It wasn't long before I had my new job at the record store. Marvin had pulled some strings and gotten me working with the delivery of the new records - it wasn't the most interesting thing I could do in a record store, but I knew I was working here so that I could be sent to get more records from England later on. When I saw Marvin at work, I asked him how the plan was going and he winked at me, which I'm sure meant really well.
Working in delivery was kind of annoying, though, when my friends came in wanting me to give them discounts on the records. I wasn't working behind the counter; how could I do anything about that? But I did tell them that I would try and get a discount for them if they would listen to a Beatles album. They laughed at me. I couldn't believe it - how could anybody be that much against listening to my Beatles?!
My parents were happy that I had a job and was doing something responsible with myself - happy enough that they didn't say anything to me about the place I was working in, but I did hear them discussing it in whispers when they thought I couldn't hear them, and I'm sure I caught the words "devil's music" once or twice. I sighed. The only devil here was the one making Paul sad, and I was determined to get rid of it.
One day, I came into work to find several of the other delivery workers who seemed to be waiting for me. "Well, Carrie," one man said, "are you ready to go hunt down Beatles records?"
It took a moment for this to sink in. "What - we're going? We're really going?" Surprise turned to excitement!
The man smiled at me. "Marvin's been telling the management about the demand for Beatle records, and they let him put together a team. He said," here the man grinned at me "that we should take a nice long vacation in England while we were at it, and that you might go up to Scotland while we were there - what's that all about?"
I was grinning madly by this point. "Oh - just something I want to see if I can do. I don't know if I can, but..." I was talking more to myself now; I don't think my co-workers had a clue what I meant, "I have to try."
Working in delivery was kind of annoying, though, when my friends came in wanting me to give them discounts on the records. I wasn't working behind the counter; how could I do anything about that? But I did tell them that I would try and get a discount for them if they would listen to a Beatles album. They laughed at me. I couldn't believe it - how could anybody be that much against listening to my Beatles?!
My parents were happy that I had a job and was doing something responsible with myself - happy enough that they didn't say anything to me about the place I was working in, but I did hear them discussing it in whispers when they thought I couldn't hear them, and I'm sure I caught the words "devil's music" once or twice. I sighed. The only devil here was the one making Paul sad, and I was determined to get rid of it.
One day, I came into work to find several of the other delivery workers who seemed to be waiting for me. "Well, Carrie," one man said, "are you ready to go hunt down Beatles records?"
It took a moment for this to sink in. "What - we're going? We're really going?" Surprise turned to excitement!
The man smiled at me. "Marvin's been telling the management about the demand for Beatle records, and they let him put together a team. He said," here the man grinned at me "that we should take a nice long vacation in England while we were at it, and that you might go up to Scotland while we were there - what's that all about?"
I was grinning madly by this point. "Oh - just something I want to see if I can do. I don't know if I can, but..." I was talking more to myself now; I don't think my co-workers had a clue what I meant, "I have to try."