I hope looking like this will make it easier for me to fit in around here…

Cynthia took Prudence upstairs to Mimi's bedroom and showed her what she had brought for Pru. Inside the plastic bags were some clothes, shoes, some toiletries and makeup. Pru was so thankful that Cynthia was being so generous, but Cynthia only apologised saying she wished she could have brought her more, and that they should go shopping soon.

Cynthia had to leave after she talked Prudence through all of the items she lent her, but insisted Prudence came with her to The Cavern Club that night to watch "the boys" play and that she would be back later on to pick her up.

The boys were gone when she walked Cynthia to the door and Cynthia told her that they had probably headed to the club early and that she'd be back in two hours to pick up Prudence.

It was now two hours later when Prudence found herself staring at her reflection and pondering whether or not she would fit in with these new clothes.

Cynthia had kindly loaned her a sleeveless tight black dress that went down just above her knees and had a high neckline to wear tonight, along with some small plain black heels. She also loaned her a large red coat. "It gets quite cold around Christmas here," Cynthia had mentioned when showing her the coat after Prudence asked the date.

It turned out that Prudence had arrived in 1962 on Saturday the 22nd of December. I can't believe it's nearly Christmas and I'm here in 1962, with no family and no friends. I've had such fucking good luck these last 24 hours.

The tears threatening to spill over were starting to smudge the corner of her eyeliner, and she was just finishing fixing it up when she heard the front door shut and she jumped, nearly ruining her makeup again.

"Prudence I'm here!"

Out of habit, Prudence looked around the room for her bag and mobile phone but stopped dead in her tracks. Do I have the memory of a goldfish all of a sudden? All my belongings are in 2012, where I belong! I don't even have any money or identification. That could be a problem…

After escaping from her own thoughts she walked down the stairs and greeted Cynthia in the kitchen.

She was wearing an orange dress of a similar style to the one Pru was wearing and had a black jacket. "You look lovely Cynthia." I always thought she was pretty in photos, but she really is beautiful.

"I look lovely? Look at you! You may as well keep those clothes, they look much better on you! And please, call me Cyn," she smiled. And she has a matching personality.

"Are you ready to go then?"

"Well uh… you see Cyn… I don't remember anything that has happened since I got here, so I have no idea where my bag is," she sighed, "I have no money at all, and I don't even have any identification to prove who I am or my age! I don't know what to do." Pru's frustrated tears were starting to surface again but she desperately tried to keep them down, not wanting to trouble Cyn. What is it about 1962 that always has me crying?

Cyn didn't look worried, but could tell Prudence was flipping out and stepped forward putting a reassuring hand on her shoulder, "Don't worry about tonight Pru, the club doesn't sell alcohol so you don't need I.D," Cyn winked at her trying to make Prudence smile and relax. She succeeded.

"Come on," Cyn gestured to the door, "let's get down to the club before it gets too crazy, those boys are getting quite popular you know!"

I know. And you have got no idea just how popular Cyn.

The Cavern Club was only a 15 minute drive from John's house, and with Cynthia chatting about the band it felt even quicker as they parked a block down from the club.

"I've been with John for three years now so I've been through it all with him and the boys," Cyn told Pru as they walked around the corner, "The clubs just here."

Pru looked up and her eyes widened. The line goes all the way down the bloody street! It will take at least an hour to get in here!

Cynthia smiled at Pru stopping in her tracks with wide eyes when she saw the crowd. "I told you they were popular around here," she said with a laugh, linking her arm with Pru's and pulling her towards the club, "and don't worry about the line."

Cyn pulled Prudence towards the front of the line where an unhappy looking burly man was guarding the entrance.

"Alright Harry?"

"Hello Cyn!" The angry looking man's expression changed to a smile. "Who's this you've got with you?" He looked Prudence up and down with curiosity. "This is Prudence, she's with me and the boys tonight Harry."

"Lovely to meet you Prudence," he shook her hand with a smile, "Go on in ladies."

What a lovely man; looks can be deceiving!

Cyn and Prudence walked inside hearing the groans and cries of outrage from the crowd waiting out the front as they skipped the line. "Being John's girlfriend has some privileges," Cyn winked making Prudence laugh as they put their coats in the coat room.

The first thing Prudence noticed about the club was how crowded and loud it was. The place wasn't very large, but obviously The Beatles were already a favourite in Liverpool so they attracted a big crowd and if there were capacity laws in 1962 they would definitely be broken.

Most of the young women in the club were already waiting at the front of the stage for the boys. I guess they are hoping to get noticed by the boys and hopefully taken home afterward. Most of the men and the women with boyfriends were at the bar drinking and waiting for the band.

Prudence followed Cynthia to two bar stools closest to the stage where they sat down. "Could I grab two lemonades please," Cynthia said to the bartender.

"Cyn, I-"

"First one is on me okay Pru?" Cyn smiled.

She has got to be the nicest person I've ever met.

The crowd of excited young girls was increasing around them and Prudence was getting nervous.

"Maybe we should move further back Cyn? I think these girls are going to start a riot when the band comes out," she laughed half joking and half scared for her life.

Cynthia gave her an apologetic look. "Oh I would Pru, but I'm afraid I have to sit here. John is kind of possessive so he makes me sit up the front so I can see where he is. Paul used to do the same with his girlfriend Dot, but they broke up a few months ago." Cyn paid the bartender and took a sip of her drink.

"Oh I see. That's fine." Jesus. Prudence had heard that The Beatles were possessive of their girlfriends in their early days, but she didn't realise the boys were so controlling that they told their ladies where to sit.

One girl screamed before thirty more screamed and Prudence turned her attention to the stage where the boys had appeared. I can understand the screaming. My fucking god they are good looking.

Ringo and George quickly walked to their drums and guitar respectively and began fiddling with them, but Paul and John played up to the girls winking and smiling before grabbing their instruments. John looked at Cyn smiling, winking and she smiled in return.

John's eyes moved to Prudence sitting next to her and she would have noticed them widen when he took in her appearance if she was looking at him. But Prudence was too busy looking at Paul who was giving her a wink. Prudence blushed. I never blush when boys pay attention to me…but I guess if anyone could make me blush it would be Paul McCartney…

Paul moved up to the microphone. "Hi, how are ya?"

Girls screaming.

"Oh that's good."

More girls screaming.

"We are going-"

Screaming.

"-to play a song-"

Screaming.

"-from our album that's going to be released next year."

Screaming.

"-It's called; I Saw Her Standing There."

I fucking love this song. Prudence joined in with the screaming this time.

"One, two, three, four!"

The gig was amazing for Prudence. She spent the whole gig supressing the urge to sing along as she decided it would look strange if she was singing songs that weren't even released yet.

They played most of their songs from the "Please Please Me" album and threw in a couple of covers as well. In her whole life she knew she would never get to see this band live and complete, but through "Amy's amazing time travel pills" one of her dreams became true.

I have to be the luckiest girl to time travel from 2012 to 1962 ever. To think of it I probably am the only girl that's done that anyway…

At the end of the gig Prudence and Cynthia had moved to stand at a bar near the back of the club and it was another 20 minutes before any of the boys made it through the sea of girls over to them.

Paul walked over to the girls his gaze on Pru. He kissed Cyn on the cheek and then did the same to Prudence, his lips lingering on her cheek longer than they probably should between friends.

"Did you like our music Pru?"

Prudence kept her inner fangirl hidden and keeping her hysterical screaming and crying inside replied like a normal human being. "Yeah I loved it. You were really great." Paul smiled at Prudence's compliment.

"What about me Thompson? Everyone knows I'm the real star of the group."

Prudence broke eye contact with Paul when she heard her last name leave the mouth of John Lennon as he put his arm around Cynthia.

Pru was tempted to lie and tell him that he wasn't as great just to annoy him but she couldn't help but tell the truth, "You were amazing John", she said honestly.

"What did I tell you Paulie? All the birds fall for me!"

That comment she wasn't going to let slide.

"Actually Lennon, most of the girls I saw tonight were calling out Paul's name, even George and Ringo's before yours." She gave him a deadpan expression. Well, that was a half-truth; John's name was definitely uttered more than Ringo's…

Paul laughed and Cynthia smiled looking away from John so he couldn't tell she was. John looked offended before brushing the comment off and taking Cynthia's hand, pulling her away muttering, "Fucking crazy bird."

Prudence didn't know whether to be hurt by his comment but Paul just laughed again.

"Don't worry Prudence. Not many people take a stab at John's ego like you just did, especially girls. He's just not used to it." He smiled making Pru feel better.

"Can I buy you a drink?"

Pru couldn't believe this gorgeous Beatle was asking to buy her a drink and stuttered nervously, "Uh y-yeah. I mean; yes thank you. A lemonade please."

Paul ordered her drink and himself a coke.

"Coke?"

Paul laughed, "Oh well, it's not my favourite drink, but you can't buy alcohol here. Usually I get some whiskey cause it's good for your throat. Got to keep the money maker in good condition," he pointed at his throat jokingly making Prudence laugh.

There was a small silence and Paul spoke up. "So Prudence…you got a lad?"

"A what?"

"Are you seeing someone? A boyfriend?"

"Oh! No. No boyfriend…" Paul smiled.

"Just a girlfriend." Paul's eyes widened.

Prudence burst into laughter. "Oh wow, you should have seen your face!" She laughed pointing at Paul, who still hadn't fully recovered from her joke. "But to be serious I am single and straight!"

Paul laughed a little, "Wow Pru you really got me there." I've never met a girl around here like her. One who isn't trying overly hard to impress me?

"What about you? Girlfriend…or boyfriend maybe?" Prudence winked jokingly.

"No! No, no, no," Paul reassured her. "I did have a girlfriend, Dot, for a few years but we broke up… uh, a couple of months ago." Paul's expression became more solemn as he spoke.

Prudence couldn't stand to see the cheerful Beatle looking so gloomy and put a hand on the side of his face. His eyes watched hers carefully as she spoke. "I'm sorry."

They stared at each other, her hand on his face for a few seconds, both lost in different trains of thought.

He looks so different when he's sad and not smiling in front of a camera…

She's so beautiful…

"Ahem."

They nearly jumped apart when the bartender cleared his throat and Paul quickly handed him some cash. He gave Prudence a once over and left them alone again.

Paul tried to remember what they were talking about so they could resume talking normally, "Uh…oh! No, it's okay…it wasn't going well for us for a while, I knew it probably wouldn't work out so I broke it off. I'm alright, honestly." He smiled and Prudence knew he was telling her the truth.

They began to sip at their drinks when Ringo ran over to them nearly bowling Paul over. Honestly, he reminds me of a puppy.

"Paulie!" He addressed Paul and then bowed to Prudence jokingly, "Lady Prudence."

She laughed and bowed back, "Sir Ringo."

He smiled at her and continued talking, "I was just coming over here to get you two! Apparently this bird is having a party at her house and we are gonna head over there now, so let's get going!"

"Well Ringo, I just bought Pru a drink so we can't leave un-" Paul started explaining but noticed Ringo was staring at the girl next to him with an expression that was half shocked and half impressed. He had the same expression when he looked at her.

Prudence was nearly finished her drink, taking the whole thing down in a matter of seconds.

"-til she…finishes," Paul completed his sentence.

"Alright boys let's go!" Pru set down her drink. It's not like it was alcoholic...maybe girls just can't skull anything these days...

"She's full of surprises this one," Ringo said quickly running after her.

You don't need to tell me Ringo.

Paul finished his drink off quickly and set off after them.

THIRD CHAPPY IS FINITO.

I am hoping that I will be able to update twice a week…at least once if I can't manage two in a busy week.

Also, I know I changed the date of their performance at the Cavern Club in December 1962, but I wanted them to be home around Christmas and it just works out better this way!

Thanks for reading!