groupieisms.

     The last thing she expected was to be approached by the bassist himself. Did she stand out that much to him? ( She’d always thought herself to be average. ) Perhaps he had her mistaken with some other blonde. Before she could answer, the law-abiding part of her warmed Pamela against running off with boys - especially alone. Yet, the other half of her desperately wanted to accept the offer. There wasn’t much time left to dawdle on an answer and she blurted out the first thing that came to mind. 

     ❝ Is that what you say to all the girls you meet? ❞

     A smirk followed her response. ( Where did that come from? ) It made her look cockier than she appeared, the beginnings of a coy come-on she’d play upon when she’s older.

                    “ ‘COURSE NOT,  YOU’RE SPECIAL,  AREN’T YOU? ”  a very clever strategy  ( charm is the name of the game,  &  it’s a game JAMES PAUL MCCARTNEY might as well have made himself ). He’s very gifted at making the ordinary girls seem extraordinary, if only for a night, &  his age is no limiting factor.  ( It wasn’t four years ago, and it especially isn’t now. )

             “ I c'n tell, y ’ know, b ’ tween you an’ me … ”  He leans in, catches a whiff of her scent in the process.  “ You’ve an eye an’ an ear for music, y ’ know, I saw y ’ swayin’,  & … y ’ stuck out. Not jus’ any gal’d do that, y ’ know …  I don’t mean t ’ objectify ye or anythin’, honest, I was just feelin’ particularly lonesome, y ’ know,  &  I figured maybe th ’ prettiest girl in th ’ audience might fancy a ciggie  &  some company, aye? But … if you’d rather stay with yer mates er what have ya, I’d be fine t ’ take th ’ offer up on me own, though me heart may cease t ’ beat. ”  Yet another tactic, equally as clever  &  politely delivered as the first. He knows how to get inside of their heads, if only a skill he possesses for the sake of securing his own satisfaction come the night’s end.