Emma was in Life class when the door burst open.  She looked up from her painting and saw Stuart standing in the door way scanning the room.  When his eyes fell on her a smile spread across his face and he quickly made his way to her.  She stood up from her stool when he got to her. “I’ve done it, Em!”  He cried.  “I’ve done it!” “Done what, Stuart?”  She laughed. “I sold my painting!  Sold it for sixty fucking pounds!” Emma’s eyes lite up.  “The painting from the John Moore’s show?” Stuart nodded his head enthusiastically.  “For sixty pounds Emmie!!!”  He flung his arms around her and lifted her up from the ground which made Emma giggle because to look at him, Stuart doesn’t appear to be strong, but you’d be surprised.  When he finally put her down, she looked into his eyes and saw the joy and pure excitement that lingered.  Then she realized that everyone in the class was staring at the two of them.  Emma grabbed her things and then grabbed Stuart’s hand and led him out of the class room.  Once outside Emma threw her arms around Stuart and gave him a big hug. “I am so proud of you!”  She cried.  Letting go she asked “so what are you planning on spending all this money on?” “Well . . .”  Stuart began. “What?” “John’s asked me to be in his band so I’m going to buy a bass guitar and be the bass player.” Emma stopped dead in her tracks.  “What!?”  She cried. Stuart had walked a little ways up and turned around.  “You heard me.”  And then turned back around and continued walking. Emma jogged to catch up with him.  “Stuart, you don’t know how to play bass.” “I can learn Emmie.”  They walked in silence for a moment.  Emma didn’t know what to say.  How could Stuart just give up his art like that?  They turned on to Lime Street. “You’re going to give up your art, just like that?”  She finally asked. Stuart stopped walking and turned to face Emma.  “I’m not giving it up.  Just putting it aside for a while.  This is just something I want to do.  Something I need to do.  I wont do it forever, just for the time being.”  He searched her face for acceptance. “Well, let’s go pick out a bass then!”  She smiled. “Come see us play, Emmie.  You’ve never seen us play.  Please.  Emmie, come see us play.” “Alright, John!”  Emmie cried throwing her hands up in the air.  Her and John were at a coffee shop and John had just spent the last five minutes begging Emma to come to one of their gigs. John smiled a triumphant grin.  “I can’t believe you’ve never been to one of my gigs. You’ve never even met George or Paul.  Cyn will be there.  You can talk with her.” “I’m glad you have Cyn.  She tames you down.”  Cynthia Powell was John’s new girlfriend and Emma and Cyn had hit it off form the moment the first met. “No one can tame me!  So you will come tonight?” “Yes.  I will come.  How is Stuart doing?” “Good.  He’s learning.  Paul is pissed off but it’s me fucking band.  I put it together.  I can say who is in it an who isn’t.  So Paul can like it or he can hate it.  It doesn’t matter what he wants anyway.” “You talked him into buying that bass, didn’t you?”  Emma suddenly accused John. “I didn’t talk him in to it,” John defended himself.  “I just gave him the idea.” “John, what about his art?” “What about it, Emma?  He can go back to it.  He wants to be in my band.  He can leave at any time.  I’m not holding him there with a knife to his throat.” Emma sipped her tea.  “I know.  It’s just hard to see Stuart as something besides an artist.” “Playing music is just another form of art.  Are you ready to go?  I need to get home to get ready.” “Okay.  I have something perfect to wear tonight too.”  Emma smiled.  John just rolled his eyes. “You women and your clothes!” Cyn came buy Emma’s house at around 6:30 and her mouth almost hit the ground when Emma opened the door.  “What are you wearing?”  Cyn cried. Emma laughed.  “Leather pants!  I bought them in Winnipeg but have never had the nerve to wear them.  I thought tonight would be the perfect opportunity.” Accompanying her leather pants, Emma was wearing a tight white shirt with three quarter length sleeves.  Her hear was piled up on her head with a few strands falling around her face. Cyn just laughed as Emma locked her front door.  “You’re something else, Emmie.” They walked to the club that the guys were playing at.  Once they got inside they found a table close to the front so they could get a good look at the guys in action. At 7:15 they were announced and on stage came five guys.  Emma immediately recognized John and Stuart.  Stuart looked so tiny behind the giant bass he had strapped around his shoulders.  He was wearing his dark sunglasses and has his back turned slightly from the crowd.  John, on the other hand, was right up front, confidence written all over his face.  She could clearly tell that he loved what he was doing.  To the immediate right of John stood two guys that Emma did not recognize.  Two guys that could only be Paul and George.  But who was who.  John had said that George was the younger one, but they both looked the same age.  Then she remembered a conversation where John mentioned that Paul played his guitar left handed so she quickly looked at their guitars and was able to tell who was who.  She couldn’t really get a good look at them.  The club was dark and lights were shining directly in their faces, but she could hear them and they sounded amazing.  John’s voice was just incredible.  So raw and full of energy, and Paul’s voice was just the opposite.  Melodic.  They put on an amazing show, singing a lot of songs that Emma recognized. “Their fucking brilliant, Cyn!”  She cried over the music. Cyn smiled.  “I know!”  She shouted back. After the show, Cyn and Emma stuck around the club and waited for the guys to come out. “You were amazing!”  Emma smiled when they came out of the dressing room.  She turned to Stuart.  “Very moody, Stuart.  Loved the glasses.” Stuart hugged Emma then held her out at arms length.  “Are those leather pants I see you wearing, Miss. James?”  He asked. Emma did a little twirl to show off her outfit.  “That they would be, Mr. Sutcliffe.  I’ve decided to change my look.  For tonight anyways.” “Emma,” John interrupted.  “I want you to meet George Harrison and Paul McCartney.” “So this is the infamous Emma James,” Paul smiled, sticking out his hand.  Emma took it and laughed.  “Emma is fine.  You guys were really good out there.” “Thanks.  We try.”