Hi! I hope you don't bother but I decided to update my story (it was already complete), I'm changing it because I found myself reading it and noticed there were things I did not like, so … what do you think? Should I do this? now that I have more time in my life I thought it'll be fun to re-write it.

A twist of the famous tale and movie. I don't really think I based this on their own persona, but on the characters they (sort of) played on a "Hard Day's Night"

(ONLY THE INTERVIEW IS WRITTEN IN THIS STYLE)

March 1963. RADIO STATION

Disk jockey

….. Everyone knows who you are, you're The Beatles

John

Are we?

Disk jockey

Let's start with the interview, shall we? The girls are just crazy for you-

John

Nah, they're simply crazy

Disk jockey

Fine, John now that you're chatty one, let's see the fans are wondering if you have a sweetheart, we didn't see much of you this last Valentine's.

John

I'm sorry I stood you up

Paul

The truth is that no one can stand him for more than a day, he's cruel.

John

I'm not talking to you anymore, Paul

Disk jockey

Is it, John? Are you a coldhearted beast?

John

I can be cruel, if I want to.

George

Well you want it all the time-

John

To be honest, the thing is I'm a werewolf, you must've thought Paul was the real werewolf since he's that hairy, but no! It was me all along.

Disk jockey

Well, I suppose that in the future you'll meet a girl who can break that spell of yours, now let's talk about the album you are working on…

Manchester

"Dear, please promise me that you will call every night, I won't be able to sleep knowing you're in London by yourself," her mother begged.

"I already said I will." Michelle answered, she knew her mother wasn't happy about the adventure that awaited her, she had written an article two months ago, about some phrases and words Shakespeare invented and that not a lot of people knew about. She was a smart girl, and she really enjoyed being one. When she received an invitation to write a book about the activities of certain famous persons in the U.K, she didn't hesitate to quit her meaningless job, and take that opportunity.

Her mum continued "I'm just worry that this could be a scam, you can't trust it, God! if your father..." she stopped when she saw her exited daughter "Are you sure you want to do this, aren't you afraid?"

"Of what? Of the most important job I will ever get? Of course I'm not!" She hugged her mother. Someone knocked at the door and interrupted that hug

Mrs. Walsh opened the door; a young blond man kissed her hand

"Is your daughter here?"

"Just in time Gordon, let me go and fetch some sandwiches I prepared for both of you."

"Both of us?" Michelle asked worryingly, Gordon was man she had dated long ago, they knew each other since they were childhood friends, her mother had always wished they would marry someday.

"He's visiting some friends, when he told me I went and canceled you bus tickets, it'll be better if you go together."

"Mum, I think I can manage it by my own, don't you think? And if you're so worried maybe you should come with me."

"Darling, you how much I dislike traveling,"

"Don't worry Mrs. Walsh, Michelle thinks I'll be snooping in whatever her affairs are. I'm just accompanying you, that'll calm you mother, don't you want that?" he said it with a condescending air in his tone.

Michelle took her two suitcases and angrily she told him to take the sandwiches. She had given up.

They arrived in London, and as Michelle had hoped the change of scenery was all she ever dreamed of, it was a different and exiting city, she was amazed, but Gordon wasn't "I don't know why you want to live here, there is nothing new, and it's just like Manchester; besides you don't know anyone here"

"I don't care, I was alone there too" she said breathing the fresh air of that cold day.

"There's the building, let's see what this man wants of you" he said angrily. They entered, but a security guard stopped them

"Are you lost?" he asked

"No, big man, she has an appointment, her name is Michelle Walsh"

She hated when someone spoke for her.

"Okay, the office is on the second floor" they followed him, everything was really quiet. The man knocked the door, and he opened it for them.

"Come in" the man said, he seemed nice, that had to calm her mother." I'm Shake, I don't usually do this kind of meetings, but I had no choice, Norm was sick, I told him that I was busy but yesterday his fever went up..." the man was nervous, he explained every single detail of that Norm guy illness, details they didn't want to know, "that's why I'm here, you must be Michel" he said to Gordon, extending his hand.

"I am MICHELLE" and she offered her hand.

"But, you're a girl" Shake said, he noticed her angry expression "I'm sorry, sit down please, let me explain you about the project,"

She sat on the chair, but Gordon didn't, he seemed like he wasn't really comfortable with him, after he confused his name

"We read that article of yours, we loved it, all those photographs of the places really suited the story, and the way you described Shakespeare… anyway we want you to write a small book about them, you must be wondering why we didn't tell you about who they are, but we needed to keep it as a secret, a surprise if you want to call it like that. In fact no one will know until the book is ready, so please I ask discretion" that last part was clearly directed to Gordon.

With a wide smile, and sitting straight she said "I know, royalty must have privacy, I have a question, Will it be all about the queen or also about her son and-"

"The Queen?" Shake started to laugh, "Sorry to disappoint you sweetie, it won't be about her, it's about The Beatles"

"As in the band? Or the insects?" She tried to make a joke, so Gordon wouldn't notice her disappointment.

"The Deal is: You'll have to stay for at least a month or a little more if required, do what you did to write your article; you will be staying in an apartment, paid by us and about the money...let's say you'll end up being rich and famous"

Gordon was not convinced "And Santa is real, c'mon Michelle, you don't believe this jerk, do you?" He said while touching her dark auburn hair, he didn't like the idea of leaving her for a month in the company of only men. Takes one to know one?

"Well, maybe the fame I can't guarantee" Shake said

She was in fact disappointed "I'll be writing about a bubblegum band" she thought; but as always she wasn't going to agree with Gordon "I accept the deal, I'll write you a book."

"Fantastic, you need to sign this, there you'll find what we really want in that book, for example, a normal day, how they create their music, what happens in the studio; think you can do the job?" He said and he blinked an eye.

Gordon was mad "She's a woman, are you sure you want-"

"Of course I can, thank you sir"

"A car is waiting outside, the driver will take you to the building you'll be staying, the same where they live. You may not be writing about our royal family, but we'll treat you like a Beatle." Shake said, expecting happy screams, but she only said:

"Do I have to know their songs? Because it's not really my type of music"

Just as he told her, the car was outside, a black Mercury town sedan; she put her suitcases in the back, ready for her first adventure.

"Well, thank you Gordon, tell my mom I'm in good company." She said goodbye.

He stopped her, "Write me, please. I have to know if they are being nice to you."

"Sure, if I have the time that is"

Once inside the car she began to really analyse the situation, how this book could transform her into a successful author? Writing about a band, isn't that the job of teen magazines? But she was in London, she had to be positive, things were finally changing.

"We have arrived Miss" the driver informed, he helped her with the suitcases; it was a luxurious place, at least compared with what she was used to. A big reception, white walls and a big chandelier in a 6 floor building. They were living the life.

"Miss could you tell me your name please?" the receptionist asked

"Michelle Walsh"

"Oh! You're that Miss Walsh," she didn't explain how she knew her, she continued. "Number 2-18, second floor, here's the key. Mr. Norm told me to give you this note. "

"Thank you. Did he tell you about the book?"

"Something like that. Good luck Miss Walsh." She said, finishing the conversation because she had to receive some other guests.

She opened the note and said: Your presence is requested tomorrow at 11 am, floor number 6, second door to the left.

She walked through the alley, looking for the 2-18 carrying her heavy luggage...2-14, 2-16 and finally her 2-18, she opened the door, it wasn't as big as she pictured it, after all she was imaging a room in the castle; three rooms, a small living room next to the small kitchen, and everything was as white as the lobby. She closed the door and went straight into her new bedroom, a big fancy bed with a big window next to it, she opened it, expecting to have a wonderful view, and sadly the view was the backside of another building. It was time to take a look at the bathroom; it was small but immaculate. She really needed to rest, after spending the morning with Gordon and his "intelligence" she was tired; "I'll unpack tomorrow" she said, and let herself fall on the bed. Before she could fall asleep she remembered, she had to call her mother "Mom? I'm good, don't worry. I'll miss you too, I will. I promise. No, it won't be about the Queen, I promise to call you, have to go, goodbye".

Early in the morning she finished unpacking, she made herself a cup of coffee, she decided to go for a walk first, before meeting the boys. Taking her Pentax camera with her, she went out of her room, thinking that maybe if she send her mother pictures of the building she'll know she wasn't at least staying somewhere near the East End.

Before she went outside the receptionist she had met yesterday stopped her, she approached to her desk.

"Good Morning Miss, have you met them?" she asked enthusiastically.

"No I haven't, I am to see them until 11. I'm Michelle, you can call me that." She said in a friendly way. She was a very solitaire girl, but she had to admit that having someone to talk to so far from home, could be a nice idea.

"I'm Deena, I'm asking because I wanted to see what you think of them."

She was the first person to talk to her in that place since she arrived, all the other persons living or staying there had completely ignored her. Deena was a friendly young woman, unlike any of the other people working there, who probably were three times her age.

"What do you think about them?" Michelle asked.

"I like them, there's just craziness surrounding them, like the other day I saw this woman sitting on the sofa over there," she pointed, "she was checking her hair and make-up on her mirror," she imitated her, pinching her cheeks on her smooth dark skin, as the other girl had done. "When suddenly a man, came out of the elevator and she lunged to him, in tears! I had to call security, she had confused a guest with a Beatle."

In astonishment she asked, "She was a fan? I mean I sure love Clark Gable, I don't know what I would do." she joked.

"I hope you wouldn't cry in front of him" Deena laughed. "He wouldn't give damn."

"I see what you did there," she smiled, "They're really popular, are they as conceited as they are popular?"

"I wouldn't know, I don't think so. My girlfriend hated them immensely, and once I said that to George, he asked me in which school she works, they know she's a teacher; the next day they prepared a presentation in the school and they gave the money to it, for school material and stuff."

"That's very nice of them." She felt relief to know they were at least decent human beings, no trashy rockstars.

"Yes, but then again the craziness I told you about, that's why I ask, I mean you're going to be with them 24/7, I hope you get along with them."

Get along with them! She hadn't thought about it, she of course knew she had to spend a long time writing about them and seeing them, but what if they hated her (that didn't matter) and it affected her work… the book!

"I hope so too" she admitted, and thanked Deena.

She went outside, she took a picture of the exterior of the building. She saw there was a man with big framed glasses was sitting reading a newspaper, she decided to ask him to take a picture of her in front of the entrance door. "Good Morning, may I-"

The man looked at her camera; he rolled his eyes, and didn't let her finish.

"God, what do ye want woman, I can't okay?" He, for some reason, snapped "I won't take a picture with ye, just clear the fuck off, I do not belong to you, or to your crazy friends, so stop stalking me"

"I just wanted-"

"Shit, fine!" And with the pen he was holding, he autographed her arm "Now leave me alone, and go and play with your dolls, kid"

"What is wrong with you? Get yourself a manners lesson for the next time you're planning on talking to someone" she told him, she decided that the incident won't ruin her happy day, she walked to a park near the area, but she was still angry to take good pictures, so she just sat there, trying to relax.

When she returned to the building, it was time for her meeting, she looked for her notebook, took a pen. Looking at herself in mirror she said "Your life won't be the same, finally things will make sense." She took a look at the clock "eleven ten! I must go"

She took the elevator, the doors opened, it seemed like a horror movie, all white and two red doors, one of them had doodles over it, and a sign that said BEWARE OF THE BEATLES, she knew instantly which room. Those seemed to be really big apartments , half of the floor at least, she knocked, and there was no answer. "It's too late" she said to herself, so she sat on the floor waiting for them.

Then the door opened "We've been waiting for you" The man said "I'm the one who sent you the letter, I'm glad you accepted the invitation" she smiled "Come in, make yourself at home"

"Thank you" she said timidly, she entered and sat in the living room, the flat was big, she noticed; it had 4 different bedrooms, another room, a kitchen and a bathroom. The living room had four green sofas, and a tea table. Probably they had a maid, because it seemed imposible that 4 man living there could have a place such as neat as that one.

"Excuse me, I'm going to tell the boys you're here; they are on the roof"

"The roof?" she asked

"Yes, that's where they get some fresh air" he explained "As I said, make yourself at home" and he went out. She stayed there, sitting, waiting, and feeling curious about the place; she stood up and she decided to take a look around. She went to the kitchen, it was big and quite empty. "They must have the money to eat at restaurants" she thought. She walked down the small hall, where the bedrooms were, another room with no door caught her attention, she entered, there was no furniture but a small desk, only magazines and some books on the floor were the decoration; she wandered around. She started to take a look at the books "They have good taste" she said, she was about to leave the room when a guitar overtook her attention, someone had broken it, that concerned her. She turned back, and a man was standing in the hall, she recognized him.

"YOU!" they shouted in unison; then the door opened, Norm and three Beatles entered.

"Call the Police Norm, I've got my stalker here"

"What are you saying Lennon, she's not a stalker, she's the writer" Norm explained

"You're wrong, this is the crazy fan I told you about, remember? The one that pissed me off and that I had to give my autograph to," he declared. Crossing his arms he stared at her.

"Autograph!" exclaimed Michelle, in an offended tone "You were the one who made doodles all over my arm!" she was mad at him.

"Well, you're really lucky I was in a good mood and I decided to give you my autograph"

"Why in the world would I want it?! I had no idea you were a Beatle" replied, in a louder tone.

"Yeah right, well you won't work with us, so get the fuck out" He said approaching daunting to her, trying to intimidate her. It functioned, she stepped back a little.

"Control your temper Lennon; don't worry Miss, we are thinking on kicking him out of the band; Nice to meet you, I'm Paul" he said extending his hand "He's Ringo, and the one with the big ears is George"

"And the one with the big head is John Lennon, I suppose" she said, provokingly

He looked madly at her "You're fired, smarty pants"

"Of course she's not" Norm declared "Now, why don't we all sit down and talk about-"

"I don't want her, Norm, period. She doesn't seem professional, how old are you? 12? I bet she can't even write"

Michelle loved to argue about her skills, she did it all the time with people back home "And you can't sing, but you're in a band, aren't you?" she said.

After that Lennon looked at Norm, very frustrated.

"John! Outside NOW!" Norm exclaimed, and they went outside, Norm closed the door.

"Stop it, go and apologize to her" He said, cracking his fingers as he always did when in stressful situations, and those never seemed to lack when you work with John Lennon.

"Are you nuts? Of course I won't, that little girl is a fake, and can't you see? IF she's a professional why did she act rude and sassy" he answered with a hostile face.

"Give her a chance, she's the one who wrote that article YOU told US about, stop with that attitude and treat her with respect."

John was furious, he hated to follow instructions, but this time he knew he had to give up "But she's being really...difficult, I can't stand people like that"

"NO, you CAN'T stand people arguing with you. Please act like a gentleman and apologize" Norm was pleading

Biting his lower lip, and really irritated he replied "Fine!" He opened the door, then he slammed it, staring at Michelle, with an evil look, he passed them by and went straight into his room.

"You have to excuse him, he's really stubborn" Norm said "Ringo go and talk to him, will you?"

"I can't, our writer really wants to know me more since I'm the main character" Ringo said, making her nervous.

"She's not writing Rumplestilskin, Rings" George said "Although Ringostilskin is not a bad title!"

"Send Paul, he's the only one who hasn't been punch by him" Ringo said.

"Maybe I should apologize" Michelle said, expecting someone to stop her, and Paul did.

"Don't worry luv, I'll go, you really don't want to speak to an angry Lennon" Paul stood up, and walked toward John's room

And George joked "Go and kiss the princess, Paulie"

As he knocked at the door he noticed John's guitar was broken, he shook his head in disapproval, and he knocked again.