Michelle My Belle.

By xBeatlexFreakx

Rated T For Language

Disclaimer: Just for the first chapter i'll be serious. I do not in any way shape or form own the Beatles. If i did i probably wouldn't be sitting in my bedroom at 3 in the morning writing about them on fan fiction. I'd be doing something else;)

HERE WE GOOO.

October 18, 1964.

"Ma!" I screamed running into the complex, "Ma!"

"What Michelle?" Ma called from the kitchen. I booked it into the doorway.

"Ma! Oh my god- guess what?" I screamed. I saw my mother leaning over the post on the stove.

"What is it Michelle? You know i'm awfully busy!" Mother was annoyed by her tone. She pulled her eyebrows down to her hazel eyes.

"The Beatles are coming to town!" i shirked jumping in circles - my school dress flopping, "They are doing a concert at the University! Can i go-"

"You can't go Michelle." Mom said quietly. i stopped jumping - my mood changing in a flat second.

"But mom! It's Paul freaking McCartney! He's so cute! C'mon! Please!" I put on my best pouty face, "You'll be the best Ma Ever! pretty please?" Ma sat on one of the chairs by the table, after the squeaking of the bottom of the chair (Which nearly drove me deaf) decayed she sighted.

"Michelle, you know i know about all the Beatlemania. You know i do' I Just don't know if you should be at one of those concerts." Ma explained, though i didn't care.

"Ma! I'm 18 years old. Please!" I begged, "If you let me go, I'll marry Paul McCartney... and... and... we can support you! Do you want me to miss out on the convention.. this opportunity?"

"Michelle.."

"Ma!"

"Michelle... I'll let you go." Mom said after a sigh.

"OH MY GO-" Mom cut me off.

"Let me finish." She said, "If you get hurt because of those rapid fans, I'm not paying the hospital bills." Ma said. I ran over to her and hugged her.

"Thanks sooo much!" I squeezed her thin body. Then ran screaming. I grabbed the red dial phone from the counter and spun in Emilys number. (763)-555-7670. Someone picked up withen 3 rings.

"Hello?" It was her mums voice.

"Hullo, Shirley! may i talk to Emily please?" I asked trying to keep my excited voice down.

"Yes- hold on just a quick second. She's listing to the damned Beatles again." Mrs. Johnson said, "You know them right?"

"Yes, Mrs. Johnson... I do." I replied smiling, "They are awfully cute." I wasn't about to tell my best friends proper mother that Paul McCartney and George Harrison were awfully 'sexy'.

"Not all of them," Mrs Johnson joked, "Only that boy Richard and John." I giggled.

"Oh, no, Mrs. Johnson. Paul's awfully cute also." I smiled into the phone.

"Ah, a tad yes. I'll go get Emily for you.. Michelle." Mrs. Johnson said. There was a clunk singling she had sat the phone on the counter to go get Emily.

a Few moments later - Emily answered the phone.

"Hullo? This is, Emily." Emily's voice said from the other end of the line.

"EMILY! It's Michelle!" I called not being able to hold my excitement in any longer. "Ma said I could go!" We both yelled in excitement almost bursting each others ear drums.

"Oh My god! Can you believe me and you are gunna see the Beatles in person Tomorrow? That'll be like meeting the president!" Emily rushed out her words.

"I know! Ma said if i get hurt.." I proceeded to tell her ever detail of mine and ma's conversation.

All i could think about for the rest of the day.. were The Beatles.

October 19, 1964 10:36am

"Michelle, come on darling. Get up. remember you wanted to go to that Beatles concert today?" Ma yelled into my room. My eyes popped open at the words "Beatles concert." I smiled up at my Paul McCartney poster beside my door.

"Morning Paulie." I whispered. I smiled and threw my covers to the side. Covers... such a word.. more like grandma's quilt. I got up out of bed. I fluffed my pillows, straighten my sheets, threw the covers on, and straighten my quilt. My only chore- yet i hated it. Hate.. such a strong word. Strongly dislike- i should use that instead from now on.

I opened my wooden dresser. Ma's father had it made. he made it himself. It had four drawers. It had a sanded smoother top - which lay a Daily Life Magazine, A "Gone With The Wind" copy. I was soppost to read it.. It was really boring actually. I didn't like it AT ALL. It was written nearly 40 years ago. Would you read a book that was written forty years ago? I wouldn't believe you if you said yes.

I looked at my clothes in my drawers for a moment until i finally called, "Ma?"

"Yes Michelle?" Mom replied

"Is It warm outside?" I questioned.

"for the most part - yes. If your going to wear shorts, wear a sweater." Mom called. I rolled my eyes. Ma's making no sence. Why On earth would I need a sweater if i were going to wear shorts? Oh my gosh mother. I grabbed my white long sleeve sweater. it had the Beatles on it- all 4 of them. I also took out a pair of shorts. Although mother obsily didn't want me to wear them. hey, I'm 18. I do as i please.

I made my way to the bathroom to change my clothes and take a shower.

After my shower- I changed into my outfit.

"Michelle, Emilys here! Rush up now! or your going to miss the concert!" Mom's voice called.

"Okay Ma! Hold on just a second" I called. I brushed my teeth and strighted out my hair. I rushed out of the bathroom. The only thing running threw my head was , ' oh my gosh Paul McCartney is in my city!' i rushed on my flats , "Okay Ma! Will you tell Emily to come to my room for a second?"

"Sure honey, here she comes!" Ma Called a few moments later -Emily sprinted in my room.

"Oh my god. c'mon Michelle. We better not miss the Beatles and look-" she held out a pair of tickets, "Ma even got us front row seats! We can be late!"

"We won't be late!" I assured snatching my purse from my bed. I loaded it earlier with five dollars. Just the right amount to buy a coca-cola and a hotdog for both of us. "I'm ready anyways. Ma rushed my this morning And anyways.. i wouldn't miss the Beatles for anything!" Emily giggled.

"well, we still better hurry!" Emily smile. I nodded and followed her into the kitchen.

"Ma!" I called as i saw her sitting on the couch in the living room, "Emily and i are leaving now. We'll sure to be back by 6. If Not- were stalking the Beatles at their hotel." Ma Chuckled.

"Alright. guess I'll see you girls later then. Be Careful." Ma Said. I grinned.

"don't worry, We will." I smirked. and walked out of the door after i shouted goodbye. We began walking down hes treet - passing souls on bikes and on foot. Some were driving.. but only a few cars. They were so expensive these days.

"Do you think we'll meet a member of the Beatles? Maybe... Paul! Or Ringo!" Emily shouted excitedly clutching her hands together and looking up at the sky.

"Oh, Emily!" I exclaimed, "Please don't jinx it! Come on, I know were not going to meet them!" I threw my hands up in sorrow-frowning, "Theres 4 of them - 2 of us.. along with 20 thousand other girls!"

"Well them, Miss. Party Pooper." Emily said throwing her arm around my shoulder, "Don't get your hopes down!" I sighed and put a smile on my face.

"High Hopes, Right?" I smiled.

When we neared the staudim0 we did the box office stuff got our tickets punched and all that. We had tickets for the front row. And by Golly - they were super good seats. Right infrount of the stage. The only thing we had to worry about were John or George kicking us in the face.

"oh my god. I can't believe were here!" Emily shirked.

"Nither can I!" i shouted above the uproar of fans. We kind of just screamed - until they came out.

Paul came out first. wearing a black tux. he was smiling under that mop top black hair. His big brown eyes were shining. Had has his bass guitar in his hands right under his chest. With the strap around tight.

John Was next, He was wearing the same thing as Paul. A Black tux. He had his guitar on too. His hair was cropped just a tad shorter then Paul's.

Ringo and George came out at the same time. Ringo was carrying drumsticks, smiling so big and George was carrying his guitar facial expression the same as Ringos.

"Oh, MY GOSH!" I heard Emily scream.

"Hullo Er'body! How are ye all doing?" Paul called his English accent flashing across the crowd. Screams was all he got in return. "I'm guessing that's an OK. Don't you think John?" Paul pulled his perfect eyebrows up.

"Why, yes. I rather do think so Paul. What song do ye wanna sing?" John questioned. Paul grinned back at John.

"Why, I'm not quite sure. How about we ask this young lady in the frount?" Paul said. That's sent girls into a frenzy. Although - i was in shock. Paul McCartney - had just guested to me. I was in complete shock.

"Darling - you might want to close your mouth." Paul Laughed. Bless my stupidity. I pulled my hanging mouth closed. He was taking off his bass guitar strap. He took off it in less then a second and picked up and drug the microphone over, "Darling? What song shall we sing? " I searched my head for a song.. song.. song.. song.. song.. aklsdfjakls. WHAT SONG?

"Can't buy me love!" I said. i couldn't hear my own voice in the microphone. had it even came out?

"Excuse me, I couldn't hear ye." Paul smiled, "I think were gunna have to bring this Young bird on stage. What do ye think John?" Paul looked away from me and backat John.

"Why, i believe that's a pleasant idea." john grinned. My mouth was almost begging to be able to hang again.

"Well, may i please have one of you blokes over here?" Paul laughed.

"I will Paul!" Ringo called smiling from the drum kit.

"Alright then. Come 'ead. Ringo we haven't got all day." Paul joked as Ringo jogged to him. "Luv, we promise we'll be careful." Paul sat the microphone down. Ringo placed a hand on my waist- Paul copyed his action. They each grabbed one of my hands.

They pulled my onstage and Ringo jogged back to the drum set.

Paul picked up the microphone from the ground.

"So, whats yer name luv?" Paul questioned as my heart fluttered. He held the microphone to me as we walked to the middle of the stage.

"Michelle." I replied - and this time i heard my voice in the microphone.

"That's a beautiful name, luv." Paul said. my heart fluttered. As we rounded to the stage a person in a headphone cap and a sweater rushed onto the stage carrying a wooden stool. He sat it down as paul put on his bass guitar back on. The man guested for me to sit. I sat down on the stool and paul rushed to fix the microphone "So, love." Paul said after he was situated with his microphone, "What was that song you wanted us to sing?" I put my mouth to the microphone.

"Can't Buy me love." I spoke. I glanced down at Emily who was in shock and smiling wide.

"that's one of our newer ones!" Paul smiled. "We'll how about we give it a go?" John gave me a long smile

"One Two three fo!" John shouted and they began playing.

"Can't buy me looovvee, Love. Can't buy me love. I'll buy you a dimand ring my friend if it makes you feel alright.." The boys sand. Paul was looking at me. I was trying to get my blushing down, but my cheeks felt hot p singling they looked like a ripe tomato. "No no no NOOO Say you don't need no dimand rings and i'll be satisified. Tell me that you want the kind of things.. that money just can't buy... money can't buy me love.. OWWW!" john screamed the last part and Paul was smiling at me the whole time George did his solo. "I don't care too much for money. Money can't buy me love. Can't buy me loove, Love, can't buy me love... love... ow..." When the song was over he smiled. He smiled even wider when i smiled. Paul and I stared at eachother for a moment, the screaming crowned downed out - and it felt as if we were the only two people there. Paul smiled and turned around to the crowd after a moment.

"GIVE IT UP FOR MICHELLE!" He Shouted into the microphone. He smiled and threw his arms around me and hugged me -surprising me. I hugged his back.

"Miss. Michelle. Meet me behind the Praza hotel. After the concert - i'd like to see you again." Paul said just loud enough so i could hear into my ear.

"I will." I promised. He smile and let go. Paul called ringo to help me get down. When i did emily smilied soo big.

"HOLEY SHITE!" She screamed.

The Beatles sang a melody of songs. Including There's a Place, HippyHippy Shake, and Twist and was rather and extraordinary experience. But what would be more extraordinary? You see, that shall be behind the Plaza hotel. Where i will be meeting Paul McCartney after the concert. Which i am excited. i rather hope he is too.

DUN DUN DUNNNNN

Ahaha. Hope you liked. This isn't my first story - it's one of the ones sitting around in a notebook that nobody's ever read so i thought i'd post it on here for you to enjoy:) Hope you like give me a few days and i'll post the next chapter.. i think it's shorter. haha. :)

Luv, Sabrina (xBeatlexFreakx)

Ps. Paul isn't my favorite beatle - JOHN IS! ;)