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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𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐!
𝐃𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟒𝐭𝐡 𝟏𝟗𝟓𝟗
"Do you think your father will like me?" He said , while he straightened his shirt .
Martie grinned at him as she held the door open , "sure! Just go easy , y'know respectful" she said reassuring him .
"Oi hes here!" Pauls annoying cherpy voice called from the stairs , and out of his bedroom , as both mike , George and john , followed him from his room, all of them cocking their heads like nosey old ladies .
The boys face dropped as he took a glimpse of marties brothers and his mates at the top of the stairs , but before he could mention anything the door immediately shut in his face.
"What did i say!" Martie yelled at them , "Dad!" She screamed towards the kitchen , and Jim didn't even have to get up . "Leave her alone boys." He sighed , shouting , not moving his eyes off the paper .
"I cannot believe he's letting her bring a boy round." Paul murmured to everyone .
Martie opened the door again , "I'm so sorry peter.." she said with a smile .
