call me crazy, but I swear to god that I have seen them somewhere before, except for the drummer.
I kept staring at them… yes, I definitely knew them. I didn't know if it was from real life or TV, but I knew them from somewhere...
"Hey, baby." I was shaken from my thoughts by the drunken guy that came up to Rose. Guys always ignored me; I was used to it, I looked way younger than 18 and that was probably why. "You wanna party?" he slurred.
Rose wrinkled her nose and pushed the guy away. "With you? I don't think so," she told him in her bitchily honest way.
The guy held up his arms in mock defense. "Whatever, you're not that hot anyway," he spat, stalking away.
Rose just rolled her eyes and took another sip of beer, and I sighed. Rose really needed to be nicer to boys, open up a little more, too. Maybe if she got over Robert then she wouldn't be such a bitch all the time. I looked around at all the guys in the club again. Hmmm, I wonder if any of them were her type.
We stayed at the bar for another two hours, but after another drunken idiot started hitting on Rose we left because she claimed there was no reason to stay (and partly because she got kicked out when she punched said drunken idiot).
That amazing band stayed on my mind the entire night. Even as I lay on the bed in the crappy hotel room we were staying in, I couldn't stop thinking about them.
That one song they had played sounded really familiar…. Then, all of a sudden, I had a little brain flash. I knew who that band was! Only when I had known them they had a different drummer.
"Holy shit!" I burst out, startling Rose, as she was usually the one swearing, not me. "That was my brother's band!"
GASP! Well, what do you guys think? I think it's cool how Holly is Pete Best's sister. I think it makes the story that much more interesting. Don't you think it's gonna be weird for them if they see the boys again? Holly just might have that resentment…. Then again, she probably won't, seeing as she's a total airhead. Haha, tell me what you think! I seriously wanna know. I just wanna say THANK YOU SO VERY MUCH to snow-ball13, for being an amazing Beatles fan, a great author, and a kick-ass person. Writing this with you was SO much fun, and I look forward to writing many more chapters with you. Review, guys, it would mean so much to me!