The atmosphere in the room was festive and all of the attendees of the party seemed genuinely pleased to be at such a large gathering of like minded individuals. There were Beatles fans all over the world but this event was attended by some rather die hard fanatics who enjoyed being in the company of true music lovers. She walked amongst the party goers participating actively in some conversations and being content to listen to others as they discussed various Beatles topics. After a time, she grew weary of the throngs of people and wished for nothing more than a breath of fresh air and quiet outside on the terrace. Making her way through the people, she quietly opened the door leading outside and stepped out into the cool night air.
As she rounded the corner looking for place to sit, she noticed an older gentlemen resting his elbows on the bannisters that surrounded the terrace. His posture was relaxed as he leaned forward and surveyed the city lights reflected upwards from the valley below. His stance reflected one of confidence and she was drawn to him immediately. After setting her drink down on one of the many tables dotting the landscape of the terrace, she made her way over to him, hoping to engage him in some conversation. Why did she have this feeling that she knew him?
He heard her soft footsteps moving closer to him and as he felt her moving closer, he lifted his head up from his relaxed perch and turned to see her striding up to him. He watched with a fair degree of amusement as her expression changed abruptly from one of curiosity to one of astonishment. "Dear Lord in Heaven" she thought, "That's Paul McCartney". She forced herself to keep moving toward him, trying hard not to stumble or otherwise make a fool of herself in front of the man. "I...I thought I knew who you were" she began awkwardly, struggling to appear normal in this unusual situation. "So many people know me. I wish I did. I wish someone would tell me about me" he replied softly, before turning back to gaze down at the lights of the city below. "Well, I suppose I could try" she said, wondering where to begin. "I certainly don't know you personally, but I'd love to know that side of you. I only know what anyone else at this party would know...that you are an amazing singer, songwriter and musician. Amazing is probably an inadequate word for what you are." she said, boldly touching his back with her hand, trying to comfort him a bit as she could tell he was struggling with something. "Are there people who find you charming?" he asked, pleased at her reaction to his little confession. "Well, they pretend, 'cause I try real hard" she retorted, enjoying teasing him a bit. His smile broadened at her words and his large brown eyes twinkled in response.
"You know, I really hate coming to these parties here in L.A. I know these are my fans but I get tired of people wanting to talk about the Beatles. Sometimes, I just want to have a normal conversation with someone. Actually.." he said with a grin, "these events are Hell to me". She chuckled slightly before replying "Actually, there is no Hell. Although I hear Los Angeles is getting pretty close". He laughed at her crazy statement and moved his body closer to hers, both of them enjoying each others company and the twinkling lights of L.A. down below.
They stood quietly next to each other for a moment, each lost a bit in their own thoughts before being startled from their quiet reverie by the sounds of music starting up inside the room. "Penny Lane" started playing next and she took a moment to look at Paul, admiring both his obvious good looks and the fact that he appeared to be a very normal person despite his enormous fame and fortune. She gazed at him as he began singing the line "There beneath the blue suburban skies, I sit and meanwhile back..." She smiled at him, catching his obvious reference to their suburban settings though the skies were hardly blue this time of night. "Shall we dance?" he asked her and without waiting for answer, he took her hand in his and lead her away from their perch and onto the stone covered floor where he wrapped his arms around her tightly and leaned his head down toward hers, his lips grazing her ear as he whispered "There are very few moments in life as good as this." She nodded her head in agreement and enjoyed the closeness of their bodies swaying gently to the music.
All at once, throngs of people began pouring out onto the terrace, interrupting their dance and their moment, finally realizing that Paul McCartney was among their midst. He stepped away from her then, watching the crowds close in on him and said "Are the floods coming? Hoover Dam broke? What's going on?". She laughed as she watched him handle the people and autograph seekers good naturedly and she waited for him patiently on the sidelines of the crowd, confident that she would have him to herself once again before the night was through.
2007-01-12 07:01:47
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answered by Anonymous
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Miss dizzy Lizzy would you Dance with me and my dog?Another flood is coming and the hover Dan broke again. What's going on here? Actually I think I will sing a song, here comes the sun. Hell can be just around the corner although I hear that Los Angeles is getting ready to sink into the ocean. So many people know me by my size, to them I am the walrus. I wish I did this boy. I wish someone would tell me about me and the worm on my nose. I find Brad charming and the lucky rabbit. People also say I am charming for my tender heart and compassionate soul. They pretend that I don't have a 2 foot long hairs growing out of my ears and nose. I try real hard to groom myself like my dog Alfy but it is no use, my tongue is not long enough. One of the best days in my life was the day a kind homeless person came up to me and took the worm off my nose, cut my ear and nose hair and said I was as light as a bird. The end.
2007-01-12 09:34:18
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answered by lost angel 2
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