Soon after the wild pillow fight, all three of us were asleep. But the sleep didn't last long, because in what seemed like only an hour or two, the alarm clock went off. I sleepily flipped my hand up to the clock and pushed the button to stop it from ringing, but it did no good at first. I punched the clock, and it fell onto the floor. That stopped it. I groaned and sat up in bed. I picked the clock up off the ground and read the time. Four in the morning. Great. If the modeling agents wanted you to look good, then why did they have to get you up so early? I must look like a frikin zombie...
I got out of bed and plodded over to Gwen's bed. I nudged her. She was asleep, and so was Pattie. It seemed that I was the only one that was affected by the alarm clock. I nudged Gwen again, and she rolled over and groaned. "Gwen," I said. "Time to get up."
Gwen moaned and opened her eyes a fraction. "What time is it..." she muttered.
"Four in the morning," I said.
"God..." mumbled Gwen. "Too early..."
"Well, we kinda have to," I said more sharply, pulling the covers off her. Gwen growled and tried to pull the covers up again, but I threw them off the bed. "Why am I the only one that can get you two up in the morning?" I asked.
"Because," said Gwen, slowly standing up, "you're the lighter sleeper. Pattie and I could sleep through a mile-long freight train filled with bad trumpet players."
I nodded. "True," I said. "Wake Pattie up?"
"Why not," said Gwen. When I finally got to get a proper look at Gwen, I tried not to laugh. Her hair looked worse than it did coming out of the rubbish heap! Ah well, I guess that's the price to pay for having long hair. The two of us went over to Pattie's bed and sat at either side.
"What do you think we should do?" I asked.
"Watch this," said Gwen with an evil grin. "This usually works on me, but I just want to see what our Patricia does." She leaned very close to Pattie's ear and whispered, "Pattie, wake up! George Harrison is right in front of your bed and he wants to talk to you!"
Pattie immediately sat up with a small squeal and her large eyes opened wide. "Where?" she said groggily.
"Ha!" shouted Gwen. "See, that proves it! Wasn't I right Eileen?"
"Right about what?" asked Pattie, still looking around for George.
"Right that you do fancy George a bit!" said Gwen with a triumphant look on her face.
"Aw, come on Gwen," I said. "Knock it off."
"But I was right!" said Gwen.
"No you weren't!" shouted Pattie defensively, but the color of her now scarlet face told different. "I was just staring at that poster to make sure there was no trash on it! It certainly smelledlike it." She looked at me for backup.
"Um, I think that we should just drop the subject," I said.
"God!" said Gwen. "Eileen, you're no fun! Always the peacemaker..." The argument of Pattie vs Gwen went on in a few short bursts on the way back to the studio, but somehow I managed to shut them up each time. It was amazing how they were able to live together. They were so different! Gwen was so outgoing and crazy, but Pattie was quiet and shy. I guess opposites really do attract.
"You're being daft Gwen!" said Pattie back in the makeup booth.
"I think you're being daft," said Gwen. "You're not recognizing the love! Bloody hell, when Eileen saw a picture of Paul for the first time, she fell head over heels!"
"I think you're both being daft!" I said, annoyed. "Why don't you drop it!"
"I think we should," said Pattie finally. Gwen silently agreed, but it was reluctant.
"Thank you," I said, exasperated. Today was supposed to be a normal day: wake up early, photo shoot, go home, and eat. Nothing special. I was ready early for some reason. I was usually the one that took the longest (except for yesterday when Gwen had to shower because of her treasure hunt in the trash). Because I was last, I went wondering around the studio for a while. I had my normally very straight hair curled and my fringe poofed up, I wore an unnaturally short, but plain white dress, and heavy purple eyeshdow with even heavier black kohl eyeliner. I was supposed to look attractive. I guess I did, because I got catcalls from random guys in the studio. As I was walking, I heard a voice call me.
"Hello miss," said a man. He sounded American, but there was also a hint of a British accent. He probably lived here for a while, I thought. He was tall, and he had brown hair and happy-looking eyes.
"Hello," I said back, trying to be polite.
"I want to know if you know a Miss Eileen Carter," said the man.
"Yes sir," I said. "I'm Eileen Carter.
The man smiled. "Oh, good!" he said, obviously very happy to see me. "My name is Dick Lester. I direct movies."
Dick Lester? Not theDick Lester? "I'm very pleased to meet you Mr. Lester!" I said, excited. "I'm a big fan of your movies!"
"I'm glad to know that!" said Dick Lester. "And you can call me Dick, Miss. Eileen."
"Okay Dick," I said. "What were you looking for me for?"
"I wanted to know if you wanted to be in one of my movies," said Dick. I brightened up. Be in one of Dick Lester's movies? I'd die to! "Not a huge part," he continued.
"What kind of movie is it?" I asked, barely able to contain myself.
"I'm sure you know The Beatles?" asked Dick.
"Oh, yes I do!" I said. "My friends and I are huge fans!"
Dick nodded. "Well, Eileen, I'm directing a Beatles movie. It's just basically a day in the life of the boys, and, obviously, in a day in the life of The Beatles, there are screaming girls. We're doing a train scene, and we're hiring models to play schoolgirl fans on the train. You're one of the models we're interested in to take up one of the roles. Will you accept?"
"Will I meet The Beatles?" I asked.
Dick nodded.
"Then yes!" I shouted.
Dick laughed. "Good," he said. "I have another question. There are two other girls I'm looking for at this agency. Do you know a Miss Gwen Stanley and a Miss Pattie Boyd?"
I jumped up and down like a maniac. "Yes!" I yelled, excited. "They're my best friends!"
"Can you bring them to me?" asked Dick.
"Yes sir!" I shouted. I bounded off to the makeup booth to Gwen and Pattie.
"What are you so excited about?" asked Pattie.
"You'll see!" I said, grabbing her and Gwen by the arm and dragging them along with me.
"Did you see Paul McCartney or something?" asked Gwen laughing.
"No, but I might!" I said.
"What's that supposed to mean?" asked Pattie. "You're being so cryptic Eileen!" Dick was in the same place he was in when I left to find my friends.
"Dick, these are Gwen Stanley and Pattie Boyd," I said to him.
"It's nice to meet you ladies," said Dick, shaking their hands.
"I better like what's coming up," said Gwen.
"Oh, you will," I said, almost breaking under pressure.
"Well, what is it?" asked Pattie, who was obviously in great suspense.
"I'm having you three ladies cast in the new Beatles movie as schoolgirls on the train scene," said Dick calmly. Obviously, he was used to the kinds of reactions that girls like Gwen gave. Immediately, she was jumping up and down, yanking at her hair, and squealing like a little girl.
"Are we meeting them?" she screeched.
"There is a possibility," said Dick.
Gwen screamed some more.
"Calm down Gwen," said Pattie. "None of them are going to want to talk to you if that's your reaction!"
"I'll have to agree with Pattie," I said. "You'll scare them away!"
"Oh, they'll love me!" said Gwen.
I rolled my eyes. I turned to Dick and asked him, "So, when are we going to start filming?"
Dick grinned. "The taxi's out front Eileen."
