The rest of the ngày passed in a blur. After the bus took me back to the hostel, I spent a lot of time wandering around the streets looking for a newspaper office, not knowing what a newspaper office even looked like. Eventually I had to ask directions, and then I spent an giờ annoying the people at the newspaper office bởi having no idea how to put a classified ad in the paper. I think eventually they let me put it in just to get rid of me. But I did manage it.
The ad I put in said: "John Lennon: Gloria Voyager is staying at" followed bởi the name of the hostel. Short and simple, the way I was used to nghề viết văn messages. Plus I thought it would intrigue him thêm that way. I didn’t want to ask him to meet me directly, in case that made him decide not to.
Sitting inside the hostel waiting for John (or – maybe, just maybe, Paul?) to hiển thị up, though, was the hardest part of my trip so far. I wasn’t used to sitting there with nothing but my thoughts to keep my mind occupied, and my thoughts came down on me in a way I wasn’t expecting. I was in an unfamiliar time, with no money and no phone, with no one I could explain things to hoặc ask to help me, trying to bring two boys into each others’ paths before it cause irreparable damage in all history. How could I do this on my own? It was just – too – much!
My head fell into my hands, and the tears came, shoulders shaking with the effort of not full-out crying in the middle of the restaurant and causing a scene. I was sitting alone, not near anyone else, but I couldn’t be sure how much nineteen fifties people noticed the other people around them. It was just another thing I didn’t know....
“Hey there,” a voice said, very close to my ear. “Are bạn Gloria Voyager? hoặc is it a bad time?” The voice was tinged with a bit of a grin, and I looked up, startled, to see a younger John Lennon. He had no bangs yet, but there were the same narrow brown eyes, thick light brown hair, and that enchanting mischievous smile that made me smile too through my tears.
“Hey, John,” I said.
John took the chair tiếp theo to mine without asking, and leaned in towards me, somewhat closer than he needed to, with something both relaxed and confident in his pose. “Were bạn crying because bạn thought I wouldn’t hiển thị up, then?” He grinned. He đã đưa ý kiến nothing about the very obvious fact that he didn’t even know me, which I was glad about. I didn't want him asking me questions. I had no các câu trả lời for him.
“Not really – sort of,” I replied vaguely. “John – how was the Woolton Village Fête on Saturday? Your Quarrymen gig?”
“Are bạn one of them talent scouts, then?”
“What?” I thought I knew what a talent scout was... I wondered if I should say I was a talent scout who had scouted new talent for his band. Maybe I could introduce him to Paul that way. Of course, John might not take him if he thought I was telling him to....
John didn’t quite laugh at me, but his smile came close. “If bạn were a talent scout, bạn might want to come out to Wales with me this week when I play some gigs there.”
“You – what – Wales?” I had read nothing about John going to Wales before asking Paul into the band! Was this thêm future I had messed up??
“Yeah,” John đã đưa ý kiến calmly. “Some blokes I was talking to after me set told me about it. There’s some opportunities there. bạn should go look into it, Talent Scout,” he added with a teasing grin.
I blushed, wondering if John really thought I was a talent scout. I didn’t think so, somehow, but what he was trying to do I had no idea. I was so busy trying to figure out John that it took me a moment before the full impact of what he was saying hit me.
“John! bạn can’t go to Wales!”
I realized too late that that was probably the wrong thing to say.
“Of course I can,” đã đưa ý kiến John, still calmly, but I thought a bit coolly now. “I just hop on the train tomorrow morning and ride out there. Find some gigs hoặc better bandmates.”
My mind was racing. I wanted to scream at him, “Your bandmates are here!” but I didn’t dare. “How long will bạn be gone?” I asked instead, my voice catching.
John shrugged. “Who knows? Can’t say fairer than that.” With one last smile in my direction, he got up and headed out the door. I had no idea if he was mad at me. Maybe he was. I gave a long, shuddering sigh. All I needed now was to meet George and get him mad at me, and Ringo would be the only Beatle who still liked me.
“Gloria?”
I whirled round in my chair to face the other way, where the voice came from. “Paul!”
I didn’t know whether to laugh hoặc cry. Paul had come back! He didn’t hate me! But why – why couldn’t he have come in just a một phút earlier? He could have come in while John was here! Why hadn’t I been thêm tactful with John and not chased him away so soon? I could have been introducing the two of them right now, and not had anything thêm to worry about....
“Gloria? Are bạn all right?”
Paul was staring at me with an adorable puzzled frown, and I guess some of my horror must have been hiển thị on my face. “Aren’t bạn glad to see me?” he asked, with a heart-melting little smile.
I couldn't resist him. “Yes!” I cried, and then, without planning to at all, I launched myself into his arms, now really half-laughing, half-crying.
Paul gave a small laugh himself and patted me on the back a bit. “Hey, don’t cry.”
I managed to soạn thảo myself and pulled back. I hoped I wasn’t rude to throw myself at Paul like that. That would have been unthinkable in my time, but Paul didn’t seem to care. Maybe I was starting to behave thêm like a nineteen fifties girl after all.
Paul sat down tiếp theo to me like John had, on my other side. “You’re not mad at me, are you?” he asked with his gorgeous melting eyes focused on me. “You seemed upset after our ngày last night. I came to see bạn this morning, but bạn were out.”
Paul had come to see me... my tim, trái tim soared. And he’d thought I was mad at him... I hadn’t had anything to worry about at all.
“No, Paul,” I breathed, hardly able to speak. “I’m not – I could never be mad at you.”
Paul smiled. “I thought bạn might not have liked our ngày very much,” he said, “so why don’t I take bạn out again tomorrow, and bạn can pick? Anywhere bạn like, we can go.”
“Really, Paul?” I beamed at him, hope suddenly flooding back. It was impossible not to feel good when looking at Paul. “Anywhere?”
“Sure.”
“Then take me on a train, Paul,” I decided. “A train that’s going to Wales.”
The ad I put in said: "John Lennon: Gloria Voyager is staying at" followed bởi the name of the hostel. Short and simple, the way I was used to nghề viết văn messages. Plus I thought it would intrigue him thêm that way. I didn’t want to ask him to meet me directly, in case that made him decide not to.
Sitting inside the hostel waiting for John (or – maybe, just maybe, Paul?) to hiển thị up, though, was the hardest part of my trip so far. I wasn’t used to sitting there with nothing but my thoughts to keep my mind occupied, and my thoughts came down on me in a way I wasn’t expecting. I was in an unfamiliar time, with no money and no phone, with no one I could explain things to hoặc ask to help me, trying to bring two boys into each others’ paths before it cause irreparable damage in all history. How could I do this on my own? It was just – too – much!
My head fell into my hands, and the tears came, shoulders shaking with the effort of not full-out crying in the middle of the restaurant and causing a scene. I was sitting alone, not near anyone else, but I couldn’t be sure how much nineteen fifties people noticed the other people around them. It was just another thing I didn’t know....
“Hey there,” a voice said, very close to my ear. “Are bạn Gloria Voyager? hoặc is it a bad time?” The voice was tinged with a bit of a grin, and I looked up, startled, to see a younger John Lennon. He had no bangs yet, but there were the same narrow brown eyes, thick light brown hair, and that enchanting mischievous smile that made me smile too through my tears.
“Hey, John,” I said.
John took the chair tiếp theo to mine without asking, and leaned in towards me, somewhat closer than he needed to, with something both relaxed and confident in his pose. “Were bạn crying because bạn thought I wouldn’t hiển thị up, then?” He grinned. He đã đưa ý kiến nothing about the very obvious fact that he didn’t even know me, which I was glad about. I didn't want him asking me questions. I had no các câu trả lời for him.
“Not really – sort of,” I replied vaguely. “John – how was the Woolton Village Fête on Saturday? Your Quarrymen gig?”
“Are bạn one of them talent scouts, then?”
“What?” I thought I knew what a talent scout was... I wondered if I should say I was a talent scout who had scouted new talent for his band. Maybe I could introduce him to Paul that way. Of course, John might not take him if he thought I was telling him to....
John didn’t quite laugh at me, but his smile came close. “If bạn were a talent scout, bạn might want to come out to Wales with me this week when I play some gigs there.”
“You – what – Wales?” I had read nothing about John going to Wales before asking Paul into the band! Was this thêm future I had messed up??
“Yeah,” John đã đưa ý kiến calmly. “Some blokes I was talking to after me set told me about it. There’s some opportunities there. bạn should go look into it, Talent Scout,” he added with a teasing grin.
I blushed, wondering if John really thought I was a talent scout. I didn’t think so, somehow, but what he was trying to do I had no idea. I was so busy trying to figure out John that it took me a moment before the full impact of what he was saying hit me.
“John! bạn can’t go to Wales!”
I realized too late that that was probably the wrong thing to say.
“Of course I can,” đã đưa ý kiến John, still calmly, but I thought a bit coolly now. “I just hop on the train tomorrow morning and ride out there. Find some gigs hoặc better bandmates.”
My mind was racing. I wanted to scream at him, “Your bandmates are here!” but I didn’t dare. “How long will bạn be gone?” I asked instead, my voice catching.
John shrugged. “Who knows? Can’t say fairer than that.” With one last smile in my direction, he got up and headed out the door. I had no idea if he was mad at me. Maybe he was. I gave a long, shuddering sigh. All I needed now was to meet George and get him mad at me, and Ringo would be the only Beatle who still liked me.
“Gloria?”
I whirled round in my chair to face the other way, where the voice came from. “Paul!”
I didn’t know whether to laugh hoặc cry. Paul had come back! He didn’t hate me! But why – why couldn’t he have come in just a một phút earlier? He could have come in while John was here! Why hadn’t I been thêm tactful with John and not chased him away so soon? I could have been introducing the two of them right now, and not had anything thêm to worry about....
“Gloria? Are bạn all right?”
Paul was staring at me with an adorable puzzled frown, and I guess some of my horror must have been hiển thị on my face. “Aren’t bạn glad to see me?” he asked, with a heart-melting little smile.
I couldn't resist him. “Yes!” I cried, and then, without planning to at all, I launched myself into his arms, now really half-laughing, half-crying.
Paul gave a small laugh himself and patted me on the back a bit. “Hey, don’t cry.”
I managed to soạn thảo myself and pulled back. I hoped I wasn’t rude to throw myself at Paul like that. That would have been unthinkable in my time, but Paul didn’t seem to care. Maybe I was starting to behave thêm like a nineteen fifties girl after all.
Paul sat down tiếp theo to me like John had, on my other side. “You’re not mad at me, are you?” he asked with his gorgeous melting eyes focused on me. “You seemed upset after our ngày last night. I came to see bạn this morning, but bạn were out.”
Paul had come to see me... my tim, trái tim soared. And he’d thought I was mad at him... I hadn’t had anything to worry about at all.
“No, Paul,” I breathed, hardly able to speak. “I’m not – I could never be mad at you.”
Paul smiled. “I thought bạn might not have liked our ngày very much,” he said, “so why don’t I take bạn out again tomorrow, and bạn can pick? Anywhere bạn like, we can go.”
“Really, Paul?” I beamed at him, hope suddenly flooding back. It was impossible not to feel good when looking at Paul. “Anywhere?”
“Sure.”
“Then take me on a train, Paul,” I decided. “A train that’s going to Wales.”
[1,2,3,4!]
Well, she was just 17
bạn know what I mean
And the way she looked was way beyond compare
So how could I dance with another (Ooh)
When I saw her standing there
Well she looked at me, and I, I could see
That before too long I'd fall in tình yêu with her
She wouldn't dance with another (Whooh)
When I saw her standing there
Well, my tim, trái tim went "boom"
When I crossed that room
And I held her hand in mine...
Whoah, we danced through the night
And we held each other tight
And before too long I fell in tình yêu with her
Now I'll never dance with another (Whooh)
Since I saw her standing there
Well, my tim, trái tim went "boom"
When I crossed that room
And I held her hand in mine...
Whoah, we danced through the night
And we held each other tight
And before too long I fell in tình yêu with her
Now I'll never dance with another (Whooh)
Since I saw her standing there
Well, she was just 17
bạn know what I mean
And the way she looked was way beyond compare
So how could I dance with another (Ooh)
When I saw her standing there
Well she looked at me, and I, I could see
That before too long I'd fall in tình yêu with her
She wouldn't dance with another (Whooh)
When I saw her standing there
Well, my tim, trái tim went "boom"
When I crossed that room
And I held her hand in mine...
Whoah, we danced through the night
And we held each other tight
And before too long I fell in tình yêu with her
Now I'll never dance with another (Whooh)
Since I saw her standing there
Well, my tim, trái tim went "boom"
When I crossed that room
And I held her hand in mine...
Whoah, we danced through the night
And we held each other tight
And before too long I fell in tình yêu with her
Now I'll never dance with another (Whooh)
Since I saw her standing there