Hey, guys! So, I just figured out AFTER I posted my first chapter that I have to write the Author's Note on the document itself…so I'll just do it now! I put the first chapter on last night, and I just can't help but post the next one! I have 6.5 chapters done already, so I just want to post them! But anyways, I hope you enjoyed the first chapter! I promise, it gets better.
And also, go check out Crazycatie on fanfic! She gave me the inspiration for this story, and her story is pretty amazing! Okay, so without further ado, here's chapter two! (Ooh! That rhymed! ;])
Chapter 2: And Your Bird Can Sing
When the girls opened their eyes, they were awestricken, because they found themselves dressed in totally different clothes and standing in a totally different place. Cassie was dressed in a mid-thigh length, red, black, and white striped, sleeveless dress with black knee boots. Her dirty blonde hair was pulled back into a high ponytail with a gentle curl at the end, and a red headband was gently resting atop her head. Anne was dressed in a form fitting sleeveless dress. The upper part of it was black, and the lower part was white. She was also wearing black knee boots. Her golden brown hair was pulled back in a half-up half-down hairstyle.
"Welcome to Liverpool in the 1960s, Miss Oliver and Miss Parkin!" George told them, the ice still on his bruised arm.
"How do you know our names? We never told them to you..." Cassie replied uncertainly.
"Mr. Kite told us who to get. He didn't want us to just pick up two random birds from the future. What's the point in that?"
"Again with your being a smart-ass! You can take your hand off mine now, by the way." John's face reddened, and he quickly took his hand away. "Anyways, where are we?"
"This is the Cavern Club! We used to play here a lot," Paul explained.
"Yeah, we know."
"How do you-" John started.
"Don't worry about it." They walked out into the main room, and the smoke overwhelmed Cassie and Anne. "This is disgusting! How do you stand this?"
"You get used to it, I guess. Would you two like anything to drink?"
"We're underage."
"You aren't here."
"Well, no. We don't."
John led them to the bar, and they each took a seat. Paul took a seat near Cassie, and George near Anne. Cassie was clenching onto her bat, for she did not feel comfortable AT ALL around the Cavern Club's people.
"You know, you don't have to clench your bat so tightly. The worst the people'll do is breathe on you," Paul told her jokingly, waving his hand in front of his nose.
"It makes me feel...safe."
"And I don't? I work out with John...occasionally..."
Cassie laughed and said, "My hero..."
Meanwhile, John dreamily stared at Cassie in a trance. He fingered with the handle on his bottle of beer. "Hey, Johnny, whatcha doin'?" Ringo asked, coming up behind him.
"Huh? What? Oh, uh, just drinking..."
"Mmhmm. Okay."
"What?"
"You like her, don't you?"
"Like who?"
"Cassieee!"
"What? No, not at all!"
"Yeah, okay, Johnny!"
"It's true! And don't call me Johnny."
"Go talk to her!"
"Paul is, and we both know he has more charm than I do."
"Well, then wait!" John waited...and waited...and waited...and waited for Paul and Cassie to stop talking, which they never did. They didn't stop even when they got back to the boys' home.
The following morning, Cassie awoke very early to find John sitting on the porch, strumming his guitar, humming gleefully, and probably writing the next hit single for the Beatles. She walked out and listened for a while, and watched a mockingbird land on the railing, listening to John play guitar. It seemed to enjoy his playing so much that it started to "sing along" with him until he finished the song. She gave a little applause, and both the bird and John looked at her. The bird flew away, but a smile grew on John's face at the sight of her.
"Morning!"
"Morning," she replied with a smile.
"Are you coming to the studio with us today?"
"Well, I surely don't plan on staying here by myself."
John bit his lip and said, "Great."
All of sudden, Paul went out onto the porch. "What are you two doing? It's freezing out here!"
"Just practicing," John replied, still staring deeply into her light brown eyes with his comely dark brown eyes.
"All right, well, we'll be leaving for the studio in ten minutes!"
They arrived at the studio, and Cassie decided to roam around the building. She found an empty auditorium, and it lured her to get on the stage. No one would know, right? She stepped behind the microphone and tapped it to see if it was on. It responded by echoing her taps in the loud speakers. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She opened her eyes and let the first few words of On My Own slip from her lips. She gained confidence as she sang the lyrics. She finished the song, expecting no one heard her, but was startled when she heard a faint applause coming from one of the wings of the stage.
"John..."
"You're really good. Why didn't you tell me you could sing?"
"I didn't think I was that good," Cassie said, blushing.
"Are you kidding? That was...wow..."
"Well, we probably should be getting back." Cassie rushed past him and found the others with their instruments. Anne was sitting outside of the recording booth. John hurried to his place, guitar in hand, and Cassie sat beside Anne. The boys started recording, each bobbing his head back and forth to the beat of the song. "You know who I can't imagine as being a manslut?"
"Who?"
"Ringo. He's just too adorable."
Anne laughed, and then said, "Definitely. Hey, Cassie?"
"Yeah?"
"Why do you think Mr. Kite wanted us to come here?"
"I really don't know..."
"Me too... We're going with them to America next week, right?"
"I don't know about you, but I'm definitely going! After all, they need us to keep them in line."
Later that night, Anne was in the kitchen sitting at the bar and reading a book. Cassie walked over to her, leaned on it, and asked her, "Hey, can we talk?"
"Yeah, what about?"
"Well, I did something today."
"Cassie..."
"No! Not that! I...I sang today."
"You...you did?" Cassie nodded. "How'd it feel?"
"Like I sang everyday of my life without stopping."
"That's...great!"
"And apparently I was good, because John told me I was. And, I mean, it's John Lennon."
"John heard you sing?"
"Yeah, he was in the auditorium, too, but I didn't know until after."
"Why'd you stop, anyway?"
"I lost hope. I was stupid enough to think that music couldn't help me out."
"You were stupid."
"Oh, thanks, Anne."
"You said it! I'm just agreeing!"
