Um, heyyo! This chapter is much better than the last, and I hope it's more interesting. I don't like my readers to be bored, so hopefully I'm not doing just that . . .

July 10, 1958

Lily's POV

Harris and I were both getting ready in separate rooms, excited for what was coming. Today was the day John's band would be playing in the orphanage.

And on another note, Harris and I found out that the band was called the Quarrymen. Hah, I knew I was right!

"Ta-dah!" Harris jumped out in front of me, wearing a coat all too big for him and a top hat with holes on the sides and jagged stripes.

But even those kinds of clothing weren't easy on our hands to get.

"C'mon Harris, it' just a band playin'! Do you really need to get all formal for them? I don't think they themselves will be . . ."

"Do looks really matter?" Harris, chuckling, rolled his eyes then looked at me, smiling. "But, do sure do look beautiful, Lily."

I smiled back and blushed a little at the compliment. "And you, you're dashing!"

Harris scratched the back of his head then grabbed my arm. "C'mon, I wanna see John!"

We ran out just in time to see them waiting at the red gates.

"Johnny!" We both cheered as we ran to reach out for him behind the barrier currently dividing us. He and the other boys with him chuckled. Just like John, the others also had duck-tailed like hairstyles, the Teddy Boy cut.

"'Ere, lemme open this for ya," I reached out for the handle and pulled it until it opened, and Harris and I pushed the gate open just enough for them to slide in.

"Gee, that's a lot of instruments you guys got there," Harris said, slightly amazed at the fact they had carried that all the way here.

After John set down his guitar case on the grass, he patted our heads. "How are yeh guys doin', yeh lil' seapies?"

We both giggled as he tickled us, and his friends gave him weird looks.

"We're doing great here! They're repairing the playground," I mentioned.

"Oh really, now? I used to play there when I was about your age."

"Um, John?" One of John's pals tapped his shoulder. He had slick dark brown hair that it looked black, a button nose and big brown doe eyes. "Do you mind introducing us to your friends?"

"Oh, right. Lily, Harris, I'd like to introduce you to these lads. This here is Paul, Paul McCartney," The doe-eyed boy winked. "And this is George Harrison."

A boy younger than the both of them, probably only a few years older than us, smiled and waved.

"Harrison?" Harris questioned, tossing the word back and forth in his tongue.

"That's right, little guy! Harrison's his name. Don't get confused!"

The other children and caretakers came out to help the band start the show. The other 10 kids went to play with John, Paul, George, and the other bandmates. Two girls were patting Paul's hair and were giggling at him.

After everything was set up, John announced the first song.

"This one here's a little something I wrote myself. It's called 'Hello Little Girl.'"

Everyone was clapping and tapping to the sweet melody of the song as John cheerfully sang.

A few other songs followed, mostly rock and roll, but I couldn't get the titles because Harris and I were so absorbed in dancing to the music.

Eventually the whole set ended and it was time for them to go.

The two of us tugged on to John legs while he walked.

"Will you be coming back, Johnny?" Harris asked.

"Of course I will fellas! Next week is the day,"

"Will you bring your friends with you too?" I added.

"We're not going anywhere," The one called Paul said.

"We'd like to see you again, too!" George beamed.

"Bye!" We both called out as they caught the next bus.

One week, I thought. Although just seven days, a lot could happen in that span of time. Say, some parents want to adopt. Hopefully, if a couple do, then I don't want them to adopt me or Harris. It's either we go together or nothing.

Not only that, but something could happen to John or his friends as well. And I had this gut feeling in my stomach that something would.