HI! Well…. Since we reached 20 reviews it's time for a BIG chapter! This has some bigger 'info' than the previous chapters. I'm so happy we reached 20! Maybe we can reach 24? Just a suggestion(: Here's chapter 10 guys! 3

When we had finally reached Paul's front door I knocked gently. As I was waiting for the door to be opened I scanned around noticing that it was just about sunset.

"Ello' loves." George opened the door and smiled. "Come on in. John, Paul and Ringo are in the backyard follow me." I stepped inside glancing around to my familiar surroundings. Mandy and I followed George into the back of the house that leads to the backyard, he opened a door and I could smell the aroma of cooking food in the air. I searched around trying to find the others. I quickly found Paul manning the barbeque and John and George sitting at a dark green picnic table talking.

"Emma Mandy you made it!" Paul waved from the barbeque. John and Ringo got up and headed towards us.

"I thought you birds died." John said when he reached us.

"We don't really know Liverpool that well yet." Mandy laughed. John, Ringo, George, Mandy and I walked over to the dark green picnic table, I suddenly noticed there was a lake not far away.

"Wow, this is beautiful." I sat down at the table glancing around.

"Thank you. The stars are really beautiful at night." Paul said. After the food was done cooking Paul started to serve it.

"Here Paul let me help you." I stood up walking over to where Paul was.

"I can handle it. I'm macho." Paul smiled at me.

"Yeah okay." I giggled. After everyone was served Paul and I took our seats, sitting next to each other because that was the only empty spaces left. We all began to dig into our food and conversation. Paul had cooked barbeque chicken, hotdogs, and corn on the cob but there was also bowls of chips and bottles of soda spread around the table. George had gotten into conversation with Mandy and he was actually laughing and everything! Ringo and John were talking about something that had happened in the recording studio.

25 minutes later…

"You're an amazing cook." I said to Paul biting into another piece of chicken.

"Thank you." Paul looked at me smiling. I noticed that George and Mandy were getting up at the same time.

"Where are ye guys going?" Ringo questioned also noticing.

"I wanted to take Mandy down by the lake." George looked at Mandy and smiled.

"Well alright then." Ringo said as if he didn't really care. I was the last person to finish eating because… well I probably ate the most. George and Mandy had been at the lake for about 10 minutes now and John and Ringo went back inside. I got up and started to collect all of the dirty paper plates.

"You don't have to clean up." Paul stated getting up also.

"It's the least I can do." I continued to pick up the plates putting them into a black garbage bag that Paul had brought out with him. After Paul and I had finished cleaning up we headed back inside together.

Inside: 30-40 minutes

After Paul and I had finished cleaning up we headed back inside together.

I plunged into the couch feeling tired, Paul sat next to me chuckling.

"What?" I smiled not bothering to look at him.

"It's just funny how you dive into the couch as if it's the most relieving thing in the entire world." He laughed.

"It's pretty relieving to me." I stretched. "Mandy and George have been out there for a long time…"

"Yes they have. Does it bother you?" Paul asked.

"No not at all it's just George… I was talking to him the other day and it really seems like he wants a serious relationship and Mandy… I don't know if she wants that." I said. "Don't get me wrong I would love for them to be a couple I just don't want either of them to get their feelings hurt."

"The way George looked at her, I've never seen that look before." Paul said.

"Really?" I smiled a little.

"Yes." He nodded with a grin at the corners of his mouth. "So you play piano right?"

"Yeah, I don't know all the technical terms but I know the chords." I said.

"Have you ever played the acoustic guitar?" Paul turned to me.

"Uhh no." I shook my head.

"Would you like to learn?" He asked.

"You'd teach me?" I smiled.

"Yeah!"

"Well alright then… But you must have a lot of patience to teach me." I said truthfully.

"Oh you can't be that bad."

"Damnit! This hurts." I laughed.

"Don't worry it does in the beginning but then you start to build calluses on your fingers." Paul chuckled.

"How did you get into music?" I asked Paul trying to distract him from the lesson.

"Well… my father was very musically inclined so that's where a lot of my inspiration came from." He said. "He actually bought me a trumpet and I went to the music store and traded it in for a guitar." He chuckled.

"Aww your dad must've felt bad." I smiled sympathetically.

"Well he was the one that encouraged me to play music, when I was younger I wasn't really that interested in it but, as I became a teenager it became more intriguing to me. When I traded the trumpet in he didn't feel bad, he just wanted me to be happy and if guitar did that he wouldn't mind." Paul told.

"He sounds like a great father." I pointed out.

"Yes he is." Paul smiled.

"Well I think our lesson is done." I laughed. "Thanks for teaching me but I don't think this instrument is for me."

"You'll pick it up sooner or later." He chuckled.

"Easy for you to say you're actually good at music." I smiled at Paul. I realized that I hadn't seen two people in a while. "Where are John and Ringo?"

"Down in the basement working on some music." Paul informed.

"Why aren't you down there?" I asked. Paul simply shrugged his shoulders looking down.

"What's wrong?" I've never seen Paul like this, he was smiling and laughing just a minute ago.

"Do you think we'll ever be… known?" He asked.

"Hmmh?" I didn't understand the question.

"Do you think people will actually buy our records…?" Paul looked up at me.

"Paul, people already buy your records." I stated.

"I mean… Do you think we'll ever make people happy with the music we create? Because if they're not happy then what's the point of making music?" Paul asked and stated. "Do you think we'll be successful?"

"People love you around here!" I tried to comfort Paul.

"What's the point of doing this if people won't enjoy it…?" He trailed off looking down.

"Paul look at me." He didn't look up at first but when I put my hand on his shoulder he did. "You're music is amazing. I'll be honest when I first heard you play that song Yesterday… it was beautiful. And then when you all started playing together it was amazing, the way you all seem to feed off of each other's energy… it's great. Did you see the looks on the audience faces? They loved it! I promise you that you will make millions of people happy with your music." I smiled.

"You promise?" Paul stared into my eyes.

"I promise." I stared back. I once again got lost in his big hazel brown eyes. They were more brown than hazel but I could still see a hint of it. It was brown around the edges and a little hazel in the center. Paul began to lean in like he's done before, making my heart beat speed up but this time… I was leaning in too. I was so caught up in the moment I didn't realize what I was doing. I knew I had to stop this before things went too far.

TOTAL Cliff Hanger! I will try updating soon but my I've been busy with stupid school So… REVIEW? I would really appreciate it if you do, I love seeing what you guys think it makes me so happy(: I just wanted to say where I got the inspiration for writing the scene where Paul is doubting if they'll be successful or not. Well I had a dream that I was actually talking to Paul before they became crazy famous and he asked me just about the same question and I gave you the answer I gave him in my dream. I loved writing the part where Emma touches his shoulder because, I actually did touch his shoulder in my dream lol! Anyways review please and I'll talk to you guys later… Bye!