1958

john is eighteen, you are (choose age)

the quarrymen; john’s main focus. sure, girls were a good distraction, and his mates were fun to hang out with, but after his mother’s death, john wanted to prove to himself, and maybe others too, that he could be the next elvis presley.

and so he played gigs in the sweaty, small, smelly cavern club, alongside the lads. it was a good start, and it wasn’t too boring either.

though ‘not boring’ could be both good and bad.

because it also meant that you were currently having a very ‘not boring’ experience with a drunken, older man. he was trying to grab you and persisting on, well.. whatever he was persisting on. you couldn’t understand for he was slurring badly.

you felt scared and didn’t know what to do, until john stepped in, nudging the man away and wrapping an arm around your shoulder. “she’s got a boyfriend, mate. so i suggest you sod off.” he said, cigarette in hand. he hadn’t played any gigs; tonight he had just come here with his mates for fun.

you didn’t know the boy, but somehow you felt safe with him, and when he took your hand in his, taking you up the cold stairs to the outside of the club, you felt relief and.. something else.

butterflies in your stomach.

“let’s get ya home, hm?” he said, letting go of your hand and patting you on the back lightly, “ya live close?” he asked, taking a drag of his cigarette and blowing the smoke out sideways, so that it wouldn’t get to you.

what a gentleman, you thought.