So, so, so sorry this was so late guys, I've just been so busy and have been having a hard time with getting everything together. But I've finally finished chapter four and I have it here for you all to read(if you'd like too). Remember to review, and pm me if you'd like to add your OC, the more the merrier:).
"Why were you late?" Eppy demanded, not skipping a beat and looking angrily over throws his daughter, Cher. I couldn't help feeling a bit sorry for her, with a father like figure like Thompson, I'd never known what it was like to have a really strict parent around. I would've said something, but for once that little voice in my head managed to convince me not to, so I stayed mute. Turns out I didn't have to say anything, the boys were on it.
"Oh come on dad, since when do you care even?" Cher sounded just as firm and authoritative as her father.
"Oh don't take that tone with me missy, I helped bring you into existence, and as your father I have the right to your respect-"
"Oh come on Brian, it's not her fault, we put Peggy in charge of giving out the times yesterday, I knew she missed someone." George explained, avoiding my look of shock thrown his way.
"Hey-" I started, but Paul jabbed me with his elbow and I stopped before I said anything(usually Paul makes up for that little voice in my head telling me when to stop).
"See this is exactly why you can't allow-a-a child to do an adults job Thompson, I've been friends with you for years, you know that, but it simply isn't-" Eppy tried to go on but Tony, seeing things go out of hand as Thompson stood up quickly smoothed things over.
"Oh now fellas, let's not be rash. Wasn't anything but a little mishap, happens to the best of us, I read the time wrong, Cher could tell you that." Tony seemed to calm Eppy down, because he sighed, sat down and after giving Cher a few more looks of disapproval, had a few drinks and kept to the other 'grown up' end of the table.
John, who was disappointed in not getting any words or stabs in at his boss, took to George with a grin.
"Oh nice going George, rolling little Peggy under the bus for your girlfriend."
"Better than you'd do for your family Lennon, surprised the bus hasn't crushed them over yet." George replied sharply, clearly not in the mood.
"Oh don't you start it with him Lennon, he's been moody lately." Ringo advised with a serious tone.
"Oh sorry, I forgot it was that time of the month eh Georgie?" John went on.
"Nope, don't have a time of the month like you John." George shot back.
"Stop it you two, you're such children." Cher said breaking it up. I didn't listen to much after that, I was in my own world, thinking about how I was going to get my letter from John, until Paul brought up dancing.
"Eh Peg, let's have a go of it?"
"What? Sorry I wasn't listening." I looked up to find everyone getting up and putting on their coats and such.
"Do you want to go dancing, we're all going. It's before tour ritual, you know that." Ringo explained. He was probably the biggest dancer of the three, and sometimes, back in Liverpool he'd drag me on the dance floor, insisting I was good too. And it was true, whenever they were warming up for a tour, they did typically have a night out where they'd go dancing, though they wound up doing that most nights they were together touring.
"Gee I don't know fellas, this isn't the Cavern were talking 'bout, it's a big club here in London isn't it?"
"Oh come on Peg, you'll be fine." George said, and I mentally forgave him for his earlier remark.
"You don't have to dance if you don't want to, you can sit with me and we can comment on everyone who walks by." Paul suggested. I knew he, as usual wouldn't be dancing, but rather curled up with a good looking girl at his side, who would probably be switching between giving Paul sweet, innocent looks and flirting, and giving me looks as if I were some sort of devil spawn creature ripping a Bible in front of her.
"Yeah, come on Peggy, I'm going." Cher added.
"Oh alright." I said. "I suppose I'll go, I probably won't dance much though. So don't expect much."
"Oh that's alright, Paulie's right, him and I hardly ever dance, Peggy. Don't worry, he and I 'ill find ya a man. I know there's a bloke out their who likes big girls like you." John winked at me from across the table, pushing in his chair. I rolled my eyes at him, my eyes going to his coat pocket were he quickly grabbed a piece of folded paper and put it in his shirt pocket, smoothing it over before tossing on his coat. I looked on in disgust, that little sneak, I thought to myself, grabbing my own coat. I raised my voice to ask Thompson for permisson.
"Thompson can I go dancing with the-"
"Yep sure love, just be back at the hotel before two, and don't lose them, London's a dangerous place for a young girl alone at night." Thompson answered me before I could finish, and I knew why. Most Thompson's guy 'friends' lived in London, and he was dying to get together with them for I-don't-even want-to-think-about-what.
"Don't worry will take care of her Thompson sir, we'll keep her from John." Paul reassured, being polite even though he didn't have to, that was just Paul.
"Yeah and Cher too, Eppy." George added
"Ha, you think I'm letting my own flesh and blood go out late with you lot, I'll never see the looks of her again, come on Cher." Eppy sighed and shook his head.
"Please, please listening to my pretty little pleas Bri Bri and let Cher bear here go." John begged dramatically kneeling on the floor and crossing his hands together. Thompson, Mr. Martin and Tony all laughed and Eppy blushed.
"John get up you're making a sceen." He quipped.
"Please sir, I'm beggin' you sir!" John went on, grabbing Eppy's legs and gripping them tightly while the other boys, Cher and I all looked on in shock, laughing. John adoring the attention he'd gotten from us, went on to say, "I'll keep her from mean ol' Georgie, I promise, won't let him touch her."
"What? What does this have to do with George, poor lad, he's the only one of you's who'd still somewhat sane-"
"I beg to differ." Paul cut in.
"Oh really, obviously you haven't seen yourself on caffeine." I noted.
Someone, (I can't remember who) came up, noted the scene and informed us that our rides where there.
"Alright come on now Lennon, let me go." Eppy went on, John of course hadn't let go.
"Nope, not unless Cher's coming. Eppy, I am but a fool, and I need Cher, though she treats me cruel, she hurts me and she makes me cry, but if you let her leave me, I will surely die."
"Isn't that a Neil Sedaka song?" I wondered, recognizing the lyics.
"Shhhh! See Eppy, you've got to let her go, or else I'll die of a broken, lonely heart." John pressed on.
"Join the club." Eppy scoffed, trying to shake him off, but for being just a musician, John must've been something strong, because he kept his hold on him.
"Come on Lennon, act your age, stop messin' about."
"Let her come."
"Come on Brian, it's the only way, and she'll never forgive you if you don't let her go." Tony advised.
"Yeah let her come" The boys and I added.
"Please dad." Cher begged. "You let me alone with them any other time, if they wanted to take advantage of me they'd have done it already, and I'd be back in the States."
With a sigh Eppy gave in. "Fine. Fine then. Do what you want, go out, but I'm telling you if anything goes on-"
"You heard what Paul said, the girl's will be fine." Thompson cut in. "I've got to get back to the hotel, I'm expecting some old friends, two Peggy, remember two okay, but not any sooner than that."
I nodded and hugged him good bye. I turned to see John still on Eppy.
"Okay John, you got what you want, now get off." Eppy said, clearly annoyed.
"I kinda like this, it's an amazing view you know, and you've got some soft legs 'ere Ep. I think I'll stay."
Eppy looked about ready to explode, and before Ringo and George could pry John off, he fell into a fit of laughter and let go himself, allowing me to help him up. Eppy quickly dusted himself off, and Tony and Mr. Martin took him aside, waving goodbye to us quickly.
"Whelp now that the big people are gone, we have London to ourselves fellas." John grinned. "And Cher, all I ask for in return for tonight's production is a small kiss and a night alone." John added, puckering up his lips and batting his eyes. Instead of kissing him Cher slapped him hard enough to leave a small read mark.
"God damn what's-"
"Gotten into you." Cher finished. "I rather kiss the mean old receptionist lady out their than you."
"Yep that's right John, and Cher will be taking part in no risky activities tonight, gentleman's promise." George reminded him.
"Yap, yap, I was only foolin'. Paulie knew that didn't you?"
"No, but I do think you've already had a bit too many and are blitzed, but come 'ead lads Tony said he had a cab waiting didn't he?" Paul said, starting throws the main entrance.
John pretended to be shocked. "I am not blitzed, how dare you say such a thing to the great, the powerful-"
"And the Oscar goes to John Lennon, come on John, Paul's right, let's go." Ringo said taking John by the shoulder and herding him in with the rest of us.
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"I am not."
"You so are."
I sighed as the limousine pulled to a stop in front of a club, hoping to God the press hadn't beat us their. It wouldn't be unlike them to. I mean they made it to Paul's 21st birthday back in June convincing me that they could figure out where we were going, before we did.
Meanwhile, John had be arguing with everyone else about weather or not he was drunk. I kept out of it, because that's what you do when someone has your secrets in their shirt pocket, and plus one of the best and worst things of being friends with John, was you never knew what he was going to do next.
I followed everyone else out, once it was known that the coast was clear. We all slipped into the club quickly, and I hoped I'd remembered my fake ID (that Thompson didn't exactly have to know about). Sometimes a chubby fourteen year old can pass as 18, and to a bored security guard dealing with big shots like the Beatles all the time, it wasn't uncommon for them to just let us all in without asking us much at all. Luckily this was one of those times.
Obviously the club was loud inside, and it was hard to hear. It was filled with older people, young adults at the youngest, so no one took much notice in any of us. It was a big place, but it was kinda crowded and smelled like a cross between Chanel No. 5 and sweat. Paul quickly found a booth in the corner and took to sitting as did John. I took my place next to them, not feeling much like dancing.
"Come on little child, won't you dance-"
"Stop singing your own material Ringo, I already said no." I told Ringo for the five hundredth(which really means fifth) time.
"So your just going to sit here by your lonesome and leave me all alone without a partner?"
"Sorry." I muttered as "Earth Angel" came on. "Maybe Cher will-"
"Hey Cher it's that song." George cut in, talking to Cher who had been sitting next to Paul like I had.
"Oh yeah, that song. What to dance or something George? I mean you've been staring at either me or the restroom all night, and you better make your move fast on whatever one it is." Cher said, and I let out a small laugh.
George looked impressed and smiled slyly in a way I hadn't seen him before. "Well don't mind if I do." He added, taking her hand and leading her to the dance floor.
John waited until they were out of hearing range to say "Okay pay up you two high betting bastards, I told you something was going on between them. Knew it."
Ringo and Paul grumbled, taking out their wallets while I looked on surprised. "You mean you guys think theirs something up with George and Cher?"
"Think, baby I know." John said, collecting twenty pounds from both of them. "You shoulda heard the bed springs in George's room last night."
"No, no not Cher, she wouldn't do that, she's not easy. And especially with George, you're full of it John."
"I wouldn't be so sure. I also bumped into her in the hall way on my way to Paul's room, you know how he gets scared when he has his own room. And we all heard "Earth Angel" playing and George is the only other Pansy aside from Paul who'd listen to that, and I was in Paul's room so we know it's not him."
"Yeah I bet it was to cover it up. You know, so we wouldn't hear anything. I did that once." Ringo added.
Paul nodded, clearly so into the story he ignored the many stabs at him in it. "Had to be, found a pair of panties in the hall way."
"Oh come on, that could've been some girl of John's for God's shake Paul. Can't you see he's just getting you back from loosing cards last night." I reasoned. To me the story was way to far fetched, but it had made me wonder if they were into each other at all. They certainly seemed to be crushing, but I was positive their wasn't any affair.
"Well I sure hope they used protection, because that would create a lot of shit." Ringo said, pulling up a chair.
"Sure would." Paul agreed. "But at least John would have company in the 'married Beatle club'. And then we'd be the most desired Beatles."
"Oh please, John's like the most popular of you lot as it is." I laughed. Just then, their song "Twist n' Shout" came on.
"Well will you look at that." John observed, lighting up and offering us all cigarettes. I refused, I didn't smoke often, I was always worried of burning my fingers.
"Come on Peggy, it's our song!" Ringo pleaded.
"Why do you want to dance with me so badly Ringo. I mean my God there are plenty of other girls here. Why not try that one?"I pointed to a red heard with a beehive.
"He digs fat chicks." John said, kicking back on the booth, which meant his feet were in my face.
"John!" My face flushed.
"Unkind John." Ringo shook his head and walked off throws the girl I had pointed him to.
"Way to go Peggy, he only wanted to be nice, he's needy you know." Paul sighed.
"Oh come on you all know I can't dance."
"Anyone can twist Peggy, even the Prime Minster. And as our friends George and Cher proved last night, everyone can shout too, if their pleasured enough-"
"Your a dirty pig Lennon, you know that right."
"What did you think I was? A piece of soap sweetheart?"
"You should dance though, try that lad over their. He's tall and lonely, that's your type, plus you loved dancing back in the day. Used to go crazy back when we played this in the Cavern. Plus it's our version of the song, it'd mean a lot." Paul told me, the last part reminding me all too much of when he used to make me show their first record to school kids and any female I got in touch with, making me a Paul Revere of the Beatles in a way.
"Fine." I muttered, slumping off in the direction of the dance floor. I was quickly welcomed in, and kinda lost myself with the music, which sounds dumb, and probably looked it too, but it was fun. It didn't take long before the song ended, but it was followed with "Saw Her Standing There." Since the beat was similar I did end up talking and dancing with the fellow Paul had pointed out to me earlier. He was a good dancer, and I had to try hard to remember my boy Teddy back home.
"Hey you, what's your name?" I asked him loudly above the music.
"Chad, Chad Wakemen."
"Gear! I'm Peggy, Peggy Sue Stirring. Guess you can tell what my lot must've done back in the day." I smiled. He laughed back.
"So Miss. Peggy where are you from?" He wondered.
"Oh Liverpool, I was born in Southampton though, you? You sound sort of-"
"Welsh. Yeah, I'm from Wales, were not suppose to get along very well are we?"
"I guess not, but I'll let you call that one, I'm not cymrophobic(a English fear of the Welsh.)." I shrugged, I'd meant Welsh people before, it was like a American hating a Canadian.
"Well I'm not Anlophobic(opposite), so I guess we're alright then, Peggy Sue of Liverpool. Think they'll play another Beatles record? I'm guessing you like them."
Now at this I couldn't help but laugh, it was like the essay we had to write in school about Beatles music.
"Yeah their alright, your alright. I actually know them quite personally you know, and you can't tell anyone but their right over their." I pointed to the table, and John and Paul started making a fuss and making crude hand gestures.
"You'll have to forgive them, their quite animals and inconsiderate bastards half the time. George is off dancing with another one of our friends, and Ringo's dancing with a ginger."
Chad looked on shell shocked, as if unable to believe it. I was used to this, but I had thought there might be a slim chance he wouldn't care at all.
"You want to meet them then, don't you?" I wondered, already knowing the answer was yes.
"Um, well yeah sure, gee why didn't you say something before?" Chad seemed to snap out of his daze.
"Well I am a human outside of my friendship with them, but it's cool, come on, let's go." I said, taking his hand and leading him to our table. I only hoped John wouldn't be too bad.
I was wrong of course.
So that was chapter four, and I hope you all liked it. It was getting really long, but I'll finish up this club scene and start on the touring part next chapter for sure. Remember, you can always submit your character(s) to be in this little story too. Today's chapter included both Crash Solar X and Annadog40's OC's. As always I hope you liked it and please review if you would.