A/N: Here it is chapter four of "Dear Prudence". Have fun reading this chapter!
It was finally the day of the shooting. Prudence and her friends had been looking forward to this day ever since she announced to them about the movie. They went to London with wide and excited smiles on their lovely faces. Prudence never told her friends that The Beatles had dinner at her house. She kept it to herself, because if she were to tell her friends, she would be scolded.
They met Mr. Lester and The Beatles in the set. Prudence cut her hair shorter, and she looked absolutely lovelier. Her friends thought that she looked lovely, too! She was very proud of her new look.
Prudence and her friends were wearing their school uniforms, and got their hairs done. They were very excited and couldn't stay still until the make up artists were very infuriated.
"We're excited, Madame," said Pattie after hearing her make up artist's groan. "Have you ever been excited in your life when you were our age? (She looked at the make up artist, and then looked at her own reflection on the mirror.) I s'pose not."
The girls snickered and continued reading the script. Although they had small parts, it was still a great experience for them. The Beatles walked passed them except for Ringo. He stood behind Prudence, and he set his chin upon her shoulder.
"You look lovely, Prudence," he said to her.
"Thank you, Ringo," she thanked him shyly. "You don't look bad yourself."
He dragged a comb across his head. "I s'pose not," he answered, and put his comb inside his pocket. "Thank you, love." He gave a quick peck on her cheek, and then walked away.
Her friends gasped and kept on asking her questions like: "Are you and Ringo dating?" "What if Maureen finds out?" "Is this for real?" "Have you met Ringo before?"
She could only giggle, and shot each of her friends a proud smile.
"No, we're not dating," she said, still with that proud smile. "Jealous?"
"Prudence, what if Christian finds out?" asked Emma.
"He'll never find out," she answered. "I bet he's not being faithful to me, too."
After they were done with the hair and make up, they went to Mr. Lester who was talking to Paul. Her friends were gasping and couldn't stand still.
"Oh, good, you're here," said Mr. Lester with a relieved sigh. "You can wait inside the train, please. We've reserved you a cabin with the other two girls."
The girls walked inside the train, and went in to a first class cabin. There were other two girls with nice and short hairs, and beautiful faces. Prudence and her friends sat with them, and introduced themselves. They were Beatlemanias just like them, so they got along well.
A few moments later, they could hear loud screams of fangirls.
"That's pretty loud!" remarked Prudence.
"I can't believe that I'm in a movie with The Beatles!" said Emma as she grasped her hair tightly. She could just rip them off her hair out of excitement.
"I'm so happy to be a friend of Prudence!" said Pattie and spreading her arms to hug her friend.
"Oh, thank you," she thanked her kindly.
Suddenly, the train began to move. She knew that The Beatles were in the train already. And then she saw Paul, John, Ringo, and George walking down the hallway of the train with a camera following before them.
A few hours later, Mr. Lester came holding a script. He told the girls that he needed Pattie and the black-haired girl. The two walked out of the cabin with Mr. Lester following behind them. The other four girls soon grew to be bored.
After another few hours of waiting, they were finally recorded on tape. They were told to sit and be calm, and they should start gasping because John and Paul would come inside the cabin.
"And…action!" cued Mr. Lester.
Suddenly the door slide opened, and John fell on his knees with his wrists against each other. He was pretending to wear handcuffs. The girls gasped and grasped their hairs. Paul pulled John and he was finally out of the cabin.
"Sorry to disturb you, girls!" said Paul.
John put his head inside the cabin with a silly look on his face, and looked at the blonde girl who was sitting in front of Prudence. He said something unclear, and the only thing that Prudence heard was "diary". Paul pulled him out again, walked away, and John chuckled madly.
"And…cut!" said Mr. Lester. "That was brilliant! Take ten, everyone!"
Paul stood in the doorway, and the girls looked at him. But his eyes were looking at Prudence kindly—not the girls.
"Prudence, would you like to have tea with me?" he asked her.
"That would be lovely," she answered immediately with a cheerful voice.
She stood up from the seat, and walked down the hall with Paul beside her.
"Your acting was great, Paul," she remarked to him excitedly.
"Why, thank you, love," he thanked her with a proud smile on his face. "Your acting was good as well! You're a natural!"
Her cheeks turned pink. "Thank you, Paul," she thanked him shyly.
"You're a very nice bird, you know?" he said. He was having his charms again. He was doing that so he could probably sleep with her. "If I weren't dating Jane, I'll make you mine. What do you have to say about it, love?"
"I'll say thank you to you and immediately say yes," she answered. "But I reckon that our love wouldn't last forever."
"That will never happen if I'm with you," he said.
"You're very sweet, Paul," she remarked shyly and a smile curled to her lips.
"Thank you, love," he said as he set his arm on her shoulders.
Prudence had to tell someone that she was madly in love with John. She opened her mouth, and not a single word came out of her mouth. She closed it again, and kept quiet. Perhaps she'd tell it to either George or Ringo.
She and Paul sat on an empty table and ordered tea. They had a wonderful conversation, and they soon became rather close friends. They shared jokes and stories to each other, and would laugh when something was funny. They looked like as if they were siblings.
John came into the café with a blonde girl beside him. They were holding hands, and there were smiles on their faces. Prudence knew who that girl was. She was Cynthia, John's wife.
"John! Hey, John!" said Paul to John while raising his hand so he could see him. "Over here!"
Why must he call John? she thought to herself and rolled her eyes.
John saw Paul, and the couple walked towards Paul and Prudence.
"Ello, Paul and…Prudence," he greeted them, and looked at Paul after looking at Prudence. She knew that she wasn't that attractive enough for him, but she didn't care…yet.
"Where are your manners, John?" asked Paul. "You forgot to introduce Cyn to Prudence, here."
"My manners are below my feet, Paulie," he answered with a chuckle. "Right. Cyn, this is Prudence. She's Richard Lester's daughter. And Prudence, this is Cyn, my wife."
Cynthia and Prudence shook hands and both shared warm smiles.
"Nice to meet you, Prudence Lester," she said kindly.
"It's nice to meet you, too, Mrs. Lennon," she answered politely.
Cynthia chuckled. "Please, just call me Cyn," she said.
"Alright."
They let go off their hands, and the couple sat with Prudence and Paul. They had a conversation, and Prudence felt very uncomfortable because John was sitting beside her. Cynthia looked at John with sparkles on her lovely eyes. She didn't have a clue that Prudence was in love with her husband. She thought that Prudence was a huge fan of Paul—but she wasn't. Cynthia liked her so much. But perhaps, her fondness towards Prudence would soon come to an end.
Prudence wished that John would look at her the way he looked at Cynthia; with twinkling, handsome, and kind eyes. But the problem was is that John never looked at Prudence. He only looked at Paul and Cynthia—never looking at her.
She stood up from the chair, and Cynthia asked her where she was going.
"Oh, I am going to call my boyfriend," she answered. "I promised him that I would call him as much as I can."
"Alright."
She walked out of the café, and tried to find any telephone that was on her sight. She found one in a corner, and she put a coin to it. She pressed the numbers of Christian's home number, and waited for him to answer.
"Hello?" said a lad's voice on the telephone.
Her eyes lit up. "Christian!" she said happily. "This is Prudence."
"Prudence, how are you?" he asked her. She knew that there was a wide smile on his face.
"I'm fine, thank you for asking," she answered. "The shooting of the film is going very well. I met The Beatles, and they are very nice lads!"
"That sounds very fab."
"Oh, it certainly is! The girls and I are very excited about this film!" she said with a wide smile on her face. "And how are you, Christian?"
"I'm terribly missing you, Prudence love," he said. "I keep on thinking about you and hope that you're all right. And you are! I'm very glad that you call!"
She chuckled. "I'm very glad that I'm calling you," she said. "I have to go now, Christian. Father needs me…I think. I'll tell you all about today after the shooting of the scene is done."
"Okay," he said. "Bye, Prudence."
"Bye, Christian." She said and paused. "I…love you."
"I love you, too, dearest Prudence," he said.
She hung up, and leaned against the wall while looking at the ceiling. She heard footsteps, and saw John took a peek. Unfortunately, she saw him.
"Yes, John?" she asked him.
He showed himself, and put his hands inside his pockets. "Oh, nothing, Prudence," he said with his cute Liverpudlian accent. "Were you calling your boyfriend?"
"Yes," she said with a nod. "I was calling my boyfriend."
He walked closer to her, and her heart was racing. She could hear it clearly on her ears. It was very loud, and she swallowed.
"Well, of course, a studious girl like you should have a boyfriend," he said while observing her with his handsome brown eyes.
"What do you mean by that, John?" she asked him.
He shrugged his shoulders, and said, "I don't know."
"I need to go back to my friends, now," she said as she slowly walked backwards down the hall. "I'll see you soon, John."
"I'll see you soon, love."
She walked straight back to her friends, and saw Pattie and George talking to each other. A cigarette was between her fingers, and there were sparkles in George's eyes. If only he knew that she was pre-engaged.
"Would you like to have dinner with me, Pattie?" he asked her.
"That would be lovely," she said. "Pick me up at the hotel at seven."
A wide smile spread to his handsome face, and he stood up. "Alright," he said shyly, and started to walk backwards. He accidentally stepped on Prudence's foot, and she let out a loud yelp.
"I'm sorry, Prudence," he apologized to her, and she sat on her seat.
She nodded her head. "I'm fine, George."
"Good." He said with a relieved sigh, and he shyly looked at Pattie. "I'll see you soon, girls." He quickly walked out of the cabin, and walked down the hall.
Prudence looked at Pattie with an eyebrow raised.
"I just called Christian," she said. "He said that he's glad that I called him."
"That's very nice, Prudence," answered Pattie with a wide smile on her face. Prudence knew that she wasn't listening or even care that she called Christian.
She crossed her arms in front of her chests, and let out a sigh. She thought about John's eyes, and how handsome they are. She swooned, and a wide smile curled to her face. She just noticed that the way he looked at her a few minutes ago was different. She bit her fingers, and smiled to herself—and Pattie didn't mind, because she'd seen Prudence acting weirder than that.
A/N: End of chapter four. Chapter five will be published soon. Please review. Thanks for reading this chapter! Have a nice day, dearest readers!
