Four Months Later

November 18, 1961

It was a typical Saturday night at the Cavern club. I was sitting at the bar, writing my next article as the music started, when I felt someone sit next to me. I just kept on writing and felt someone shove me from behind, sending my drink all over my papers.

"What the hell!?" I yelled and shoved the guy behind me.

"What the fuck is your problem?" He asked facing me.

"Uh how about you shoved me and ruined all my work?" I asked sarcastically.

"Well ye should watch where you work then!" He smirked. He just pushed him away, making him angrier. He lifted his hand to slap me but was stopped by the man sitting next to me.

"Leave the young girl alone yeah? Just fuck off."

The guy left angrily and left me alone. I sighed.

"Um, thank you." I said looking up at the man. He nodded and sat back down.

"It's no problem. I just don't stand for men like himself. That is definitly no way to treat a lady. Especially a young one like yourself."

I smiled and grabbed a napkin, patting my papers dry. "Whelp, looks like i'll be starting a weeks worth of work all over again."

"You work for Mersey Beat?" He asked.

"Uh yeah. How d'you know?"

"Well it's printed right there on the top of the page." He smiled.

I laughed and nodded. "Oh. Well then yes I do."

"You work for Bill yeah? Lucy Daniels?"

"Yes. How..?"

He smiled. "I sell Mersey Beat magazines in my NEMS shop."

"Oh my god. Yes I've...Bill's talked about you. It's really nice of you to sell our magazines in your stores."

"Yeah well, I've read lots of your articles about the local bands, Germany, ...The Beatles."

I smiled. "Do I mention them that much in my stuff?"

"Almost every article. But I like that. You see something in them. Every band needs someone like you."

I blushed. "Well..They do the best they can and give all they can at every gig."

"That's good to know. Look um, let me by you a drink yeah? We can sit at a table and talk more about The Beatles."

"I'd like that." I smiled.

...

We sat at a table for about two hours just talking. It was actually a breath of fresh air.

"So what brings someone like you here to a club like this?" I asked stirring my drink with a straw. He froze.

"Uh, what do you mean a person like me??"

I just looked at him. "I meant like someone fancy like you. The only time I see a man with a suit and tie in here is when promoters and managers come by."

He laughed. "Oh um, yeah I'm actually a manager."

I started choking on my drink and felt him pat my back.

"You alright?" He laughed.

"Yes. I mean no. I mean are you here for them??"

"Yes. Your articles really intrigued me to come see what all the fuss is. But then we started talking and I missed most of the show."

I blushed. "Oh i'm sorry."

"It's quite alright love. It was great listening to an inside source who really knows the band personally. Look, heres my card and number." He handed it to me and grabbing his coat off the back of his chair.

"Oh hey um, they're playing tomorrow night at six. Maybe you can come by then??"

He nodded. "Sounds great. Will you be here?"

"Of course. We can sit and listen together." I smiled.

"I'll be looking forward to it..Lucy."

"It was nice meeting you..um.." I looked at the card. "Brian."

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