Chapter One
One day I started to work for Paul McCartney. He needed a housekeeper, and she needed a home.
She could live at Pauls house as longs as she doesn't takl to any reporters about his life and his privacy.
And that I did my job.
Jane Asher was always out on tours, and sometimes I could see that it really bothered Paul.
Now it was a year ago since I started to work for Paul.
This day I was cleaning the kitchen when Paul came home from the studio.
He looked at me while I was cleaning.
-You could take a break y'know...
-No need for that.. Im just doing my job.
-You're doing it perfectly fine, and it's really clean in here already. Take a break. Come and sit here with me on the couch. Tell me 'bout yourself.
This was really unusual... He never use to speak to me more then a few words before he goes to the studio in the mornings...
-Oh alright. Just lemme wash my hands first.
-Alright.
I washed them and soon I was sitting beside Paul on the couch.
-Do you enjoy working here?
-Yeah I do...
-Good... Tell me 'bout yourself...
-Well... What do you wanna know?
-When you're born, your parents, school and all that...
-Oh alright... Uhh.. I was born January 5, 1945... My parents hadn't much money, so they couldn't take care of me... I've lived with many familys...Not everybody was nice though... I went to ten different schools, always the one who got teased.... There isn't really much to tell..
-Why weren't everybody nice?
-Oh...Some of the 'fathers' in the famliys like to...Uh.. They had sick games... They raped their children, and I was one of them...
-Oh geez! Im sorry I asked.... When were the last time it happened?
-2 years ago... I feel the pain sometimes... But it's much better...
He didn't say anything for a while.
-You can't have a boyfriend then?
-I dunno... Maybe, maybe not.. I've never had one so I can't really say... I mean, I would have problems to trust them though...
-And the sex bit?
I laughed a bit.
-Why do you wanna know?
-Just wants to know how you're working... Now tell me...
-I think that would be a problem as well..They guy Im gonna have sex with..I must trust him and all that....
-Yeah I understand...
-Can I go back to work now?
-Not yet, do you want some tea?
-Sure...But..Why are you doing this?
He looked confused.
-Do what?
-You've never talked to me before, just a few good mornings and such..And now you wanna drink tea with me?
He laughed, and he got that sparkle in his eyes.
-I just wanna get to know you a bit... Say, would you like to follow me down to the studio tomorrow?
-I can't.
-Why?
-Cause you're not allowed to take any other persons with you in there...Like girls...
-Screw them. The guys wants to meet you.
-What? How---
-Do they know about you? I've talked alot, he said and went out to the kitchen.
I followed him and soon we sat at the kitchentable, drinking our tea.
-I need to get to bed now... Im tired, and Im starting early tomorrow.
-You could have the day off, if you join me at the studio?!?
I smiled.
-You're so stubborn. But sure, if you want me with you...I'll go.
-Good! Now, follow me upstairs to the musicroom, and listen to me new song.
-Oh alright.
We went upstairs and he was sitting at the piano.
I've just seen a face
I can't forget the time or place
Where we just meet
She's just the girl for me
And want all the world to see
We've met, mm mm mm mm hm
Had it been another day
I might have looked the other way
And I'd have never been aware
But as it is I'll dream of her
Tonight, di di di di-n-di
Falling, yes I am falling
And she keeps calling
Me back again
I have never known
The like of this, I've been alone
And I have missed things
And kept out of sight
But other girls were never quite
Like this, da da da da-n-da
Falling, yes I am falling
And she keeps calling
Me back again (Yeah)
Falling, yes I am falling
And she keeps calling
Me back again
I've just seen a face
I can't forget the time or place
Where we just meet
She's just the girl for me
And I want all the world to see
We've met, mm mm mm da da da
Falling, yes I am falling
And she keeps calling
Me back again
Falling, yes I am falling
And she keeps calling
Me back again
Oh falling, yes I am falling
And she keeps calling
Me back again
-That was great! I cheered and he just smiled.
-Glad you liked it...Now say... Can you play any instrument?
-Piano....
-Play something.
-Like what?
-Like....Beethoven or sumthin'...
-Alright.
I started to play. Paul was sitting beside me, following my hands.
-That was fantastic! Where did you learn to play like that?
-I learned myself actually.. At one of the familys I was living at, they had a piano. One day they were going to church, I stayed home, and started to play.
-Marvelous!
-Can I go to bed now? I said and yawned.
-Yeah sure. Sorry to keep you up, just wanted to play that song for you.
I smiled.
-Thanks. That was great! Good night. And thanks.
-For what?
-For talking to me. I've felt a bit lonely. So thanks..
-My pleasure. Good night Michelle...
-Good night Mr McCartney---
-Oh, say Paul. Mr McCartney reminds me of me dad.
I laughed.
-Alright...Paul.
I went to my bedroom but I couldn't sleep. I could just think of Paul...