As promised, chapter ten! This is literally the fastest I've updated ever!

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June 24, 1975

"I'm going to call Dad." I called out to Julian who was in the living room.

I picked the phone up off the kitchen wall and dialed my father's 'New York Office' number. Julian and I hadn't talked to him in ages, yet alone seen him. So far, he'd made a few successful solo records, got married, and had yet another child. We on the other hand, went through a handful of step fathers, turned seventeen, and moved from Liverpool to Whales. There was so much to talk about and yet John still didn't have time for us.

"You know he's not going to pick up, right?" Julian asked. "You call every two weeks and it's the same every time."

It was true. After the divorce had been finalized, my father cut off all contact with us for two years. He wouldn't send Christmas cards or call to wish us a happy birthday or anything. I got tired of being treated as though I never existed, so I started calling him instead, hoping he'd get the message. Well, he never did, and I was still trying desperately, to get in touch with him.

Julian stood in front of me as the phone buzzed in my ear. Even though my effort of trying to build a relationship with our father annoyed him, I knew he still wanted to talk to John.

"Hello?" A woman's voice on the other end chirped. "Who's this?"

I recognized this lady on the other end as Carol, my father's secretary.

"Hi, Carol," I said and Julian rolled his eyes and walked away. "It's Flo Lennon. I was wondering if my dad was around?"

It bothered me that I had to talk to a secretary just to talk to my own father. I could hear Carol typing on the other end.

"Let me connect you." She said.

This was it.

"Jules!" I mouthed enthusiastically. "He's going to talk to us!"

He sprinted over, resuming the position of standing in front of me again. I heard a few clicks and soon enough, I heard a second person.

"Hello?"

My heart sunk.

"Hi, Yoko," Julian groaned and turned away yet again. "Is my father there?"

Without skipping a beat she said "No, he's in the shower."

I understood that people took showers, but not every single time I called them.

"Are you sure, because…"

"Yes, I'm sure."

"Alright, well, would you please tell him I called? And tell Sean we say 'hello'."

Yoko told me she would and then hung up the phone first. I didn't really think she liked me, or anything else that had to do with my father's past, all that much. I hung the phone up and then went to the living room, stepping over Julian who was tossing a football in the air.

"Where's Mom?" I asked, flipping on the television.

"At the bistro."

I got up off the couch and put on my coat, stuffing my hands in my pockets looking for the cigarettes I hid in there. Sure enough, my Marlboros were there and unopened.

"Where are you going?" Jules asked.

"Nowhere special."

"Going to see David?"

"Maybe," I said, stepping over him again. "Maybe not."

I walked out the front door and then headed downtown to the only good club in town; Fifty-Six. The Fifty-Six club was the only place that had live rock bands play, along with some really good booze. I never had to get my hand stamped there to buy a cup of Coke and Jack Daniels. It was about ten o' clock and I knew David and his band were just finishing up their first set, going on break until ten-thirty. I was allowed to skip the line at the front of the club due to the fact that I knew the bouncer quite well. He didn't even know I was a Lennon.

The club was humid and smelled heavily of cigarette smoke. I loved it there. I suppose you could say that I became sort of the 'bad seed' after the divorce. I tried hard to keep with the angel behavior, but my habits and vices came through and reared their ugly heads after a while. My mom found out that I smoked about three months after I turned fifteen and she wasn't pleased. When I was sixteen, she found out I drank and almost had a cow. There was really nothing she could do to stop me. Of course I respected her, but I wasn't about to walk into an AA meeting or kill myself trying to quit smoking for her.

I walked up to the bar and slapped down two dollars.

"Hey, Flo. The usual?" The bartender, Kenny asked me as I sat on a red, leather stool.

"Yes, please." I answered and began to look around for David as Kenny mixed my drink.

The stage was empty except for equipment and a few instruments and people were already getting drunk. I didn't plan on it, but I knew that I was going to get plastered as the night wore on. I knew I was going to stumble through my backyard, happily drunk, looking for my backdoor. I knew that Julian would eventually find me flat on my back, laughing hysterically at the things swirling around my head that weren't there. He'd drag my practically lifeless body inside before Cyn found me.

"Hey, babe," David said, kissing my cheek before sitting down beside me. "You didn't see the first set."

"Yeah, sorry about that. I had some stuff to do." I lied and then reached over and grabbed my glass of Coke and Jack Daniels.

"You always have stuff to do…" David whined and I rolled my eyes.

I didn't feel like telling him that I was trying to contact the man who hasn't even bothered to talk to me for over four years.

"Yeah, well, what can you do?" I said, taking a long sip.

"Anyway, we're not doing the second set." He said, ordering his own drink.

I was surprised. "Really?"

"Yeah. Some band called Wings is supposed to be playing tonight and…"

After that, I just tuned him out. Wings was Uncle Paul's band. Uncle Paul never called or came to see us after the Beatles split. I thought it was odd due to the fact that he was so willing to help us out and care for us, and as soon as 1970 rolled around, we were an after -thought. We were tossed aside…yet again.

"I have to go, Florence. I'll see you around." David said and then left the bar.

I barely heard what David said as I watched Uncle Paul ascend the stage with his band. His hair was different, but everything else about him stayed the same. He skipped the introductions and just went into his first song. I left the bar, too, and navigated my way around the many dancing and wasted people. I got so close to the stage that I rested my elbows on it. I looked up at the man who'd been my father when my original one was out of the picture. I couldn't believe it was him. I looked like a complete idiot just staring at him, but it was all I could do.

The song finished and I was still looking at him. I believe some of his band mates pointed out the fact that I was, indeed, mouth agape, completely awestruck. He looked down at me and bent down.

"Hi, I'm Paul McCartney." He stuck his hand out to shake mine.

I took it. "I'm Flo Lennon."

And that did it. Uncle Paul looked at me for a moment in utter disbelief and then jumped down off of the stage. At this point, the people on the dance floor were staring at us.

He held his arms out to me and hugged him so hard I was sure his eyes would pop out.

"I never thought I'd see you again." I said into his shoulder.

"I was only a phone call away, Flo." He replied.

Okay, so this chapter was more about introducing the new Florence and Paul back into her life. Nothing really special yet. John is definitely coming up soon ;) There you guys have it! I hope you have a great holiday!