Hello everyone thanks for reading!

The OCs in this story are based off of;

Grace - Celestearts

Lola - Shortyblackwell

Maria - NatashaPavlova

And Wendy is kind of based off me. If you want to have a cameo PM me!

Also I am evolved in a writing group called The Paperback Writers! some of our stories are posted on Celestearts profile so go check it out!

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Wendy's POV

I walked with my three best friends, Maria, Grace and Lola to our seats. Waiting to see our favorite band The Beatles! For the first time.

"This is awesome! Just think if we could get our band organized!" I said sitting down.

"Yeah, I know right!" Lola said sitting next to me.

"Guys, it's not gonna happen." Grace sat down next to Lola and Maria sat down on my other side.

"What, the band or the plan?" We all shushed Lola.

"Well, both actually. And about the plan, I think you two are morons and you will most likely get arrested!"

"Come on Grace! Don't be such a downer! Anyway we're all in this together it was already agreed!" Lola said elbowing Grace then Maria and I broke out in a chorus of "all together now". We all laughed and waited rather impatiently for the concert to start. I felt really nervous about the plan, it was actually Lola's plan but we all agreed to do it. I noticed Maria was pretty quiet too but Lola was grinning and looked like she was having a great time. Then my thoughts were interrupted by thousands of screams and clapping as the Beatles ran on stage. I smiled and clapped loudly feeling like I should be shouting or something but I didn't. I laughed when I saw Grace pulling some ear plugs out of her pocket. I turned back to look at my favorite Beatle, Paul. I smiled at him and then it seemed like he looked right at me and he smiled. I felt elated and it seemed like he stared at me for a whole five minutes when John said something and he turned away.

Maria's POV

I watched as the Beatles ran on stage, my eyes glued to George Harrison, my favorite Beatle. I smiled as they took their places and I realized Paul was staring at something. I tried to follow his gaze but it was practically impossible. Then John said something and he turned away he said something back and they looked out in the same direction. George walked over, his eyebrows raised. They said something and then he looked at me! George Harrison looked at me! He knows I exist! I felt like screaming something but nothing came to mind and I'm not a very loud person anyway.

"He's looking at me!" Wendy mumbled excitedly, well it sounded mumbled because of the loud screaming all around us.

"What?" I looked at her.

"Paul! He's looking at me!"

"What?!" The four of us looked at the Beatles and they seemed to be staring at us.

"Wow! So you think we still couldn't go backstage now?!" Lola turned to Grace, who just continued to stare at the Beatles.

The concert was great and the four Beatles continued to look at us occasionally throughout the night. When the concert was almost over I was elbowed by Wendy.

"Come on it's time!"

Lola's POV

First we went to the bathrooms where I changed into a guards uniform.

"Where'd you get that?" Grace cocked an eyebrow.

"That doesn't matter! Come on!" We left the bathroom and Grace went to get into the car that would be driving them away, she's the best driver of all of us and the oldest. Wendy and Maria hid behind the corner as I walked up to the guy guarding the stage exit.

"Hey they want your help out front. I'm gonna guard this door now."

"Why?" The big man said, sounding suspicious.

"They need more big guys to hold back the crowds."

"Wouldn't they want a "big guy" guarding this door? Not some short little girl?" He retorted.

I raised my voice. "Argh! That's exactly what they told me when I went to guard out front!" Then I got even more fierce. "Because apparently I'm to short and small to do anything! I feel like shooting something!" I kicked the wall for effect.

"O-o-ok, I-I'll be g-going t-then." I tried to hold in my laughter as he started to sweat and almost ran away. When I was sure he was gone I called the other girls over.

"I was just thinking, you two might should go ahead and get in the car just in case." I said, remembering that they didn't have any uniforms or anything.

"Are you sure?" Maria looked slightly pale.

"Yeah, you don't want to get left behind."

"She's right. Come on Maria."

Wendy and Maria left, I stood next to the door waiting and hoping the big guard dude didn't get wise. Then the Beatles busted out the door they all walked past me but Ringo paused for a minute.

"Come on follow me." I said walking down the hall. 'I knew I should have worn a mustache!' I thought when Ringo wouldn't stop looking at me curiously. After what felt like ages we all climbed into the car, they looked confused when I climbed in too.

"Ok Grace! Drive! Drive!"

Grace turned the car away from the direction it was supposed to go so they could avoid all the crowds and floored it.

"What's going on?!" George shouted.

We were all quiet.

"Hey! You're those girls!" Paul pointed at Wendy.

I could tell everyone was scared and worried. "Ok everyone, calm down. Nobody is going to get hurt, everything is ok, we're just taking a little vacation." I said trying to reassure everyone.

"What?!" John shouted.

"No! It's not like that! You see one day we were talking and Maria said "man I bet they're tired of all that touring and stuff." And I was like. "Yeah." And then Lola said. "I sure would like to meet the Beatles and I was like. "Yeah!" And then she got the idea to go on vacation but bring you along." Wendy stammered, Grace rolled her eyes.

"Excuse me, but how can you keep your eyes on the road if they're rolling around in their sockets?" I came to Wendy's defense.

The boys looked very confused.

"So where are you taking us?" Paul said at last.

"The beach!" Maria tried to smile.

"How long do you think you can hold us?!" John pointed at me.

"We told you we aren't kidnapping you we're going on vacation!"

"We'll even let you call your manager if you promise to stay for the whole two weeks and not press charges." Wendy gazed into Paul's brown eyes and for a moment he seemed to be lost in her sparkling blue ones. He finally spoke.

"Come on mates that seems fair, it was a good intention. And John, weren't you just saying we needed a holiday?" He flashed a smile at Wendy, the boys gaped at Paul.

"So it's a deal then?" I looked at the boys ending on Ringo and I smiled at him, he smiled back nervously.

"It's a deal." Paul shook my hand.