| To Be Desired Chapter 24 I went through breakfast red faced. Between John�s comments and side glances and Paul�s naughty grins it was hard not to blush. I did what anyone would do and threw bits of toast at John whenever he said anything regarding me and Paul�s bedroom activities. He prolly had a pile of toast in his lap by the time breakfast was over. I kept changing the subject. And he kept changing it back. Finally breakfast was over and I wanted to escape. I knew John liked to tease me but this was just ludicrous! lol ludicrous...that�s a great word. I fell onto the couch and Paul sat next to me. I laid down with my head in his lap and my legs on the armrest. �I�m tired� I said closing my eyes. �Yeah, you would be after-� John started. I sat straight up and cut him off. �Alright, that�s it� I said. I pulled the front of his shirt to the other corner of the room. He was giving me a very amused smile. �John, I know you think this is all great fun but I don�t like it, can you turn it down a notch, please?� I asked smiling. He was still smiling at me. �Please, it makes me uncomfortable� I said pleading at him. �Ok...� he said in a dejected giving in sorta voice. �Why don�t you pick on Ringo, that�s lots of fun� I suggested. He laughed. �Yeah, not as fun as picking on you but.� he said. I smiled. �You promise?� I asked. �Yes� He said sing songish. �Alright then� I said, �Thank you�. �yeah, yeah� He chided. He went back to the couch and I fell back on the couch laying on Paul�s lap. He smiled down at me. �What did you tell him?� He asked. I heaved a big sigh. �Nuthing, just to stop picking on me� I said smiling back. �Ah, and he actually listened to you.� he said. I nodded. �yeah surprising� I said. I reached up and touched the side of his face and then tugged on a piece of his hair. I loved how he kept talking to John like normal when I was playing with his hair when someone else would get annoyed and haul off and smack me. Like my brother often did, well he didn�t smack me but he did get annoyed at me...sometimes very. I listened to them talk about recording and waited for a break in the convo. �What day is it, we are leaving the states?� I asked. Paul smiled and looked down at me. �Well we are leaving here tomorrow then we have a concert in Milwaukee and then New York on Saturday and England on Sunday.� He said. I smiled. �How is it you always know the complete schedule?� I asked. He smiled wider. �I know, I�m proud of myself. I usually don�t even know where the hell we are let alone where we are going.� He said. I smiled. �You keep that up soldier, you�ll make a fine map one day.� I said laughing. He smiled. �Funny� He said like it wasn�t at all. I laughed. �yes, well, I thought so� I said. The day passed quickly as we all relaxed around on a scarce day-off. We all had a lot of fun though. Before I knew it we were all sitting around after dinner watching a movie. Paul and I were snuggled on the couch and I wasn�t really paying attention to it. Our hands were locked and he was stroking mine with his thumb. I smiled at him and he dropped a kiss on the top of my head and pulled me closer to him. I was getting very tired. I think I fell asleep somewhere around there. I woke up in the middle of the night tucked up in bed. I felt Paul�s arm around my waist and it was pitch black. I rubbed my eyes and scooted carefully from Paul�s grasp. I looked at the clock. 1:23. I maneuvered carefully through the room to the bathroom turning on the light. I went to the bathroom and got a drink of water. I put my hair up and left turning out the light. I looked out the window at the twinkling sky. I finally turned and walked back to the bed. I slid in slowly and pulled the covers up. Paul made an incoherent sound and put his arm around me pulling me closer. I smiled inwardly and laid my arm on his stroking his hand absent mindedly. I starred into the darkness. I was already getting nervous, I don�t know about what. About going to England, meeting the Beatles wives, meeting Paul�s family. My stomach already lurched at the thought. I tried to just calm down and fall asleep and eventually did. I heard an alarm go off and instinctively reached out to shut it off. I just kept hitting buttons. The beeping stopped, the radio turned on, turned off, and the beeping started again before I actually got it to turn off. I looked at it through blurred eyes. 6:30, geez. I rolled over and touched Paul�s face. �Wake up, deary� I said. He stirred. I pushed back his hair. He smiled at me and pulled me to him. �Get up, you� I said. �Sorry, some of us didn�t get 17 hours of sleep� He said jokingly. I smiled. �Hey� I said. �it was only 10....� I said. �Why are we getting up at 6:30 anyway?� I said. �We hafto leave early today, we hafto be in Milwaukee for the afternoon performance.� He explained. �Oh� I said. �What time are we leaving?� I asked. �We are leaving at 8� He said. I groaned. �eight? why�d you set the alarm so early? we still have 1 and a half hours� I complained. He smiled wickedly and kissed me persuasively. �No reason, Luv� he said mock off handedly. I smiled against his lips. �Uh huh� I said skeptically. He smiled back. His hand slid down my stomach. I smiled and kissed him deeply. I ran my hands across his chest and then down his stomach. About a half an hour later we lay tangled in eachother. I hugged him to me and kissed his cheek. �Let�s have a shower, I�m sweatish� I said. He rolled out of bed and grabbed my hand pulling me after him into the bathroom. I turned on the water and pulled my hair out of its pony tail. Paul�s hands reached around me from behind me and hugged me to him. �I love you, Sarah� He said gently. I smiled �I love you too� I said. We did the afternoon concert in milwuakee then flew straight to New York. Everyone staggered into the hotel suite. It was 3 in the morning and we had just flown in. Everyone was dead on their feet as we walked through the room. I was leaning against Paul and he lead me into a room. "goodnight, guys" I said quietly. "Goodnight" they echoed back. I kicked my shoes off and fell into bed with my clothes on. Paul crawled into bed next to me. "I'm so tired" Paul said snuggling into me. The Beatles song popped into my head but I was too tired to even move it felt. Paul kissed my forehead and I pulled the covers higher. "Goodnight, lovey" I said. "Goodnight" He repeated. I fell asleep imeadiately. I woke up and stirred. I squinted at the light streaming in through the blinds. I turned and looked at the clock. It was 12:00! I couldn't believe I had slept this late. I figured if we were needed someone would have come in and woken us up so I rolled over and snuggled closer to Paul's sleeping form. I stared at his angelic face, he was so adorable when he slept. I touched his hair and brushed it out of his face. I snuggled below the covers and relaxed. Just then there was a quiet knock on the door. I sighed and looked over my shoulder at the door. "Yeah?" I said quietly. The door opened and John walked in. "Hey Lucey" He said quietly walking in. "Yeah, John?" I replied just as quietly. "Can you wake sleeping beauty?" He said almost teasingly. "I'm already up, John" I said smiling. He smiled. "Oh yeah, can you get Paul up then? we need to be out of here soon for our afternoon show" He said. "Alright" I replied. "Paulie, get up dear" I said shaking his shoulder. He stirred and mummbled. He opened his eyes "what?" He said sleepily. "You gotta get up for an afternoon show" I said. "mmmk" He mummbled. I nodded at John "that wasn't so hard" I said. He smiled "I guess not" he said before walking back through the door. I sighed and laid back against the pillows. I wished I could go back to sleep, it felt so good in bed as I closed my eyes. I opened them to find Paul leaning over me. "Good morning, Sunshine" Paul said. "Good morning" I smiled. He smiled back and brought his lips down on mine. I kissed him back sweetly. "I love you, Paulie" I said. "I love you" He replied. "Now hurry up and get ready cuz you've got a concert to get a going" I said. "yes, ma'm" He said suluting. We got ready quickly and left imeadiately for the venue. We completed the last concerts of the tour that night. The whole crew was excited and the Beatles were actually happy to play tonight. Paul especially even seemed a bit sad for it ending. Though I knew they all also felt a deep relief from the craziness of touring and were extrememly anxious to get back to England, I couldn't wait either. But, also I was very nervous. It scared me to be going there with the Beatles in the 60's to Paul's home. I was just sort of in shock. We came back to the hotel and we all got ready for a crazy party. I got dressed in a short black skirt and my low pink shirt and I curled my hair a bit. I walked into the common room and imeadiately breathed in marijuanna smoke. I coughed "Oh my God" I said trying to wave it away. I walked to the balcony door and opened it all the way. I stepped outside and breathed the crisp air deeply. What a bunch of nits. Paul came outside and slid his arm around me leaning on the balcony. He reeked of pot. "You smell awful" I said. He looked at me. "Sorry" He said. "are you really?" I spoke. "Why do you smoke that...stuff?" I asked. "Because it makes me feel good I guess" He said. I shook my head. "It makes me feel good when I'm with my friends, when I play music, when I listen to music, when I'm with you." I went on putting my arms around him. "Why can't those things be enough to make you feel good?" I asked. "They are enough, you're enough. I feel perfect when I'm with you." He said. "Then what are you doing that crap for?" I asked. "I don't know now I spose" He said. He seemed to be surrendering quite willingly and I decided to drop the subject, he didn't seem to be careing or something. "I can't believe it's over" Paul said. "I thought you were glad" I said. "Sure, I'm glad all this craziness is gone and I'll be able to have time for you" He paused and smiled. "But, I will miss it, you know I will." He finished. I laughed "Even I will miss it" I said. He smiled. "You know, you get attatched to this life pretty quick, before I was glad for a break you know all I thought about was the craziness I knew we would come back again, this time it's over and all I think about is how fun it was." He said smiling. "You only ever seem to remember the good times, you know" I said nodding. He smiled "I remember plenty of bad times but they just don't seem as bad anymore" He said. I nodded. "Now I don't think of all the times me and my family and friends fought I think of how much fun it was" I reminised. He hugged me to his hip. "you do seem to" He said. "But, you'll still record and everything, hopefully you'll tour again cos it's great fun." I said. "I hope, but it wouldn't be so bad just to stay home with you" He smiled kissing me. I ran my hands up through his hair. "I love you" I whispered. "I love you too" he said. You could hear the party going on through the glass and I looked up at the stars. They were barely able to be seen in the awful lighting of New York. "Come inside and I'll get you a drink." He offered. "Alright" I agreed. He lead me inside. The music was loud and so were the people. The room was filled with people dancing and drinking. He got me a scotch and coke and himself the same. I knew he wasn't a heavy drinker thank God. John already looked drunk. It was already crazy late, I had no idea where the time had gone, but no matter the party looked like it had no thought of stopping anytime soon. We went to a couch and Paul pulled me to his lap. It was hard to talk through all the sound but we made do. After we had finished our drinks and the noise was getting to me I tugged on Paul's bangs "Hey Paulie, come with me" I said. "Where?" He asked. "Let's go for a walk." I suggested. "Alright" He agreed. I got up and took his hand. We got our coats and left throught the door finding Mal there. "Hey Mal" I waved. "Hullo" he replied. "We're going out for a bit, Mal" Paul said. "Alright, but don't be out to late remember we've got to get going early tomorrow." Mal reminded. "yes, mum" Paul called back teasingly. We rode the elevator down to the loby. I just realized this was the plaza hotel. Wow Nice digs. There were several workers in the lobby but seemingly no one else. "Hello Sir, can I assist you with anything this evening?" One man dressed in a uniform suit asked. "No thank you just going for a stroll" He replied pleastantly. "It's a lovely night, enjoy yourselves" He said nodding. "Thank you, we will" Paul replied. The man opened the door for us and Paul nodded to him. "Ta" He said. There was a few fans still outside at this ungodly hour. Some very young too I don't see how their parents let them out this late. As soon as they realized it was Paul shrieks were heard and the few crowded around. "Paul, hello, Paul" was echoed around wildly. He smiled. "Hullo girls" He said. They held out things for him to sign and pens. "Please Paul make it out to Jenny" "Please make it out to Wendy" went around as he filled them out and signed them "With Love, Paul xoxo". "What are you girls doing out so late?" I questioned as he signed. "To see the Beatles of course" One replied. I laughed. "Well I figured as much, but isn't it quite late?" said I. "I spose but I can't let the Beatles be right here and me not see them" Another replied. "No of course not." I said. "Well there you are you've seen the best of them" I laughed. The other girls agreed and Paul played coy. "Can I have your autograph too, please Sarah?" one asked. I still found it shocking how they knew my name the world was like one big Cheers bar lol lol. I laughed. "Whatever would you want mine for?" I asked. "well why not?" She asked. I laughed. "Why not indeed" I said. "I'd be honored" I said taking the pen and writing a message and signing it. "You better hang on to that one, It's gunna be worth a lot some day" Paul said. "No it wont, dont listen to him" I said handing it back. "Yes it will, shes a great singer, girls, and she can play music too" Paul said looking at me with a playful smile. "Not nearly as well as him though" I replied meeting his smile. The other girls clamoured for my autograph too. I laughed and shook my head. "Alright but later you'll be sorry you wasted your time getting my worthless signiture" I said signing them all. "Thank you very much" they all echoed staring in awe at the papers clutched in their hands. "No problem, ladies" Paul said nodding. "You girls get to home now and get some sleep." He added. "Alright, Paul" they all replied giddily. I laughed. That was so funny I'd asummed they didn't obey their parents like that as they all walked away towards their homes talking with eachother excitedly. We walked down the streets toward somewhere I'm sure. "I can't believe they'd want my autograph" I shook my head thinking five girls in New York had my signature with them. "Why not? I was serious, you could be famous." Paul replied seriously this time. "No" I said shaking my head. "Why not?" He questioned. "I'm not nearly that good" I said. "You must be hearing something else than I am then cos I seriously think you're recording material." he said frankly. "You're not serious" I said more like a question. "Yes I am" He said. "Espiecially since you're a girl, there's not many women out there with the talent for this buisness." He said. I nodded slowly I guess it was different in the 60's maybe here I was good enough. "I dunno" I said quietly. "I do" He said. "Just let George M. listen to you when we get back in the studio please?" He asked. "I spose, I've got nothing to lose" I said. "There you go." He said hugging me closer to him. We walked through the streets of New York, It was actually kinda scary all dark I thought about all the muggings and such, thinking maybe that was just later and not in the 60's the 60's was safer. I was still scared in the dark wet streets. "Paul let's go back" I suggested. "OK" He agreed. We walked the way back He told me of how much fun we'd have in England. I was really excited. When we came back to the hotel. That guy was still there and he opened the door for us. "Nice outside?" He questioned friendly. "Very, Thanks" I replied. We walked through the loby they staff nodded to us and the man in the elevator pushed our button for our floor. "What time is it?" I asked Paul quietly. "um..1:36" He replied. "geez, and we hafto get up early" I said almost to myself. "The rest of them probably aren't even thinking of sleep yet" He said laughingly. "you know, prolly not" I agreed. The door dinged open. "Good evening, Sir, Madam" He said. "Good evening" I replied. Mal had abandoned his post and we walked in to a still lively party but it seemed to be slowing down. "I'm knackered, I'm gunna go to bed, you can stay out here if you want" I said as he helped my coat off. "No, no, I'm going to call it a night" He said following me to the room. I got ready for bed and packed everything into my case. As well Paul's I think half of our contents of our suitcases were eachothers clothes and I had no idea how that happened but it didn't really matter. I was dead by then and slid in bed resting my head on the soft soft pillows. the light to the bathroom flipped off and Paul crawled into bed next to me. I snuggled up to him and he put his arm around me. I kissed his sweetly and slid my hands up his chest to his shoulders. I kissed him deeply again. "Goodnight" I whispered. "I can't wait to take you to england, you'll love it" He whispered. "I know I can't wait" I said snuggling down and resting into the bed. "sweet dreams, Luv" He whispered as I drifted in and out of drowsiness. Beofre falling asleep to his breathing. I woke up early that morning and showered and got ready quickly. This was it. The others were up when I got out of the shower and we were going to sit down to a quick breakfast when everyone was ready. Paul and I's bags were the only pilled in the common room as we could hear all the other packing desprately too tired to do it last night. I couldn't help thinking that we were going to get on a plane home...to ENGLAND! I was so nervous or something. I was shaking. Paul touched my shaking hand and kissed me sweetly. �Calm down, Luv� He said soothingly. I smiled �I can�t� I said. The others burst into the living room happily with their cases. �It�s finally over� John said joyfully. The others cheered. I smiled. �It wasn�t all that bad� I said. After that wicked party last night, I�m surprised they all aren�t dead on their feet. They all set down to the made table with breakfast set out. We all ate and the others were talking about all sorts of things, how excited they were to get back to England what they were doing with their couple weeks off before they had to go back to recording. I wasn't really listening though, thoughts filled my head of being in England i couldn't wait but I was nervous it was confusing but I just knew I had wanted this forever and here I was. breakfast was adjourned early as everyone had eaten quickly. We set to sitting on the furniture. Brian and Nell and Mal came in followed by many bellboys. �Let�s get outta here� Brian said. They all cheered and we left quietly, I remember this all as a blur. We got on the plane and it took off and the celebration began. There was drinking and laughing and it was crazy fun. I was sitting on a couch-like next to Paul sipping scotch and coke. My one hand was clenched and my fingers were digging into my palm, it was a nervous habit. I would sort of hurt myself when I was anxious or nervous, not seriously not at all just like dig my fingernails into my palm or my arm or sumthing I just did it without thinking. I wasn�t really listening, staring out the window and I felt Paul touch my hand. I snapped out of it and looked at him. He uncurled my fingers and touched my palm where there were crescents imprinted from my fingernails. �What are you doing� he asked. �Nuthing, It�s just a habit-like� I replied. He rubbed my palm. �when I�m nervous� I added. �calm-down, what are you so nervous about?� He asked. �I dunno� I smiled. �relax� He smiled reaching back and messaging my shoulders/neck area. It felt really good and I relaxed pretty much while he spoke to me about what he�d take me to do in England. We all played poker for a long while, I won a fair amount of games, My brothers had taught me well. Everyone was crazy and drinking and it was a blast. there was a record player and we played some records and it was just crazy fun. Us wanting to get there didn't seem to make the plane so much slower. I couldn�t wait to get to England but on the other hand I wanted to turn right around and land back in California. It was too late for that, soon enough the end of the flight was announced. We buckled up and I stared down the window to get my first look at England. It was crazy it was sooo crazy to be here. It touched down and I couldn�t stop the incredible churning of my stomach. I was in LONDON, THE London. I couldn�t believe it. I could hear the deafening screams already as everyone jumped up and practically ran for the door. I grabbed my purse and Paul took my hand and we started out the plane down the stairs. The wall of screams hit me like a blast but I don�t remember hearing them really. There were huge signs draped over the balconies and such welcoming them back. I saw a huge one that said �Marry me Paul� I laughed a bit at that one. I looked about taking in my surroundings. It was incredible, I just couldn�t believe it. We got inside and they lead us through the people. Paul, holding on to my hand still, �You�re gunna meet Cyn, and Mo, and Pattie now� He said. I smiled �Oh really� I replied. I was even more nervous. I clenched my hand into my palm. What would they think of me? OK deep breaths. We were all lead into a private room. I saw the girls I�d seen in all the pictures right there. Cynthia Lennon, Pattie Harrison, and Maureen Starr. They all ran into their husbands arms and kissed and hugged talking quickly. Paul smiled at me and wrapped his arms around me, kissing me. After everyone found out everyone was alright and that nuthin ground shaking had happened and that everyone missed everyone the reunion slowed down, couples parted and Paul pulled me over to Cynthia. Paul gave her a hug and a quick kiss on the cheek. �Hey Cyn, al�right?� He asked. She smiled �I�m great� she said before looking at me. I smiled sweetly. �Cyn, this is Sarah Lucey� he introduced. �Sarah, Cyn� He gestured. I shook her hand. �Nice to meet you, Sarah� She said. �and you� I said. �She�s pretty� Cyn spoke silently at Paul. I smiled. He hugged and quick kissed Pattie and Maureen introducing us all. They were all really pretty and they seemed very nice. I was glad and I felt more at ease. We had to stay in the room until our baggage was claimed and we could leave separately. I had a conversation with the girls, they asked about Paul and me, and where I was from and all that, we had a lovely time. Mal and Neil came in shortly announcing our cars were ready. The girls assured me we�d get together very very soon to get to know each other better. We walked through to the front and parted. �Nice to have met all of you.� I called before I was pulled into the car. We set off driving through London to Paul�s house I guessed. �This is so wicked� I said. Paul laughed. �They all seem very nice� I told him. �Yes, they�re great girls� He nodded. I leaned on his shoulder staring out the window, I COULDN�T BELIEVE IT. I was in a car with a guy in the front driving on the wrong side of the road, there were British people walking down the street, and I was on my way to Paul McCartney�s home! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!! �This is crazy� I said quietly. Paul smiled and pushed my hair back. �You like England so far?� He asked laughing. I nodded. �It�s soo great� I said. He smiled. We passed right by Abbey Road studios, something I�ve only seen in books. This was just sooo crazy. We drove down another street and stopped in front of a gate connected to a very high fence surrounding a VERY big house. It was also distimguishable by the many fans out side knowing it was Paul's getting home today. Pau leaned over quickly out the window to press the buttons on the side of the gate to open it and leaned back quickly. The driver drove up the longer driveway and got out, opening our doors and then getting our bags. I stared at the beautiful house. Paul smiled and took my hand �C�mon, Luv� He said. I followed him to the big front door. He pulled out a key and unlocked the door. I followed him inside and took in my surroundings. It was very nicely decorated and clean it was also very large-like the living room was huge. The man dropped the bags inside the door for us. �Thank you� Paul said. The man tipped his chauffer hat �Of course, sir� He said before he turned around and left. I squealed and took my bags �c�mon� I said. He laughed. �OK� He grabbed his cases and started up the stairs. He lead me into a room down the hallway. It was a beautiful big room a four poster bed with an incredibly comfortable looking comforter. There was a fireplace and chairs in the room a huge wood dresser and two nightstands. I set my cases at the end of the bed and took off my shoes, I crawled onto it laying in the softness. �I love your bed� I said closing my eyes. He smiled and crawled up after me and leaned above me "isn't it though" he whispered kissing me loverly. "Ok Ok, we have time for that later now show me your house" I said pulling away. I smiled. I slid off the side and walked around the room. �This is so cool� I said. He smiled, �thanks�. I wandered into the attached bathroom. There was a beautiful sunken tub that looked very fun. I wandered back out to the bedroom where Paul was still laying in bed. �Alright� He said. He walked downstairs and started at the front door. He showed me the intercom and gate system How to talk how to turn it off and how to open the gate. "This is my famous coat closet" he began openeding the closet door and showing me the inside. There were a few different coats hanging in there but mostly some junk on the shelves it didn't seem very used. "This is the living room" he gestured. As I said it was HUGE as was the whole house. The furniture was elligant but cozy and it was just lovely He had a big fireplace a couch a loveseat and two chairs in the same pattern. The carpet was soft beneath me feet. He had a couple arts on the wall but I dunno how to explain it it was just perfect. he brought me through to the next room. "This is the dinning room, as you can tell, I don't use it very often" He showed me through. It was very formal and beautiful but I could see not very used. He rought me through the doorway into the kitchen. "the kitchen" He said. It was a warm cozy kitchen and large there was a nice small table in it to acompany four people. He took me through. "This is the sun room" He gestured. I don't know why it was called that, it didn't seem to be very sunny. I think it was an american family room type. this room was very broken in but still lovely. There was a pretty big TV a record player a couch and a loveseat a nice rug and a coffee table. Art appeared over all the walls in the house and it pulled all the rooms together. He brought me through a seeming hallway there was his "office" he called it there was a huge desk and chairs covered in piles of papers. He showed me through the laundry area, it smelled good of detergent. He opened the garage door and turned on the light. he had a gorgeous Jaguar and an Austin princess. I followed him out and looked around at the cars, "I like the Jag, I guess I've always liked Jaguars" I said walking around it. It was a beaute. "Yes I like it too" he smiled. "What on earth do you do with two cars?" I asked. He smiled. "Wait for one of them to break down" he said. I smiled. Lovely. He took me out through the sunroom through some gorgeous french doors to the back garden. It of course was large. It was beautiful, the grass was lovely green and there was a beautiful assortment of flowers planted there was a lovely batch of roses and a nice patio setting. "This is a very nice Garden" I commented. "Thank you, my Dad is very into gardening, he's upset at the awful state of mine, I don't think it's that bad" He smiled. "Me either" I agreed. He took me back up the stairs. " This is the bedroom of course" he said walking by the double doors opening to it. "this is another office" he opened the door. I looked into it it looked much more like an office, there was a neat tidy desk with a matching chair and a loveseat under the window with a small table there were a few documents but it seemed unused. He brought me down. "this is the guest room" he opened the door. It was big and lovely furnished with a dresser, nightstands, the works. Next was the guest bathroom which was nice but unused and at the very end of the hall was a big linen closet with extra sheets and blankets and pillows and towels, all sorts. "Now, the last floor" He smiled taking my hand. He opened a door I didn't see before next to the closet and turned on a light. It was a staircase. I followed him up. When I stepped in I couldn't believe it. It was a studio. There was a fireplace and two chairs about it and a couch int he corner but the rest was all music. there was an upright piano against a wall there was guitars on guitar stands guitars on the floor, basses, stools everywhere, tangles of wires, amps, one wall was pretty much a machine with plugs and spools and tapes and buttons all over. There was a lone record player on the floor by the corner with a stack of records next to it. "Oh My God, this is soooo cool" i said still looking around. "Isn't it? I had it put in" He said. "I absolutely Love it" I started. "I love your whole house, it's all beautiful." I added. "Why thank you." He said. "Your place is really great" I repeated. I just couldn't get over it. He sat down at the piano bench and started out with a couple little diddy's. he patted the bench beside him "Com ead" he said. I sat next to him and he sang and played "And I Love her". I couldn't stop smiling. When he finished I kissed him and ran my hand through his hair. "I love it when you sing" I said. He smiled. "Thank you" he said quietly before he began "Yesterday". |
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