Class starts and the day certainly bores on and eventually school ends and I'm so glad because it's Friday. Kelly and I share an apartment and it's a lot fun living with her, of course it can get annoying and hard at times but for the most part it's good. We both finish up our homework that night and we go to bed after washing the dishes and talking.
"Amy, my dad got us the passes!" Kelly exclaims as she walks in and we both literally jump up and down and quickly get ready. The meet and great is at 10 as they're due to arrive at the airport around 9:30 and we quickly curled our hair and found a sharp outfit. After all it is the world famous Beatles we're going to maybe meet. We leave the apartment with our autograph books in hand as we drive to the hotel.
"Hey girls, how are you?" Kelly's nice dad says as we arrive at the entrance and he walks us into the meeting room. It's five minutes to ten o'clock when we arrive and the minute we walk in you can hear the sounds of dozens of camera shutters closing as pictures are taken and of course the loud noise of voices. Her dad leads us over to a mostly empty corner and we both look around to see; press of course and a few other fans who are staring at who we're here for. My eyes travel to the table in the center of the room that four sharp men are sitting at as they talk to each other and a few smoke cigarettes as the little press conference/meet and greet hasn't started yet. It starts early and question after question is asked as Kelly and I stand in the back staying silent. My eyes are set on Paul for most of the time as he smokes and answers questions and his accent is beautiful, music to my ears. I had looked away to glance at the clock that shows it to be 10:30 already and when my eyes fall back to Paul he's surprisingly looking at me. He smiles at me and winks before turning his attention to the person from the press whose asking questions. People forgot to mention that they're very funny and that they have a quick and creative wit when they answer questions, they're not too serious. The questions end and then the four get up and exit the room and Kelly and I turn to her dad.
"They'll be back in about 10 minutes, no worries girls. Heres two dollars, why don't you two go get a coke and a snack?" her dad offers and we nod and exit the cramped, loud room. We wander to where the vending machines are and we both buy a Coke and a small bag of potato chips.
"I have to use the bathroom quick, how about I meet you back with my dad?" Kelly says and I tell her 'okay' and I turn to walk down the long hall as she walks towards the bathroom. I wasn't really looking and I bumped into somebody and my chips fell to the ground.
"I'm sorry." I immediately apologize and I bend down to grab them but my hand touches a pale, manly hand with dark hairs. I lift my head to look into the most interesting eyes I've ever seen, as cheesy as it may sound, and I can't believe whose eyes they are.
"No, don't be sorry love. It was my fault cos I'm in a rush, i'm a bit lost in this hotel." Paul McCartney from the Beatles says as we stand back up and he hands me the chips he picked up.
"Thanks." I say and he nods with a warm smile.
"Would you happen to know if there's an elevator anywhere round here?" he asks stuffing his hands into his nice dress pants.
"Yeah, right around the corner there." I say pointing to the hall behind him and he looks and nods to himself.
"Thanks um.." he says lost with my name.
"Amy." I say and he nods with another smile.
"Thanks Amy, that's a pretty name ya got." he compliments and I blush. Did Paul from the Beatles, my ultimate crush, just say I have a pretty name? Am I really standing here holding a conversation with thee Paul McCartney? How did this even happen?
"Thanks." I reply and he still smiles.
"You were at the press conference just now, weren't you?" he asks and I nod as I'm not so confident in my voice.
"You aren't leaving are you?" he says a bit sadly and I shake my head.
"Good, I have to dash but I'll see you again in a few. Bye love." he says.
"See ya later." I say and he smiles at me before walking away. I walk back into the wall to rest against it. Did I really just talk to Paul McCartney or is my mind being that cruel to me? I wonder why he said me going back to the meet and greet is a good thing?
"Why are you still out here?" Kelly asks as she walks up. Do I tell her? I don't want to make her jealous.
"Whatever, we have to get back." she says and we walk back to the room and eat our snacks before they come back in. None of the press are in the room now as they'll just be meeting and greeting a few fans, more privacy really.
"There he is!" Kelly squeals as she spots Ringo walk in and they sit at the table again and now there's more fans here. As they have things to do, the Beatles, 15 minutes is the time allowed for the meet and greet and now there's already what I assume to be at the least 50 girls. This is hopeless. Kelly and i wait in a growing crowd of fans as the line isn't even moving and I'm growing hopeless that we'll ever get up to them.
"Alright meet and greet is over, the Beatles thank you for your time." a loud man says and I sigh and put my pen and paper away and make my way though the full crowd. Kelly had to talk to her dad in his office afterwards so I'm mindlessly looking in the completely vacant souvenir shop. I have a gloomy look as I'm sad that our plan totally failed as I really wanted to meet them. I pick up a small Teddy bear that holds a red heart between it's furry paws and I set it back down with a sigh.
"So you're a ditcher, huh?" a male voice says and i turn around to see the man who I was talking to about 25 minutes ago. I smile at the sight of him and he has a smile on his face too. I turn back to the rack of candies and he walks up to stand by me.
"I didn't ditch, the line was way too long." I say sadly as my eyes run over the lined up candy bars as my arms are crossed.
"I'm pretty sad about too, cause there was this nice girl that was in line but she never got to the front." he says and I nod sadly.
"I'm talking about you, silly." he says and he playfully punches my arm.
"Do you want an autograph, love?" he asks and I shake my head. Now that it comes to it I feel intrusive and bothersome, which I didn't think I would ever reject getting my favorite beatle's autograph. I pick up a pretty necklace but I set it back down on the glass shelf as I notice the ridiculous price, going to college and paying rent leaves me with little money to spend freely.
"If you don't want one, then what would you have done if you came to me?" paul asks and I shrug quietly.
"Why are you talking to me right now?" I ask curiously as I turn to see him holding a book.
"Cause you're not psycho like all the other fans back there. You didn't freak out and jump on me when we ran into each other, i've never met such a calm fan. Thanks for not attacking me." he says and I nod with a soft laugh.