Singing Birdies

"Righto Ladies roll up roll up no dilly dallying" Paul was relishing the chance to be school master to, in the end, four females. Mia Farrow, myself, Pattie and Mia's sister Prudence.

We slowly tumbled into the Besser block rec. room where a dilapidated piano sat in the corner. Paul tapped the keys to make sure it was in some sort of tune then grabbed a folding chair sitting down in front of us with his Acoustic guitar.

"So" Paul tapped his foot on the floor a beat echoing through the large echo-y room. "Pattie I've heard you sing a Christmas carol or two. You have a sweet voice you should enjoy it in song" Paul offered her a wink, no one can resist McCharmly even if you are just laughing at his smooth words.

"Perhaps we grab a Christmas carol or something we all know and give it a short run through, yeah?" Glancing around Paul was met with finger chewing, nervous hair pulling, ear scratching and Prudence's counter measure was gazing out the window. "Com' on. What about White Christmas that's my favourite. Right I'll just start then:

I'm dreaming of a white Christmas

Just like the ones I used to know....

Where the treetops glisten and children listen

To hear sleigh bells in the snow

Pauls voice filled the room and, I think all of us were in silent agreement, that he, basically, just reinforced all our fears: too shy, too timid to even try to even utter a line of the song in front of Beatle Paul.

"Hey!! Ok Kas come here with me" Paul stood with his guitar, grabbed my arm and shuffled me into the broom closet. I could hear the laughing and giggling at the connotation- boy and girl go into the broom closet and had to smile as he dragged me behind him and shut the door, leaning against it- I had no escape.

"Paul I had no idea....." I smiled sweetly at him, his façade breaking slightly as he realised where he was.

"Ummm no" Paul mumbled pointedly; to which I pouted and sulked like a bratty teenage fan. I was going to get him one way or the other!

Paul tried to remain on track " 'K, back to the matter a hand"

I twirled a single strand of hair in my fingers.

"Kas! I want......"

"Yes Paul?" I breathed the words softly and stepped closer. His guitar bumping the door as he tried to reach for the handle.

"Kasey, I will tell George" He yelled and a burst of laughter erupted from the next room. I stepped closer.
"Kasey" Paul pleaded now, those puppy dog eyes looked very, very worried.
"Two blinds, I mean lines, of that sang, song SorRy! What was it yea White Christmas. Here... Now then, you go"

Paul was in a tizz so I would help him out "On one condition" I eyeballed him and he momentarily lost his grip of the guitar. He nodded so I went on "I sing, you give me a kiss" Paul blushed bright red. He was adorable shy but I just wanted to make him squirm.

As he strummed, I sang as best I could and he pushed me for two more lines, I gave in and sang more, It was his hearing to lose, wasnt it.

"Kasey that was lovely pet why hide, you did nicely" He smiled warmly and I admit I felt on top of the world at that moment. Paul McCartney was being sincere I was sure of it. I smiled back, we had some sort of moment. I guess my breathing was settling now to a mid-level terror level not extreme panic! (Regarding the song not Paul!)

"My turn now" I tap his nose, it really was a way to cut the tension, make it not so scary, a way to rile up super smooth McCartney, it was fun.

"I thought you were joking" The door jiggled very slightly, I had a feeling what was happening.

Walking my fingers up his shirt he got the message.

"Ok then, better not tell the others though luv, I'll be strung up" Paul gave in and leaned in for a peck on the cheek I turned and pashed him til he fell back and floundered on the door, scared witless, probably from fear of the boys finding out, not from my prowess as a kisser.
I made a mental note to check with him later!

I pushed him aside and flung open the door and the girls scurried away, back to their seats. Paul never knew he had an 'audience' though as he was still standing stock still, shocked, facing the brooms.

I whispered quickly to the girls "You all know what to do now, right?" Fast and furious head nodding took place and we all enjoyed an afternoon of teasing poor old Paul in the broom closet.

At the end of the session. It was like a school bell had rung out over the rec room the four of us split, out the doors we each went in a different direction.

Our purpose- to find Jane and tell her of our mischief so she didn't think it weird or that we were all hot for Paul.
Thankfully she saw the humour in the whole event.