IT'S ALL ABOUT THE ASHES

FOREWORD -by Mary-

2007-04-26T01:47:18Z

It’s All About The Ashes…

This is Mary, and I’ve known Pattie for a long time now, like 7 years and all through the years I’ve read many different fan fictions written by her, she was like my teacher in fiction stories about my fandoms. When she told me about this story I was quite excited because I haven’t read many fan fictions about Dhani Harrison, one of the main characters of this story. She’s also a big fan of Jane Asher and of course, of her relationship with Paul McCartney, and deep inside she’d love a reunion of this couple (no romance needed) after almost 40 years apart, and she leaves that clear in this fan fiction.

I’ve read this fan fiction in different versions, Pattie has really worked on little details here like in no other story, and I’ve read all the versions and I can say she has done a really good job, the main character, Isabella, have changed its name numerous times, but in the end she chose Isabella.

This is not a one character story, but many characters are involved in this story, from Paul McCartney to Dhani Harrison with lots of Sean Lennon and little Yoko’s cameos, everyone is in this story and it’s really worth reading. There’s always a surprise in each chapter, you never know what’s going to happen or what road the story will get, so I assure you, you’ll have lots of fun reading.

So, if you’re looking for a good story to read that involves all of your favourite characters, this is the one you should read, I highly recommend it to all of you, so, take a sit, relax and start reading, you’ll thank me later.

Love,

Mary

Take # 1

2007-04-26T01:46:41Z

Cold and frosty morning,
There's not a lot to say,
About the things caught in my mind,
And as the day was dawning,
My plane flew away,
With all the things caught in my mind…

Lonely relaxing time in front of the piano she learnt to play when she was three, she remember how annoying the rest of her siblings thought it was when she practiced, but she didn’t care, she just love the beauty those ivory keys emanated, moreover it was the most appreciated gift her mother could ever give her. It’s been a while since the last time she was in that room, breathing a well known air, looking at the pictures over the fireplace, loving what her mother had made with the decoration, which tends to change quite often but now as the season demands everything looks shinning, yellowish cushions and orange curtains, with table centerpieces in green colors. She was at home again, oh yes that was for sure.

“What are you playing, darling?.” She felt the sweet embrace of her mother at her back, “It sounds quite delightful.” She sat next to her younger daughter.

“Delightful? Mother! Well it’d probably surprise you if I say it’s a quite popular Oasis tune” she said trying to hide a laugh. The expression on her mother face was confusing, biting her bottom lip was afraid to ask if she really means Oasis when she said Oasis.

“It doesn’t sound like the band at all, Isabella”.

In the face of a lecture about “real music” Isabella kissed her mother cheek and held her hand, “I know what you mean… It’s just that I love to play it a bit classical, see… You should notice it before Jane, luv, you are a 60’s madness survivor!!”

“How you dare, young lady... It’s your mother you’re talking to!” said Jane in a modish voice never stop looking at her daughter with a smile in her face, she was so happy to have her back home.

Then the refreshing joking moment vanished and Jane suspected something awkward was about to be asked, judging by the look on Isabella's face, her smile just vanished, “Well, just say it.”

“Say what?” tapping a constant sol-re on the piano keyboard.

“I know you better than that… just say it”

A deep breath, a faked smile and the feeling that couldn’t stand a glance and Isabella have to ask, “What you… what you think about the rollercoaster McCartney is being through?”

Jane had to think for a second or two before find what she thought ‘d be the best answer, “He only gets what He gives.”

“So you think, he deserves it?... I mean for getting marry a retired whore… admit it mom the man was mourning, she came at the very needed moment… and well, she’s hot… a whore after all but looks great!.”

“What gives you the wrong idea that I want to talk about Heather Mills, for Christ’s sake?” said Jane, her fingers entwined under her chin.

“We’re not talking about her, but McCartney” Isabella tried not to sound that obvious but failed.

“It’s quite the same thing, darling, end of the story.”

“Oh, c’mon… it’s okay once in a while a chat about him, huh?” Jabbing her mother, “I’m not asking for little dirty details on your relationship with him…”

Jane all of a sudden stood up and step aside, “I said end of the story” Walked away after a grimace on Isabella’s face but before she left the room turned her back, “There were never “little” details about us!”

“You roguish!”

Isabella was the younger lady of the Scarfe bunch; she was 25 and recently has gotten her degree as a professional photographer. She has been the only one in her family who decided to study outside the UK, going to a private school in Switzerland and continuing her education in Austria. Her siblings Katie, Alex and Rory have spent almost their entire life in England, although Alexander spent a year and a half in Rhode Island, he went to Brown some years ago just to find himself not quite comfortable with the American lifestyle so he decided to get back to the 'ol' London'. The tiny independent 'wildcat' used to be Isabella's nickname around her parents house, but she has a weakness, her beloved mother, Jane Asher, the altruist socialite woman, who has built with her husband Gerald a respectable and outstanding home for their children. Isabella always admired the way her parents have got along for so many years, she wished one day for sure she could find that especial someone who brings her a 'cup of tea' every evening, every single day.

During lunch at the veranda, Isabella shared with her parents one of the trade marked delicious Italian dishes, her mother had cooked knowing she loves Italian food like anything else. A phone call interrupted the meal, It was Mary Addison, Isabella's best friend.

“Yes, this is Isabella!” She stood up quickly and after kissing his father forehead went into the house.

“You bloody fox… when you expect to call me!! Once you decide to leave again, huh?” Mary was quite upset.

“Oh hullo, Mary… I’ve missed you too.”

“C’mon, screw your “I’ve missed you too” shit, Isabella”

“I just landed two days ago, I was… jetlag???” Isabella said smiling at the joke but without an adequate reception.

“I don’t even know why I phone you!.”

“Well… well… I’m sorry, okay… happy now?”

“You’ll have to work on it”

“Oh c’mon… you can be that mean, your the lovely miss Addison!” Trying to make things up in a childish tone.

“Alright, just because I've missed you as a sunny day in winter!" Mary smiled, "So?”

“So, what?”

“Are you up for some fun, tonight?”

“I’m sorry, Katie is paying me a visit, later… maybe some other time.”

“Katie? How come?”

“Why… there’s nothing wrong with it, right?”

“Of course not… I guess we both ‘d have a better time partying!”

“Lord, I wish I could…”

“She might join us!”

“Sure?”

“Yes, be ready at 10 and I’ll pick you ladies up, until then!”

It seemed like the plans for the night were up, Katie was in and before 10 pm Isabella and her sister were drinking a glass of wine in the living room. Their relationship wasn’t always the best at all, Isabella saw Katie as “the perfect one”… never could be more spoiled sister of hers. She’s the proudest of the Scarfe clan, for being a Scarfe Asher child, the kind of lass who’s telling everybody and everywhere who her parents were. She’s actually 34 and in spite of not a huge physical similitude with their mother, their minds seem to be identical the most of time. Katie was an actress and she’s good doing what she did, Jane Asher besides of being their mother was her performing tutor… then she might be good.

10 after 10, Mary arrived and on their way to the “new fashionable bar in town” as she said, they were talking for the very first minutes about Isabella way back home, Katie’s breakup with her latest boyfriend a boring banker, but then Mary shut them up with a sudden brake and pull over.

“What in the bloody hell are you doing?” Said Isabella with her heart beating in a race.

“You want to kill us? Psycho???” Were the words on Katie’s mouth.

Mary apologized herself in a millisecond and then looked her friend in the eye, murmured some unpublished words and began to shake her hands in front of her, she was almost sweating.

“What???” Isabella started to worry.

“Oh my Lord, she’s in panic, Isabella… what did you do to the poor child??” Said Katie, causing her sister to face her and stammer a clean, “Screw you, Katie I haven’t done anything!”

“You both stop this argument right now… I have to say this now otherwise you’re gonna kill me and throw me dead body to the river”

“You know we’re not like that… now spit it out, if you don’t mind” Said Isabella with a dirty look.

After muse a second Mary just said it, “We’re going to see a Dhani Harrison’s gig” and then shut her eyes widely waiting for the storm to begin. But nothing harsh came on. Katie and Isabella exchanged some looks but didn’t say a word. “Am I already death??... girls you’re good on it!... It hardly hurt!” said Mary and breath in relief. Then she turned to Isabella and ignited the car again after a killing silence, “So, I’m taking us there, no obvious objection, apparently”.

“May I ask you something, Mary?” Said Katie from the back sit.

Mary nodded.

“Who is the lad?” Having really no idea who they were talking about.

Mary swallowed first before answer looking Katie on the rearview mirror, “You’re joking, right?... I mean, He’s George Harrison’s son!!”

Leaning back Katie whispered an “Oh!” and that was all, Isabella smirked.

Mary Addison was a childhood friend for Isabella and Rory Scarfe, although the girls quite got along greatly since the first time they met. Their parents were mutual friends, and Jane was like a mother to Mary once Mrs. Addison passed away when she was fifteen. Then Isabella went to Austria to keep going with her photography degree and the girls haven’t seen each other as much as they wished. Mary knew quite well what was up with London night life and the places to go and met a lot of influential people around, the latest party she went with some friends she met this distinguish extremely handsome not to mention quite older than her man, his name was Giles Martin. There was some necking between them that night, nothing really important and before she left the party Giles invited her to come and see his friend, Dhani’s next gig at “Bengala”. She couldn’t feel more flattered with it and of course she said yes to the chance to see him again, even though seeing Giles again wasn’t a bad idea at all.

Take # 2

2007-04-26T01:46:24Z

They arrived to the club around eleven, once at the front door, Isabella grabbed Mary by the arm suspiciously, “It seems quite a VIP shit Mary… are we VIP???”

Mary mused then nodded “I’m with the bloody London socialite… of course we’re VIP”, said sarcastically and held Isabella's hand, “Now let’s go and show the media the happy shinning people Jane Asher’s daughters are!”

The place was replete, the show already had began and the girls were trying to get a clear spot to stand and enjoy the gig but all the tables were taken, so Katie suggested why not to get some drinks at the bar and that’s what they did. After almost demand three glasses of Chardonnay, they stood there doing their best to see what goes on at the stage but there were too much people to even try. So they better made a toast to the old times, then Mary saw someone come closer, someone expected and grinned once he joined them, “Where’ve you been, Giles?... we started to feel a bit uncomfortable among strangers!” Mary said and kissed his cheek.

“I just saw you come in from upstairs and practically ran to you, see… you’ve not been here that long” Said Giles in a charming voice before notice Katie’s presence. “Who’s the beauty?” He said and blushed so fast that he better made something up, “I mean… who’s with you, Mary, luv?”

Mary wasn’t sure what happened there but she was smart enough to see sparks in the air and not certainly between Giles and her, “This is my best friend, Isabella Scarfe… and her sister, Katie… gals, this is Mr. Giles Martin”

Isabella shook his hand, “Hello, I’m Isabella” Then mused a second about the whole 'Mary being jealous' situation and couldn’t help but laugh.

“What’s so funny?” Asked Giles intrigued, now standing beside Katie and giving his hellos smirking, “Then you must be Katie, right?”

“It’s so nice to meet you, Mr. Martin” said Katie in a proper way.

“My pleasure… my absolute pleasure!” Giles kissed her hand, solemnly, which pretty much made Katie give up to his charming.

Right there someone playing the fool swaying himself stepped close to them and met up with Mary, “So you’re coming or not Giles? Beth is a total mess, she’s so fucking drunk, as well as her tinny friend!” Said the bearded young man with a curious pitch which apparently was his own voice. The girls turned to look at him and the resemblance came to life, even if Isabella and her sister haven’t no idea who he was, they easily could think in a connection.

“Thought you matched so well with Miss Lohan, chum?” Asked Giles a bit surprised.

“Not that well, give those two 3 pints and we lose them, for sure… anyway If you’re gonna stay ´ere where are your fucking British manners?... Ladies I’m Sean Lennon”
After a proper introduction Sean started a friendly conversation with Mary, Giles and Katie. Isabella wasn’t ignored at all but she preferred to step back ask for another drink and mused about what was happening. Indeed it was kind of awkward that Mary took them to a Dhani Harrison’s gig, but which made things even stranger were the unforeseen presence of Sean Lennon there. One of the favorite Isabella’s hobbies was annoying her mother with Beatle related stuff, she loved to see her mother reaction when Paul McCartney and company topics showed up, but no matter what it was matter of fun; but right now she wasn’t feeling comfortable with those men around, why? Because she perfectly knows deep down her heart the harm McCartney inflicted Jane back then. Isabella wasn’t even a fan of The Beatles, something really weird in a British lass, but that’s the way she was, feeling always sympathy for her mother no matter what.

“Drinking alone?... That’s not good!” A voice from behind was about to be the prelude for the oddest part of the night.

Isabella turned around and almost fainted looking at this young man who pretty much came off of her head, “Harrison!!!” She said eyes wide open and her jaw almost dropped to the floor.

“Have we met before?” Rumor had it that for sure that was his last name.

Isabella felt herself a bit dizzy, how could it be?, “Excuse me?”

“Yes… you know me name, where did I met you before? Or are you just a fan?" And he gave her a wink.

She hurried to get back to consciousness and faked a grin, “It’s just that… you look so much to… Harri… George…”

Dhani wasn’t sure no more if it was a good idea has decided to come close to get to know better that astonish stranger, “Well, being him my father, probably I look alike…”

“Are you George Harrison’s son??”

“Yes, at least that’s what my driving license said, you know there’s a photo on it, and the lad quite looks good… and surprisingly looks like mey, wanna see?”

“Oh… bloody hell!” She frowned.

“What?... Is something wrong with that?”

“Not really, It was kind of creepy, since I was thinking of your father at this very moment… and you showed up all of a sudden…”

“Me dad?... You meet him?”

“Not really, but my mother and him were sort of close once”

“If you’re mother looks at least half beautiful as you look now… Well, I always thought me dad was a smart lad… so it’d be confirmed once more, huh?" He said in a flirting way, "... I mean how close they were?” Dhani threw away the chance to sound charming or at least fun.

“Never mind…”

“Oh come on sweetheart… I’m just trying to…”

“Sweetheart?... don’t sweetheart me, please”

Next, a blonde girl appeared and grabbed his arm before kisses his cheek and widely smiles at Isabella, “Is this prank bothering you, darling?” And then she hit the back of his head with a hand, which made him complains instantly, “Hello, I’m Lee Starkey… and you are?”

Isabella shook her hand politely, “Isabella Scarfe, nice to meet you” Said with a smile.

“Having fun, you two?... It’s your first time ´ere right? I’ve not seen you before!” Lee tried to start a relaxing talking.

“Actually Lee… we did try to have fun before you…” Dhani said before being interrupted by two tinny and pretty drunk girls.

“So, who’s the bird, D?” Said the redheaded one in a grotesque British accent, as trying to imitate some.

“Trying to fish crap while you get the golden price, Dhani?” Said the blonde one with hazel eyes who really looked upset.

“You don’t have to be rude, Beth!” Dhani said, obviously humiliated.

Lee stand behind Isabella and sipped from her glass of wine, “Yes Beth you don’t have to… but being you so bloody obstinate, why don’t you jump off a cliff, darling?”

Beth was about to say a word but her friend Lindsay cut her off, “He isn’t worth while, let’s go find Sean, come on!”

“Yes, just get lost!” Said Lee grimacing.

Isabella just witnessed the whole argument without saying a word, she felt alluded with Beth’s former comment but couldn’t even have the chance to strike back, It seemed like Lee really dislike those gals.

Beth just turned to Dhani and said quite calmly but firmly, “I need a word with you, you mind?”

“Now?” Said him annoyed.

“Yes… right now… it’s important, see!” She was way pretentious on that one.

“Leave him alone… or you haven’t noticed his busy ‘ere!” Quickly Lee put her hand on Isabella’s shoulder.

“Stop the bloody shit and just shut, Lee!!” Beth yelled out loud, “… you ‘re coming or not, Dhani?”

He just frowned and annoyed as he could be, took Beth’s hand and just left murmuring curses. Lindsay left behind them.

“Exactly what happen here?” Asked Isabella lost in confusion.

Lee sat close to her and ask for some water, “That Beth girl… really has some issues to be worry about!... Dhani’s ex girlfriend”

“Oh, but judging by the way he left, it seems to me he’s the one with the issues, perhaps!” Isabella smiled, once she begin to understand the whole scene was a jealousy one.

“They just broke up a couple of days before and He was quite into her, see… I guess it’s matter of her being a good shag or something” Said Lee lighting a cigarette, “I’ve heard those kind of things!”

Isabella grinned, “So, it’s not about her personality, huh?”.

“Personality?, She has none!” Answered Lee, smirking, “So, what about Dhani?”

“What about him?”

“Nice lad, huh?”

“I just ’ve met him… I can hardly say a word about him”

“What would it be, then?”

“Excuse me?”

“Yes, say a word about him”

“Well...” Isabella thought twice, “Even if I wasn’t polite enough… I guess he’s quite, I don’t know… cute”

“Cute?” Lee stared at her and mused for a second, “You must be bloody high, Isabella… Dhani is way hot!”

They kept talking for an hour or so, about Dhani the most. Lee then found out, Isabella was Jane Asher’s daughter and had nothing but flatters and good references for Jane. They got along so fast, and shared some more drinks. Of course, Lee told Isabella who her father was and laughed out loud at the fade’s turn making these both people to meet. Suddenly, Lee started to complain of a headache and the mood turned to be opposed, she then decided to go home and Isabella offered to take her, concerned about the unexpected change of the situation, Lee really looked in pain, so Isabella thought there’s no way she left the place alone, then phone Katie to let her know she was leaving but her sister didn’t answer her cell phone, so she just left a message and then called for a cab.

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