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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𝐅𝐞𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝟒𝐭𝐡 𝟏𝟗𝟔𝟎
"Tutti Frutti ." Martie snapped and George rapidly bounced back "Little Richard." They had been playing this game on the way to The record shop , ever since George quit school she barely got to see him , except from when he came over , but even then he only spoke to Paul .
The game was a test of George's musical knowledge, except Martie was giving him hurtfully easy questions , she'd name a song and George had to Immediately give back the artist , if he even thought about it he was out .
"Valley of tears."
"Buddy holly"
"One night"
"Your bloke" George spluttered into a smirk slash giggle , martie winked
"Damn right." She grinned
"Thats not a song?" George said sarcastically
"Good one holmes." She wacked him playfully on his shoulder, catching her skin against his leather jacket . His gorgeous shoulders ... NO MARTIE , peter , Mabel . No .
"Ay Bugsy ain't that your bird with Harrison?" A boy perked as a group of boys started walking over to the pair of them , peter in the mob .
As peters mob came herding over , he went straight to Martie . "Hiya!" Martie grinned , stepping on her tip toes to hug him as George practically gawked .
"Why ya with him?" Peter whispered into her ear as they hugged .
Marties face dropped and she moved her gaze away from him , "we're just off to the record shop."
He let go . "My record shop? Your off with a bloke to my record shop?" It wasn't exactly peters record shop , it was the local record shop , painted dark red with white letters stating 'Bugs Records' , it was peters parents shop , he also lived above it .
He had part time job there , so he vaguely knew George , since George was always there . Even if he didn't have the money , he'd try the testing booth almost all the time .
"Peter. Its just George." She said with a sheepish smile as both peters friends and George stared at the two.
"Just George" he grunted and Martie rolled her eyes .
She grabbed George's arm since his hand was unavailable after being stuffed into his jacket pocket , and walked off in a strop .
"I suppose I won't have those free testers at the booth anymore... christ." George mumbled as they walked , cutting the awkward silence. And they both laughed .
