It took another hour or so to reach the last station. It probably took a lot longer, but I was deep in thought. The whole George Harrison thing had to be a big joke. There's no way it could happen. But let's face it, it did happen. But it probably was still a joke. I still was going to see if he really was going to meet me.
When the train reached the last stop, I got my thing together as quickly as possible and got off the train at the nearest exit. I stepped onto the platform and looked to my right and then my left. I didn't see him, and so began the thoughts that this whole shindig was a joke.
I waited a few more minutes, and then I decided that this whole thing was a joke. I figured I should just leave and it would all be over, so I took one step forward…and that's when I saw him running to me out of the corner of my eye. Actually, he is wearing a different outfit from before; a long overcoat, a hat, and some sunglasses. Well, he is famous, so I guess he has to dress this way in public to stop girls from running him over until he becomes a pancake.
"Hey, am I late?" he is slightly smiling when he says this, so I decide to play along.
"No, you're just in time."
"Then shall we be off?"
He gestures to me to begin walking. I go forward, and then he is at my other side, walking next to me. We go up the stairs to the town/village/suburb above, and for the first time I realize that it has just become dark. I must have not noticed the sun setting on the train, which is unusual for me because every night since I was 14, I would sit down and wait hours for the sun to set. It was probably the first time in four years that I missed the sunset.
I decide to start a conversation, "So…have you ever been here before."
"First time, actually."
From there, the conversation gets better and better. We talk about our hobbies, our talents, and then we get to the subject of friends. He talks about the other members of the band and about some other friends of his. I talk about my friends from camp and other places.
Then I talk about Jane. I tell George all about how much she loves The Beatles, and this gets George to crack up laughing.
"She especially favors Paul," I say.
After I say that, he laughs even more, which causes me to also start laughing a little. "Hey," he begins. "Give me her number, maybe I can set them up!"
Okay, this gets both him and me to go into a long phase of hysterical laughter. After a bit, we are still slightly laughing, but we probably read each other's minds, which would explain why we both start walking at the same time.
I spot a park, and I pull his arm to get his attention. He looks at me and I point to the park. A grin rises across his face, and then we both begin running to the park. We are at the entrance in seconds, so we begin walking down the path.
A few hours later…
The sky is completely dark and the town around us is lit up to look like a party is happening in every single building. George and I don't really care though, because we have basically spent the last three hours talking and walking in the park and around town.
We figure it must be late, so we decide to ask someone for the time. A man in a coat and tie walks past us, and that's when George hits the guy with the question, "Hey mate, do ya know the time?"
"Oh yeah," he pulls up his sleeve and looks at his watch. "It's almost one."
"Thanks."
The man nods his head in return and then walks away. I realize that we've been talking for more than three hours, but for like six or seven. "Well," George begins. "Shall I take you to where you're staying?"
"I would like that, except I don't know where I'm staying."
George stops and thinks for a second. "Well in that case, why don't I check you into the same horrible motel that Eppy is sticking me and the mates in."
This statement confuses me. One because I wonder why the incredibly famous Beatles are staying in a 'horrible motel', and two because I have no idea who the heck Eppy is. "And where would this motel be?"
"Somewhere in this town; I think its a few blocks away."
"Then let's go."
We continue to walk in the town; up three blocks, turning to the left and going three more blocks, and then turn right and walk five blocks before we decide that we are completely lost. Luckily, we see a post office (how often does that happen when you're lost in a strange neighborhood?) We find a stack of maps on a table, and it only takes George a matter of seconds before he finds where we need to go. Unfortunately, we have absolutely no idea where we are, so I ask a lady who is trying to figure out how many stamps she needs where we are.
After she tells me, I lead George out of the post office, and then I take him down a block, then we turn left and pass three buildings before we find the place. It's not hard to find the check-in office (there was this huge sign), where we manage to get me a room. "By the way," he says to the front desk attendant. "Which rooms did my mates get?"
"Oh," he checks a book that's on his desk. "They are in…rooms 215 and 216."
"Thanks."
We leave the office, and it occurs to me that our rooms are very close to each other. Them in 215 and 216, and me in 211. I wonder if this is coincidence, random, or specifically planned by the guy at the front desk.
The 200 rooms are on the second floor, so we assume that the first thing that we need to do is to find a staircase. We see a few, one near the office, and another about thirty feet away from that one. As we walk to the closer staircase, I notice the order of numbers; 134, 133, 132, etc, etc. George must notice the order too, because just as we reach the first staircase, he stops and asks, "Can we take the long way?"
I laugh a little. "Of course we can."
He smiles, and we begin to head toward the far staircase. I don't keep track of how long it takes before we reach the steps, because we are talking the whole way. We climb the stairs to the second floor, and then it doesn't take long to find my room. He comes inside with me, probably so he can get a basic idea of what his room would look like.
In the first room there is a small T.V. set, couch and small table. There is a two foot long hallway that on the left leads to a bathroom and closet, while on the right side is a bedroom where I put my suitcase on the bed, to unpack later. After the 'grand tour', we walk up to the door to my room.
"Well," I try to think of the right words to say. "I guess I'll see you tomorrow."
"Yeah, but before that…how 'bout you meet my friends."
"I think I might like that."
George opens the door, so I exit first, with him right behind me. We only walk past four or five other doors before we reach 216. George walks up and knocks on the door. From inside the room, somebody shouts, "Look! I don't want room service this late!"
"Relax, John," George says back. "It's just me."
John? Probably John Lennon, another band member. But why is he up so late? I hear footsteps coming towards the door, then a sound of a lock clicking, and then the door swings open. "George, where the heck have you been? Eppy has seriously lost his mind. Why didn't you…"
Then he notices me. He looks at me, starting with my head then going to my feet, then back to head. He calms down by an extremely noticeable amount, then he turns to George, "Who's your friend?"
"Oh, this is Johanna. Please call her Joe."
I hold out my hand and say, "It's very nice to meet you."
He takes my hand and shakes it. "The pleasure is mine. Names John."
A small grin creeps across his face. "Well, I suppose I'll call Eppy and tell him you've arrived. By the way, George, you get to share a room with yours truly."
"Can't wait."
John walks into his room and shuts the door, but I don't hear the lock click, meaning he is giving us some privacy. But he is also making sure George can get in when he decides to come in. "Well," he begins. "Shall I walk you to your room?"
I smile, "You shall."
We walk back to 211, and when we get there, the awkward goodbyes begin. Jane is always talking about how whenever her boyfriend takes her home, they have no idea what to say when they reach her door. Right now is like those times in way, because at first we don't say anything, but that only lasts, like, 12 seconds, then we read each other's minds again, and we begin to say goodbye.
He starts, "Well, I will see you tomorrow."
"I'm looking forward to it."
We both smile, then I go into my room as he walks away. I throw my suitcase on the ground and basically collapse onto the bed. As I lie there, I realize how tried I am. As I begin to fall asleep, I remember the reason I'm in this town, the reason why I got to meet George. But, I couldn't meet the propose for these reasons.
I have no job.
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Just so you readers know, Eppy is the nickname that the Beatle members gave to Brian Epstein.
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