CHAPTER TWO

 

 

They all were so giddy to have me with them.  Maybe it was the thrill to have someone from the outside world with them, especially a girl.

 

“Come’ead”, Ringo told me grabbing my arm.

 

When I entered their hotel room it was like a dream come true.  It had a spacious living room and dining room area, at the end of the room there was a balcony with a love seat.  The room also had a small kitchen with stove, a refrigerator, and dishwashing sink, to the left was a hallway to the bedrooms.  Everything was ivory colored with a few black details.

 

“So where’s your luggage, luv?”, Ringo asked.

 

“Um, I suppose it’s coming later.”, I said trying to hide my nervousness, “You know have to move quickly through the fans.”

 

“Why come over in the laundry bin?”, John asked sitting down on an armchair, putting his feet on the coffee table.

 

“Security.”, I answered, “I wanted to be inconspicuous.”

 

“Ooo, big word.”, John smiled, “You’re a smart bird.”

 

I just stared at the guys.  It was incredible to have the opportunity to see them so young and full of life. John, was so handsome and full of personality, and had the most intense light brown eyes.  Pictures didn’t do him any justice.  Paul was a bit aloof, and even more handsome in person than in photographs, if that’s possible.  George looked good too, he had a mixture of  “boy next door” and mystery  quality to him.  Ringo had a million watt smile, was a marvelous host  and those blue eyes…mmm…dreamy. 

 

“Follow me to your room.”, Neil said signaling to the hallway.

 

My own room! This is too much.

 

“Hope you like it.”, Neil said opening the door.

 

“I believe I will.”, I said entering the room.

 

Now this is what I call a hotel room.  A queen bed, my own bathroom,  two armchairs and a…what? A typewriter!  Well, at least it was electric.  The 60’s, no PC’s, no internet, no microwaves, no coffee machines, no cable!

 

Well, I knew it was the 60’s, but what year exactly? And I needed to change. The only clothes I had were what I had on.

 

 

“Neil?”, I said poking my head through the bedroom door.

 

“Yes?”

 

“Could you bring me today’s newspaper?”

 

“Sure.”

 

When he came over to my door, I signaled him to enter.

 

“Neil, I would really like to take a shower. I smell like dirty towels.  But I only have what I have on.”

 

“Let me check if you can wear the guys’ clothes.”, he said looking me over,” I think George’s clothes would fit you, he’s the thinnest.”

 

“Thanks.”

 

When he stepped out, I sat on the bed and looked at the newspaper.  August 1965!  That means it’s the Beatles second American tour.  This is going to be fun and interesting.  I was born in 1968, when they were in the midst of their breakup.  So I never had the Beatle experience firsthand.

 

“Here you go.”, Neil said handing me a white dress shirt and a pair of jeans.

 

“Thanks Neil, really appreciate it.”

 

As soon as he closed the door behind him I headed for the shower.  The bathroom was beautiful!  All black and white tiling, a bathtub, everything so clean!  The warm water felt so good on my body.

 

I headed to the living room with the guys when I finished taking the shower.  They all started whistling when they saw me.

 

“She looks better with your clothes on, Georgie.”, John smirked.

 

“I will never wash those clothes again!”, George said imitating a Beatle fan.

 

“Oh guys stop it!”, I said rolling my eyes.

 

“We were waiting for you to order dinner.”, George said, “What do you want?”

 

“I dunno”, I said looking at the room service menu, “ A club sandwich and a Coke would be nice.”

 

George wrote that on a piece of paper and went to the phone to make the order.

 

“So how are you going to interview the boys?”.Brian asked, “What do you have planned?”

 

A plan?  I had to think of something quick.

 

“How about interviewing the guys one on one instead of as a group?”

 

“That sounds nice.”, Brian said softly, “ In what order?”

 

This guy asks too many questions.

 

“I’ll tell you tomorrow.”, Alice said, “ I am really tired.”

 

“Okay.”

 

Dinner came and we were all watching the news which was showing footage of the Beatles’ arrival to New York.  Suddenly my reporter instinct kicked in.

 

“Is fame what you thought it would be?”, I asked.

 

“Of course!”, Ringo answered.

 

“No it’s not.”, John answered, he was in the sofa in front of me, “You spend so much time trying to be famous, and when you get there, you wish nobody knew you.  It’s daft.”

 

“Daft?”

 

“Crazy, you know?”, John said. 

 

“So how do you handle it?”

 

“I dunno.”, he sighed.

 

I knew this was John’s “Fat Elvis Period”.  He felt empty and depressed.  He found out that fame and money didn’t bring happiness.

 

“Maybe you could help me handle it?”, he asked looking at me with a flirty smile.

 

“Look John, don’t think because you’re a Beatle you can flirt with me and get your paws all over me!”, I said firmly,” I am not one of your “birds”.

 

When  I said birds, I made quotation marks with my fingers.

 

“Well don’t worry ‘cause I don’t care for “reporters” anyway.”, John said making the same quotation marks with his fingers when he said reporters. After that he stood up, went to the balcony to smoke a cigarette.

 

The room kept quiet for a while.

 

“Looks like a love is in the air.”, Ringo mumbled.

 

George almost spit his Coke when he laughed at Ringo’s comment.

 

“You want a Coke?”, Paul asked sitting down next to me.

 

“Yes, thank you.”

 

“Don’t worry about him,  he has those fits once in a while.”, Paul told me scooting closer to me.

 

“Well, let him blow off some steam.”, I answered turning my head to face  Paul.

 

He was so close to me.  Looking at me with those beautiful, big hazel eyes. And those kissable lips.   That could only spell one thing…TROUBLE!!!!

 

“You know, I’ll go to sleep.”, I said standing up, “It’s being an exhausting day.”

 

“G’night luv.”, Ringo said.

 

“Good night guys.”