Man, I hate history of rock n' roll..it sounds cool till you actually get in there, then it sucks. :P
Anyway, chapter four. :]
Just Anna.
They made it to the hotel without a scratch and lugged their things up to one of the upper floor rooms. It didn't take long for them to start to piddle around doing different things. Paul's grandfather had found a pile of old magazines as did John, who also found a platter of finger sandwiches. He laid back and propped his feet up on the couch when Anna came in and slapped his feet.
"Take your shoes off first." She said.
"Yes, dear." John joked.
Anna rolled her eyes with a smile and sat down by Paul at the piano he was messing around on. He looked over at her and kissed her cheek when Ringo and George came in.
"I don't snore." Said Ringo.
"You do, repeatedly." George retorted.
"Do I snore, John?" Ringo said and Anna turned to face the room as Paul played away on the piano.
"Yeah, you're a window rattler, son." John looked up from his paper.
"That's just your opinion. Do I snore, Annie?"
"Well," she bit her lip.
"With a trombone hooter like yours it would be unnatural if you didn't." Paul turned around.
"Now, Paulie, don't mock the afflicted." His grandfather scorned.
"Oh, come off it. It's only a joke."
"Ah, it may be a joke, but it's his nose. He can't help havin' a hideous great hooter and the poor little head tremblin' under the weight of it."
"Well, I think it's a very handsome nose, Ringo." Anna said matter of fact. Ringo stood with a smile.
"Thanks, love." He kissed her cheek and she giggled.
"John, Paul, George, come here." Norm walked in with a handful of envelopes, "Get at it."
"Have the income tax caught up with us at last?" Anna teased as she got op from the tiny piano stool and sitting next to John on the couch when he sat up with the pile of letters in his lap.
"Ha-ha, you're funny,"
"None for me, then?" said Ringo.
"Sorry." Said Norm. John went through the different piles that were bound together to keep them separate and found one addressed to a Richard Starkey. He pulled it out and handed it to Ringo.
"This'll keep you busy." He said.
"It's your nose, you know." Paul's grandfather put in, "Fans are funny that way. They take a dislike to things. They'll pick on a nose."
"Ah, you pick on your own." Ringo snapped.
"Oh, Shake!" Anna ran to help him with the overflow of letters in the man's arms, taking more than half and still having trouble, "Are these yours?"
"No, they're for Ringo." Shake dropped his half into Ringo's arms and he sat down with his mail. Anna smiled and took a seat next to him on the floor, her half falling in her lap.
"Must've cost you a fortune in stamps, Ringo." Said John.
"He comes from a large family." Said George from the other side of the room.
"Hey, Ringo," Anna said from the floor, "What's Le Cirque Club?" she held up on the pieces of paper. Paul scooted his stool up behind her and read over her shoulder.
"'The management of Le Cirque Club takes pleasure in requesting the company of Mr. Richard Starkey…' That's you." Paul stopped and nodded towards the drummer who smiled happily, "'to their gaming rooms—chemin de fer, baccarat, and champagne buffet.'"
"They want me?" said Ringo.
"You're a big spender." John smiled.
"Well, you're not goin'." Norm snatched the paper from Anna's hands. Ringo pouted.
"Quite right." Paul's grandfather took the paper from Norm, "Invites to gamblin' dens full of easy money and fast women, chicken sandwiches and cornets of caviar. Disgustin'." He slipped the paper into his coat pocket.
"Hey!" Anna pointed to him, as did Ringo.
"That's mine." He said.
"Come on, you lot. Get your pens out." Norm demanded.
"Why?" George joined them.
"It's homework time for you load of college puddings. I want this lot answered tonight."
"Yeah, right." John smirked.
"Paulie, I wanted to go out." Anna tugged on her boyfriend's sleeve.
"Come on, Norm." Paul gestured to Anna, "The lady's been dragged all over the place today. Let's let get out and have some fun."
"Well, she doesn't have anything to answer. She can go out if she likes." Norm said.
"By herself? I don't think so." Said Ringo.
"Let your grandfather go with her."
"Oh, no. He's staying where I can keep an eye on him." Said Paul.
"Now, I'll brook no denial."
"You couldn't get a pen in your foot, you swine." Said John.
"Oh, chatter on, son. Chatter on. A touch of the writer's cramp will soon sort you out. Come on, Shake."
Norm walked out the door and Shake followed him with a 'ta-ta'. Anna sighed and leaned back into Paul's legs. He pushed her hair out of her face and looked down over her, "Sorry, darlin'."
"It's okay." She shrugged.
John suddenly got up, humming and chuckling as he walked towards the door.
"Where are you goin', then?" Anna asked.
"He told us to stay, didn't he? And Annabelle wanted to go out." He gestured to her sitting on the floor and paused a moment, "Come, men! Paul, escape with your love for a romantic night filled with dancing and food." He opened the door and Paul helped Anna off the rug as she laughed and followed George, John and Ringo downstairs.