A week later, I was in John's house wrapping up Julian's lesson.

"Fantastic job today Jules!" I said after he completed Piano Sonata 15 in C major (another piece I heard constantly, however, I was always impressed when kids learned it quickly).

"Ta Tilly" he smiled at me.

"Christ, I don't even think I could play that," John said from the doorway causing me to jump "Yer Paulie probably could, however"

"He's not mine yet luv," I smirked "It's been a week and I'm going slightly mental"

"Hey Jules, run along and play for daddy yeah?" John said.

Jules happily did what his father said.

"Believe me luv, you're his...he's as frustrated as you are over the publicity shite. I keep tellin' him not to worry and just bloody do what he wants, but he worries about our fans and such. It's how he's always been, I know he's meeting with the publicist today. And you've met with your agent?" John asked.

"Not yet. I was able to move our meeting to tomorrow after my lesson from hell" I laughed. John cocked his head "bad student...trust me, any temper tantrum Julian may have, pales in comparison to tomorrow's student"

John laughed slightly then got back on topic "Right then, stop worryin' yerself luv!" he put an arm around my shoulder "I know Paulie pretty well. I'm sure you'll hear from him soon"

"I know. I just don't like this middle ground and not knowing what's going on, I just want to know either way" I admitted.

"You will. And I've a feeling you'll like the result" he winked.

Soon after I was on my way out and heading to my next student, Vivian for her weekly voice lessons.

My lesson with Vivian went a bit longer than I'd expected.

"Remember Vivian, sing from your tummy...not the throat, you don't want to sound like a frog" I teased.

"Eeew! No!" she giggled.

"Vivian darling, you know it's improper to say such things!" a scratchy old voice came, one from my childhood "Of course, given your teacher I should expect no less"

There she stood, Mrs. Eddlesworth. She looked ancient, her white hair pulled into a tight bun...not much had changed about her since I was younger.

"Ah yes, but isn't it quite rude to make nasty remarks about others hidden under sarcasm" I grinned.

"I see you haven't changed a bit since you were a child, one would have hoped you'd have grown up since then, suppose all wishes can't come true. Especially in your case Miss Beckham" She said scrunching her nose up in disapproval.

"I see you've grown more age spots since I was your student. Hopefully, I caused those. Besides, my students seem to like me just fine the way I am" I smirked.

"Yeah, I like Miss Beckham" Vivian piped in. "She's fun" I smiled to myself

"Vivian, it's impolite to interrupt adult conversations" Mrs. Eddlesworth scolded.

"Ha! There's nothing adult about this!" I laughed "Anyway, I do need to be on my way, more students to teach. Good day to you Mrs. Eddlesworth" I said doing an overly dramatic bow to her before I left the room.

I smiled to myself.

"Your behavior is questionable Miss Beckham" a man's voice said. My heart leapt into my throat, I hadn't realized anyone had seen my behavior.

"Mr. Chattsworth, I..." I started.

"However, our little Vivian adores you." He said. He then leaned into me "Plus, ya' remind me of my wife at that age" he smiled. I smiled and bit the edge of my lip trying to keep from laughing.

"Thank you, sir, I'll see you in a week," I said. I made my way back to my car.

After my lessons were finished for the day and I returned home. Sam and I made dinner, Ginny showed up just in time to eat. Soon after, we were catching a cab to head out for the evening.

We went to a club I knew well, as I'd sang there a few times. As we sat at a table listening to the singer the club's owner approached us

"Ah Tilly darling!" she said warmly.

"Evening Sylvia," I said raising a glass. She was a middle aged woman with bleach blond hair, teased of course. However, she made a point to look younger than she was and far be it for anyone to argue.

"Tilly lovey, when am I going to have you performing for me again?" she smiled.

"Depends, when do you want me to?" I laughed.

"Well, I've an opening in the cabaret night next week if you're interested. Ophelia can't make it" she explained "which between you and me, isn't a bad thing. However, I need a singer."

"Alright Sylvia, count me in," I said.

"Great! I'll see you then" she said almost floating out of sight.

"Well, I guess I know what we're doing next week!" Sam laughed.

The next morning, I was up around 9. My lesson with Eugene wasn't until 2 pm and my meeting with Malcolm was at 4. That gave me time to change. I threw on a white fitted tee and a pair of flared jeans. This was what I felt most comfortable in and being as it was my turn to make breakfast, I decided it was only fitting. I also noted the flat was in desperate need of cleaning, which knowing Ginny once she awoke from the couch she would set to doing.

I rummaged through the kitchen getting pots and pans ready so I could make a breakfast of bangers and mash. Sam, appeared moments later, barely awake to help out.

Sure enough, after breakfast had been served. Ginny set about the task of cleaning, she threw on a Nina Simone record and oddly enough, made it a fun task. A half hour into our cleaning party, there was a knock on the door. I leapt over our massive vacuum cleaner which was occupied by Sam to get to it in time.

I opened the door expecting to deal with our neighbors complaining of the racket. However, there was no one there.

"That's strange," Sam said. I, for some reason, glanced downward at the door mat. There, on our small mat was a large bouquet almost entirely comprised of dandelions. I instantly began laughing.

"I can't bloody well believe he did it!" I said picking it up. Ginny and Sam both more curious than ever.

"Did what? Who? Did you say 'he' Tilly?" Ginny fired rapidly. I turned around with the large bouquet. There were a few yellow roses amongst the dandelions. Sam laughed.

"What the bloody hell?" she said in surprise. Ginny was equally as confused. I then noticed there was a note, which I procured with ease. I read it silently to myself;

Tilly,

Do you have any idea how hard it is to find dandelions this time of year? But I had to keep my promise, didn't I?

I realize I've been horrible about contacting you, however, I am saying this now and I'll explain more later, I want you to be with me. I will be hosting a party Saturday evening and I want my girl there. Be prepared to deal with the press. If you need me, ring me.

Paul McCartney

I slumped against the doorframe. Happy as could be.

"Alright Tilly, spill..." Sam said finally.

"I'm invited to a party Saturday...by a certain someone" I said realizing Ginny was all ears. I wasn't worried anymore really, Ginny was just fun to tease.

"Who???" She asked impatiently.

"Should I tell her?" I asked Sam. Sam grinned a maniacal grin at me.

"Nah" she laughed "let her guess...are drinking buddies allowed to come to this party?"

"I'll check," I said heading to our shared phone. "Mind giving me a moment?"

Sam distracted Ginny with more chores to be done in the bath.

I slowly dialed the number he'd left me, nervous to be calling him. My heart was in my throat as the phone rang, I almost hung up! Just then a soft voice I'd come to love spoke into the receiver

"Hullo?"

"Paul?" I said "It's Tilly"

"Tilly luv!" he said happily "I see you got my message!"

"Yeah, I did. Can't believe you actually got me dandelions..." I laughed. He laughed as well.

"It wasn't easy, I just hope ya' haven't destroyed them all yet!"

"Sod off!" I was incredibly at ease now.

"Aww...is that any way to talk to me after all I've done for ya's?" he laughed.

"Really, and what have you done then?" I asked.

"Well, I've gotten things fairly sorted out here. I bought you flowers, I'm inviting you to my home" he listed.

"Alright, alright. I'll be nice" I finally said "I did call actually because I have a question"

"Anything luv, just ask," he said.

"Well, in that case..." (God he was fun to flirt with!)

"Whoa...save that for this weekend" he laughed.

"Alright then, I was wondering. Would you mind if I brought some guests? They're my two best friends and I can't imagine leaving them alone on a Saturday...they wouldn't know what to do without me!" I explained, acting over dramatic. Paul laughed.

"Sure thing luv, can't wait to see you again Tilly," he said warmly.

"Me too"

I found Sam and Ginny cleaning the loo.

"Well, I have good news," I said interrupting them.

"Yeah?" Sam said almost bumping her head on the sink as she stood up.

"We're going to a bash Saturday night!"

"Really? Where? Who's party?" Ginny asked excitedly. Sometimes I thought she would explode with her questions.

"It's a surprise Ginny luv" I winked.

A set of 11-year-old hands slammed the keys of the piano. Meanwhile, I ran a hand through my hair, growing more frustrated.

"Eugene, you haven't been working on this piece one bit!" I said exasperated

"It's stupid!" Eugene said crossing his arms

"No, it's a fine piece," I said sternly. This was a normal debate between Eugene and myself, last time it ended in his throwing pudding at me.

"Then you play it!" he taunted.

"Fine then," I sat down at the piano and played a quick rendition of Fur Elise. "You just have to practice, alright?"

Eugene rolled his eyes at me and sighed heavily. I glanced at the clock in the room. 3 o'clock. Thank God!

"Alright then, Eugene. Your lesson is finished for the day, please do try to practice, I'd like to see some improvement next week" I pleaded. Eugene had already moved onto ignoring me completely.

"He can be a tough little thing, but he's our little baby" Mrs. Pennington cooed as she led me out.

I hopped into my car and changed clothes. Going from my dull wardrobe to something more trendy as I'd be meeting with my agent. I'd grown used to this sort of thing oddly enough.

"Tilly lovey!" I was greeted as I entered the café Malcolm and I had decided upon. Malcolm was in his forties. Dark hair, always wearing a pair of rose tinted glasses and a new silk scarf each time I saw him.

"'Ello Malcolm" I smiled as he gave me a quick hug and a kiss on each cheek.

"Sit, are ya' hungry luv?" he asked "Don't worry about cost, I'm buying"

Much as I found his status flaunting a bit silly, I liked Malcolm...he cared enough to always find me work when he could.

"I've a few auditions coming up that I think you would be marvelous for, I'm waiting to hear back from the directors" he grinned

"Oh, Thank you, Malcolm!" I said surprised. I was always excited when he had news like that.

"So, Tilly lovey," he said taking a sip of his tea "What is it you wanted to see me about?"

I had spent the past 2 days rehearsing what I was planning to say. I took a deep breath, then a sip of my own tea, then another deep breath.

"Well, first of all...I'd like to thank you for getting me cast in Magical Mystery Tour. It's my favorite gig to date"

"You're quite welcome Tilly darling, I told you that you would be perfect for it!" he beamed. I smiled and continued.

"Well, I also...met someone while I was working on that film"

"That's great Tilly...however, you're not one to let anyone in on your personal life...least not as long as I've known you" he laughed "Why is this any different?"

"Well...It's because of publicity concerns"

Malcolm suddenly became extremely interested in what I had to say next

"Alright. Um...I. Oh bloody hell, I might as well just say it. I've been seeing Paul McCartney since then. Nothing has been said as we both had concerns over the publicity. However, he wants to officially say we are together and I wanted to talk with you about it"

Malcolm was silent. Which was a first, I'd never caught him that off guard. He removed his glasses and breathed deep, pinching the bridge of his nose. I bit my lip nervously awaiting what he would say. I didn't want to lose my agent, he'd gotten me so much work this year alone....but I didn't want to lose Paul either.

"This could either help you...or ruin you Tilly" he began quietly "You're talented luv. I don't want to see you getting parts simply because you're dating a Beatle...or worse being turned down for parts because you're dating a Beatle"

"I know. But 'Beatle' is just a bloody title. I'm willing to accept the risks Malcolm" I said finally. He sighed again.

"Tell me one thing Tilly, are you happy?" he asked. I was taken back a bit. Malcolm knew I'd had a rough go of things for awhile.

"Yes," I finally answered.

"Then there's really nothing I can say about it all" he smiled.

"I don't want you to drop me from projects, but I want to be with Paul," I said.

"I'm not going to drop you luv, and confidentially...you're like a kid to me, I want you happy alright?" he said squeezing my hand softly across the table. I smiled

"Thank you, Malcolm"

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Soundtrack: Someday - Clark Powell and Astro Kid

A/N: I'll be uploading more as soon as I get all my programmes/files loaded onto my computer (taking longer than expected!)  Thanks for reading :)