The Time of My Life- John Lennon Love Story

~Hope you don't mind, I'm going to bounce around the timeline~

"Where are you two going?" Paul's dad asked us as we went out the door. Paul looked behind him as he opened the door for both of us. "Holl and I are going to John's." His father nodded. "2 hours." We stepped outside the door and started walking. "Holl, you are going to love the band," Paul said enthusiasticly. I rolled my eyes. "Paul, I love all rock and roll. Of course I'll love the band." "No, you'll love the people too. Especially John. He's pretty much just like you," Paul said. "Sure." Paul reached out his hand and knocked on the door. "Paul!" said the guy who answered the door. Then he noticed me. "Erm,- is this your friend you said you were going to bring?" Paul nodded. "John Lennon, this is my best friend Holly McFarlane." John nodded and held out his hand, and I shook it. "Paul never mentioned you were a girl. You play?" "Yes I did!" Paul chimed in, now by the rest of the band, unloading his stuff. I answered "Hell yeah. Got something for me to play?" john looked at me for a moment and said "Yeah. And don't let my Aunt Mimi hear your language." He ran unstairs. While John was gone, Paul introduced the rest of the band. "And now that John has finally shut his gob, here's the rest of the band. Over there on drums is Pete, and Stu, and you met George." I nodded and shook their hands. "Now I've met the Quarry Men." John came down the stairs with an acoustic guitar. "Here," He said, holding it out to me. I looked at it, then I took it. "Oh, John, she prefers to play electric guitar," Paul chimed in. John looked a little skeptical. "When she proves to me she can play at all, then I'll let her play electric." I rolled my eyes. Just me wearing pants even should have said something. I started playing. "What the hell are you playing?" John asked. "Some country music that floated over the Atlantic Ocean," I said, then I sung a few words. John nodded. "Alright, I'm convinced." He handed me the electric guitar and said "Handle with care." I rolled my eyes. Most guys are more protective of their cars. I started playing what would, in the next decade, sound like The Jimi Hendrix Experience. But for 1958, it was pretty heavy. All their eyes were wide except for Paul's, who was used to it. We shared a room. They snapped out of it pretty quickly, though. Then we played rock and roll music all night long. All I was thinking, though, is that John kid is so damn hot....