𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐀 𝐌𝐂𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐍𝐄𝐘, was she destined for the radio ?
She loved music but she couldn't for the life of her
Learn an instrument or sing , Martie loved news
Or gossip , and thats how we got our very own Martie Mccartney ,
The BBC radio...
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𝐀𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐥 𝟐𝐧𝐝 𝟏𝟗𝟓𝟗
Birthdays are sort of weird aren't they? They're just dates that make a person feel special , makes a person feel one in a million , when in reality they're probably one in three.
Well tomorrow Martie turned sixteen , they're were so many things she'd legally be aloud to do , and it only excited her , and finally shed be able to catch Paul up in age .
She was walking to George's house because they had gotten quite close over the months , they were quite familiar now and though Paul was still protective , he understood George wouldn't try anything.
She dressed in a brown skirt that reached the top of her knee , mary janes as always, and a blue knitted jumper .
She came up to George's house in the valley of similar houses and knocked on the door , immediately mrs Harrison opened the door , she liked mrs Harrison , she was really nice .
She actually liked George's parents a lot , there was a funny story that when George got the cane at the boys school , Mr Harrison punched the teacher . She thought that was the most hilarious thing ever , so hilarious it reached the girls school and Martie didn't even find out from Paul or Howie , she found out from her friend Claire .
"Hello Martina Love!" Louise said cheerfully, leading her in
"Gosh you must be freezing! Dy'a want me to get you a cuppa tea?" Louise asked as she looked at the skirt she was wearing in the blistering cold .
"Oh im alright mrs Harrison! Thankyou!" Martie smiled as she took he rjacket off and hung it up .
"Give me a shout if ya need anything , George is upstairs darling" Louise grinned walking back into the kitchen .
Martie took her shoes off and made her way up the narrow stairs that lead to George's bedroom , she knocked on the door.
"Yeah?" George said from behind the door , martie opened it grinning .
"Oh ello stranger." George said shifting on the bed , he had his guitar on his lap and it looked far too heavy for him .
Martie shut the door behind her , sitting on the bed opposite him .
"Hiya." She grinned .
"Aren't ya cold?" George said as his gaze ran over her body and her exposed knees .
"S'alright" she said rubbing her hands on her skirt . She looked at the guitar . "What ya playing?" She said tilting her head .
"Dunno I haven't started yet." He said tapping his finger on the guitar.
"I wish I could play guitar." She said looking at it .
"Ill teach ya if you want." George said smiling with his teeth.
