So, I said I was gonna post more, but Beatles Rock Band is very distracting… :P

Just Anna.

Paul had a hold on Anna's hand and they followed the others down several narrow corridors and up different flights of stairs. They passed a lot of strange people and Paul had to almost drag Anna along when she wanted to stop and look at things, her curiosity getting the better of her most of the time.

"Stay in here until that rehearsal." Norm went to unlock the door to their dressing room, "I'm gonna keep you in, even if I have to put the lock in the key and turn it."

Ringo looked at Norm with his back turned and looked around, spotting an emergency exit, he looked back at the others who nodded and he pushed open the door, "We're out!"

They went right back down all those flights of stairs they had just ventured up and jumped through the pile of junk at the bottom with smiles on their faces. They found a large open area and Anna made a run for it, the boys chasing after her. She flung her shoes off her feet and rolled down into the grass, putting her hands behind her head and closing her eyes. She felt someone reach down and pull down her skirt and she jumped up.

"What did I tell you about that?" John scolded before running on.

"John!" she called after him, getting to her feet. But she wasn't up long before she was scooped up into strong arms. She laughed and Paul swung her around.

"Put me down!" she laughed.

"As you wish." He set her down, but her feet weren't on the ground for long and George came up and threw her over his shoulder.

Anna laughed as her best friend carried her away, "Oh, Paulie, help me!" she said dramatically.

"Don't worry, love!" he called, putting a fist on his chest nobly, "I'll save you!"

And so the adventure was on. Paul was the knight in shining armor on the epic quest for his Princess Anna being held away by the wicked manager. But he had to get past the screaming fans and evil director first before he could get to his princess. Sir Paul fought off the screaming fans and found a friend in his journey, but when he got to where his prize was being held, he found George and Anna lying back in the grass, just talking. He looked at John and Ringo and gave them the quiet signal and snuck up to the two, but they got them first. Right when Paul and the other two reached them, George and Anna jumped up and tackled them. They rolled around, laughing till a man walked in on their little imaginary adventure.

"I suppose you realize this is private property." He said.

They all looked around at each other a moment and slowly stood up. Anna sat up and Paul came up behind her and put his hand under her arms, lifting her onto her feet.

"Sorry we hurt your field, mister." She said as Paul took her hand and John put a hand on her back. They walked back into the building and John was stopped by a woman in a suit with her hair pinned up. George and Anna stopped to wait but soon realized that it was going to be a bit and walked on, only to find that the others had gone. They thought they remembered the way and continued on.

"I think it was this door." George opened up a large white door.

"Are you sure, Georgie?" said Anna, "It doesn't look very familiar."

"Of course, come on, now." He led her in and a blonde receptionist looked up and smiled.

"Oh, there you are." She said.

"Oh, sorry." George put a hand on Anna's waist and started to back out, "Must've made a mistake."

"I told you it was the wrong door," she whispered.

"No, you haven't. You're just late." The receptionists said.

"We are?" Anna and George looked at each other.

"Well, I don't know about you." She pointed to Anna and looked over to George, "But, actually, I think he'll be very pleased with you."

"Will he?" George took a seat and motioned for Anna to sit in his lap, not finding any seats nearby. She didn't take her eyes off the receptionists as she sat on George's leg.

"Yes. You're quite the feather in the cap." Said the blonde, picking up the phone.

"Um, Georgie, are you sure we should be here?" Anna whispered.

"Well, no, but I kind of want to know what all this is about."

The receptionist continued to talk into the receiver and pulled her heels onto her feet before hanging up and standing, "Come on."

Anna stood and didn't wait for George as something caught her eye: a metal structure in the corner of the room. She put a hand on it and observed it every which way.

"You don't see many of those nowadays, do you?" George came up behind her.

"No," Anna plucked at it and it rattled loudly and the receptionist hurried them along, taking George's arm and leading them into another office room. Anna hung back a bit.

"Simon, will this do?" she asked the man behind the desk.

"Oh, not bad, Dolly – not really bad." Said Simon, "Turn around chickie baby."

George did as he was told and gave Anna a look when he faced her. She just shrugged in return.

"Oh, yes, he's a definite poss." Simon continued, "He'll look good alongside Susan. All right, Sonny Jim, this is all going to be quite painless."

"I'm terribly sorry but there seems to be some sort of misunderstanding." Said George.

"Yes, we really must be getting back to-" Anna walked up and grabbed George's arm.

"And, who are you?" Simon said.

"Me?"

"Her?" George said, "This is my best mate, A-"

"I don't really care," Simon cut him off, "you can come off it with us. You don't have to do the old adenoidal glottal stop and carry on for our benefit."

"I'm afraid I don't understand."

"Oh, my God. He's a natural."

"Well, I did tell them not to send us real ones." The receptionist, Dolly said.

"They ought to know the phonies are much easier to handle. Still, he's a good type."

"What are they talking about?" Anna whispered.

"No idea." George whispered back.

"We'd like you to give us your opinion on some clothes for teenagers." Said Simon.

"Oh, by all means. I'd be quite prepared for that eventuality."

"Georgie!" Anna whispered, "Norm's gonna kill us if we don't get back soon."

"Don't worry; just a word or two and we'll head back."

"Well, not your real opinion, naturally." Simon continued, "It'll be written out, and you'll learn it. Can he read?"

"Of course I can."

"I mean lines, ducky. Can you handle lines?"

"Well, I'll have a bash."

"Good. Show him the shirts, Adrian."

The other man behind the desk came around and grabbed a couple of packaged button up shirts and handed them to George.

"No," Simon continued, "you'll like these. You'll really dig them. They're fab and all the other pimply hyperboles."

George made a face and handed them back to Adrian, "I wouldn't be seen dead in them. They're dead grotty."

"Grotty?"

"Grotesque?" Anna gave Simon a look and he glared right back at her.

"Make a note of that word and give it to Susan. It's rather touching, really. Here's this kid trying to give me his utterly valueless opinion when I know for a fact that within a month he'll be suffering from a violent inferiority complex and loss of status because he isn't wearing one of these nasty things." Simon leaned into Anna's face, "Of course they're grotty, you wretched nit. That's why they were designed, but that's what you'll want"

George gave him a look, pulling Anna away from him, "I won't."

"You can be replaced, chickie baby."

"I don't care."

"And that pose is out, too, Sonny Jim. The new thing is to care passionately and be right wing. Anyway, if you don't cooperate, you won't meet Susan."

"And who's this Susan when she's at home?" Anna was really starting to not like this guy.

"Only Susan Campy our resident teenager. You'll have to love her. She's your symbol."

"Oh, you mean that posh girl who gets everything wrong?"

"I beg your pardon."

"Oh, yeah, the lads frequently sit round the television and watch her for a giggle." George joined in, "In fact, once we all sat down and wrote these letters saying how gear she was and all that rubbish."

"She's a trendsetter. It's her profession."

"She's a drag-a well know drag." Said Anna.

"Yeah, we turn the sound down on her and say rude things." Said George.

"Get them out of here."

"Have we said something amiss?" Anna said.

"Get them out. They're knocking the program's image."

"Sorry about the shirts." George called over his shoulder as he led Anna out of the office. They started laughing and giggling as soon as they were out of earshot.

"Put them in their place, didn't we?" said George.

Anna laughed, "Sure did! Now, how do we get back?"