"Actually, everyone knows he's always at a pub or a club, he has a band, well-known around here"

"Oh really! And what does he play? The jug?" she mocked again.

The next day she went to the library, ready to start working, she was behind the information desk, she helped people , she cleaned shelves , practically she did everything there and she loved it. It must've been 4 pm when Jack, a man in his mid thirties who worked with her; asked her to help a girl to reach a book, she climbed the little stair, Amelia wasn't that tall, took it and gave it to her; she was about to return to the counter when she heard a familiar voice, John Lennon was returning some books, she hid behind a shelf.

"Where's Mr. Dubois?" he asked Jack.

"He's resting"

"Is the old man ok?" John worried.

"Don't worry, he's fine but he's old, he hired a new assistant" Jack informed him "Only these two books?"

"Yeah, see you later mate" he said goodbye.

Jack told Amelia to help him with the books, luckily for her he had already left.

"Does he come here often? " she asked.

"Who? John? Three or four times a month maybe; why you ask?"

'Why did I ask?' she thought "I'd like to know the regular clients"

"You better don't say hello to him if you see him on the street" he advice.

She looked at him strange.

"He doesn't want anyone to know that he comes here regularly, apparently he has a band and a status to maintain. Once I met him at a pub and he said to his friends that he had met me in jail" he explained making her laugh.

At 7 o'clock she got out of work, Nelly and Danny went to pick her up, she longed to go home and take a nap, but they had planned something else, after all it was a Friday.

"It's a great place, and don't worry the Beatles play at 10, so we'll leave earlier so you won't see him" Nelly tried to convince her friend.

"Brett? " she asked with a smile.

"No, silly, why would I want you to avoid him? He said he thinks you're attractive" she said "He told Danny he liked you, although he also said you were a little eccentric"

"He must be a charmer" she responded with a sarcastic tone "But who are we avoiding?"

"John, he plays at 10 so-"

"Are you seriously thinking on taking me where that boy will be?" she interrupted.

"He's not going to be there when we arrive, I told you he plays at 10"

They entered, a band was playing awfully loud, they tried to talk but it was impossible to hear what they were saying, after every statement they made there was a What did you say? Question. Nelly began to tell her the story about how did they meet, very sweet story, a little corny in Amelia's point of view but she listened. A new band was on stage , Nelly said she wanted to get closer to the stage, so asked them to come with her and try to sneak into the crowd.

"There are a lot of people and I don't like people touching me, besides they're all sweaty" Amelia complained.

"But just for three or two songs, please" she begged.

"I'm not asking you to stay with me, you can go; I'll wait here" she said with a smile.

"Okay, but don't move from here" she ordered, took the hand of her loved one and mixed into the crowd.

She waited there; moments like those made her think if she was truly enjoying her life, she had left her house to seek for adventure but there she was being the spoilsport, as usual. She leaned against a wall trying to enjoy the music.

"Are you stalking me?" he asked, John asked.

Without looking she had recognized him, his voice was unique "Yes, I don't seem to function without you"

"Where's the fella , princess?" he asked as he stood in front of her, he wanted her to look at him, not the band.

"I have a name" she stated, she tried to look back at the stage but he joked, blocking her sight "I see you haven't understood that you shouldn't bother a girl" she said, pointing with her forefinger the bruise he had on his chin, where Brett had punched him.

"Whatever you say, duchess" he said examining her with his eyes "Good birds like you shouldn't be here, go home child"

"Pardon me sir, but I had no idea I was talking to the owner of this dump" she answered with a sarcastic tone.

A young man approached to John and told him to help set the drums.

"Wait, Paul" he said and turned to respond to her "I'm not but I am the singer of tonight's band, it's practically the same, clear off!"

"I can't believe this, you're throwing me out" she laughed.

"That's right, you don't belong here, and you make this place look bad"

"John, please stop" Paul, who had stayed there, warned.

"Bad? I make this place look bad? How exactly?" She insisted on knowing.

"You're a posh, you're standing here with your prude clothes and fancy purse and people may think this is church. We don't want to lose fans so, off you go!"

"If that's what you want, I just have a question for you, how do you claim to be the singer of your band when it's obvious you can't even speak properly?" She smirked "You don't have to answer that Mr. Lennon, it was a rhetorical question" she ended and left.

Outside she thought of returning by herself, but the streets at night were even more confusing than in the daylight, she realized then that she had forgotten everything about her birthplace; she heard someone calling for her.

"Wait! He didn't mean that" Paul said reaching her side "You don't have to leave"

"I'm not sure, your majesty sounded very determine" she stated "Besides, that's better for me because now I have an excuse not to come back to… what's the name of this place?"

"The Cavern" he instructed.

"To the cavern" she repeated.

"Don't say that, I wouldn't like that" he attempted to flirt with her.

"Why not?" She asked.

Paul had no answer to that, she asked it seriously she wasn't flirting; that was a pick up line he had used and it had worked before, girls tended to blush, but in front of him there was this girl asking for a straight answer, his charm had failed "You don't have to be drastic, we're about to play, maybe you'd like to come and make fun of him while he's on stage"

"That's very tempting sir, but not tonight"

"I'm Paul" he offered his hand.

She noticed he had offered her a handshake, but she didn't trust him enough, for her a handshake meant a friendship simply because she was very fussy. Several seconds had passed and she hadn't shaken his hand, so in embarrassment he stretched and played with his hair.

"I'm sorry, my name's Amelia" she apologized.

As she said her name someone shouted it.

"Forgive me, I know we stayed for more than three songs" Nelly explained, looking at Paul.

"That's fine…Oh! She's my friend Nelly and he is her boyfriend, Danny"

"Hello I'm-"

"You're Paul right? You play with John" Danny said.

"John Lennon, my God! Amelia I'm sorry, did you bump into him?" her friend worry.

"No, I didn't" she winked at Paul "We better go before we see him; goodnight Paul"

Hello! Here's another chapter, I'm sorry if this one is quite boring, I hope is not, don't worry it gets interesting! Hehe Have a lovely Monday! I appreciate so much your reviews, so please pretty please! Tell me what you think