"John, try to act formal, she's a writer who's just here to do her job, write about you boys" Norm took a cup of tea from the table "Tomorrow she'll be taking photos of you at the studio, I'm just asking you to treat her right"
Michelle woke up at 7 am, ready to start a new day with a new attitude, of course she didn't regret being mean to John, "he was the one who started it" she thought, but if she wanted him to collaborate with her, she had to be patient with him. Taking her camera, she went out from her apartment; this time she was going to take the stairs, she saw two young girls, giggling by the elevator.
"Good Morning" she said, trying to be polite.
"Hello" one of them said, the other one was taking pictures with a camera "Do you live here?" she asked
"Seems like I do" she continued her way upstairs.
"So, is it true?" the other one asked, following her "the Beatles really live here?" that question made Michelle smile.
"We love them" the girl said.
"Love? Aren't you too young to love?" she asked while climbing the stairs.
"We are 12, and I already have a boyfriend"
"That is true; he's 15 and really cute"
Michelle was having fun with that early conversation "What a lucky girl you are, then you should be with him, not looking for the Beatles"
"I can dump my boyfriend if George asks me to"
"Yes, and If I had a boyfriend I would leave him too, if John asked me" she proudly said.
"John? He's no worthy, sweetie" Michelle said
"They say he's really mean, but I don't care he has lovely hair" the girls stopped "SO, YOU KNOW THEM?" they asked at the same time.
Michelle was going to lie, and say that she didn't but she thought of something funnier to do than that. "I'll tell you something, they live here and I know them, why don't you go to the front door, outside and wait for them alright?, I think I can get John to meet you"
"Thank you" they said "4 friends of ours are there, outside, should we tell them the truth, or should we lie"
"4? You tell them the truth" she said, and the girls left
Michelle knocked at the door, John opened it "Good Morning, Mr. Lennon" she said
"Morning, Mary, you look awful today" he said "Why so early? You want to start ruining my day at 8 o'clock?" he said with a cup of coffee in his hand.
"Where's everybody?" she asked
"Having breakfast at the restaurant across the street; you should go and join them"
"I already ate" she simply said, she knew she was smiling too much, so she tried not to. She began to observe him.
"Really?, because you look pale and dead; maybe that's how you usually look" he sat on the coach "What are you staring at?"
"It seems you can't really stand me"
He turned to see her, and with a cheeky and ironic smile he replied : "I'm sorry, and to believe I tried to hide my growing repulsion"
She sighed "Anyway, I came to tell you that there was a message for you, in the front desk; apparently someone named Bardot wants to meet you after reading your letter"
"Bridgette Bardot" his eyes popped
She saw his excitement and that almost made her quit the joke, but she didn't "I don't know his first name"
"HER, she is a girl... not like you "
"I'm a girl, and my name is not Mary, it's Michelle!" she was almost shouting "Well the message was that she was going to be waiting for you outside"
"Is she there?" he asked dropping the coffee
"Front door, that's what they said to me" she was going to laugh.
"How do I look?"
She was about to answer but he said "Why do I care, you must be blinder than I am" he said noticing that this time she was wearing a pair of brown rounded glasses; and he left.
Lennon rushed to the lobby, looking for a blond, "Front door" he remembered, he went outside, his eyes were looking for that gorgeous model longing to hear a French accent, but all he heard were screams, he looked to his right and six girls were running towards him "Oh shit" he thought as he started to run, running away from them.
Michelle was standing in the lobby when the boys arrived from the restaurant. "Good Morning " Paul said "I'm so glad you're awake, a car is waiting for us, across the street"
"We better go, sometimes our fans come looking for us" Ringo explained "And today we have no time"
"A lot of songs ?" she asked
"Not a lot, but sometimes John's gets really naughty and starts to fool around" George said
"Speaking of that twit, where is he?" Paul asked
George rolled his eyes "I bet he's still asleep"
"No he's not, I saw him this morning" Paul looked around the lobby to see if John was there " where's 'e?"
"I don't know" she lied "But I'm sure he went out"
"We must go lads, let him take a cab" Ringo said, and they went to the car.
They got to the recording studio, in the Abbey Road, they went to the office to talk with the producer about some songs. Michelle followed Ringo and George to the studio; took her camera, that was the way she liked to start her writing, first start taking random pictures, just normal pictures; she didn't had a great photographic memory, so she liked to remember by taking a look at the expressions and moments of the pictures she took. The first photograph was a close-up to George's hands taking his guitar; she understood then that he really loved what he was doing, by that she could tell how much he care about the way of playing and how much he loved his guitars. She smiled to herself and continued taking photographs.
Paul was talking with Norm and the producer when the door opened and John entered "Where have you been?" Paul said tapping his shoulder "You're all sweaty, what happened?"
"I sweat" he answered sarcastically
"Let's go mate, to the studio" they went out of the office, and as they walked, Paul was looking at him "I had no idea you liked jogging, Is that what you were doing?"
"Belt up!" he didn't seem happy "That bird!"
"Michelle?" he asked, but he already knew that John meant her.
"Exactly, did you tell 'er about my letter didn't ye?"
Paul seemed confused "The letter you innocently sent to Miss Bardot?" he asked "George told 'er yesterday when I was talking to you"
"George knows too?" John cried
"I'm sorry mate, I told 'im; only because I thought you had told him"
" McCartney, it was a bloddy secret, Why did George tell her?"
"Apparently she asked about you, and they end up mocking of your letter; don't get mad, she won't publish that; at least I don't think she would"
John looked furious at Paul "She told me Bridgette read my letter and she was waiting outside the building"
"Did she lie?"
And in a louder tone John answered "Of course she bloody lied, when I went outside looking for 'my girl' six hyperactive, crazy young girls started to chase me in the street, I ran for more than 2 miles; then I stopped and signed their pink girly notebooks"
"So she got you new girlfriends?"
"Sod off, they were 9 I guess, little kids!"
"I'm starting tolike her" Paul mocked "Stop whining and grab your guitar"
It was time to start the recording session, so Michelle went out of the studio; she was going to listen to them outside, where the mixing console was.
"Have you listened to them?" Norm asked her
"I guess, they play them all the time on the radio" she said, not really looking at him, but fixing her camera.
"I meant…really listen to their music" he insisted
With a puzzled look she turned to see him, she had no answer to that question, because she had no idea what it meant. Someone said take one, and the song started…John began to sing and she realized how wrong she was.. Little child, little childlittle child won't you dance with meI'm so sad and lonelyBaby take…
John's voice filled the place, now she understood the question and her final answer was "No I hadn't"
8 pm and she hadn't eaten anything since that morning, the boys were busy inside the recording session, and she was tired "I had no idea this could take so long" she thought. She sat on a chair that was in the hallway, taking her notebook and a pen she started to write, nothing that really matter, only about what she got to notice at the recording session. A door opened, John went out and saw her writing, she seemed so young and innocent "How can I respect her as an author?" He thought.
Michelle who noticed his presence said:
"Had fun this morning?" she smiled but he didn't say anything "Listen John I'm sorry, truly sorry, I know that was mean and-"
"Don't apologize if you don't mean it, I can see in your eyes you don't" he started walking
"Where are you going?" she asked
"Out, to eat" he dryly said
"Can I go with you?" she grabbed her camera and notebook and followed him
"No" that appeared to be his final answer, which she decided to ignore. She was too hungry to wait all by herself again, that even having lunch with John seemed tempting.
"Where are the others?"
"Rehearsing" he limited to say only one-word answers.
"What about you?" she continued following him to a cafeteria near the studio.
"I'm too good to be rehearsing" he said while they entered to the cafeteria. They sat, he immediately ordered fish-and-chips, took the "London Times" and started reading it, Michelle found herself staring at him, he was wearing his glasses, a black hat and a white shirt; she couldn't help it : she started to take pictures of him..
"Stop it" he said, still not looking at her "People are going to think I'm a celebrity"
"Sorry"
"Can't you see I'm undercover?" A man served their food, ending his scolding. "Shit" he said
"Excuse me?"
"Read this" he demanded her while he stuffed his mouth with the food. It was an article that said:
Girls, do you want to know who is dating the Beatles? Well we know they are cute but are they single?, a little bird told us they ARE! They love talking to girls outside their concerts, and if you are lucky you can get to talk to them by wining one of the 5 tickets we have for you at our Radio Station, you just need to call…"
"What? Do you want a ticket?" she joked "I don't know why this upsets you?"
"Are you dumb and blind?" He was in fact upset "I'm a musician not a fucking psychiatrist, why would I want to hear them"
"They admire you, that's all, they want to listen to you"
"And what? I don't sing in me concerts? Why can't they write, 'do you want to listen to their music live in their concert call us!'"
"I don't understand, you wanted fame and that's exactly what it seems"
"Not like this" he lighted a cigarette " I thought they would be publishing stuff like "The Beatles changed completely the meaning of music, The Beatles a group of geniuses, The Beatles Gods from England" he smiled and she started to laugh "What? Did I say something funny? Am I your freaking clown?"
"I'm sorry, but I had no idea you had expectations"
"You sounded like my English teacher" now he wasn't just smiling he was smiling at her "Eat your biscuits child, we have to return to the studio"
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