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Disclaimer: I, sadly, don't own the Beatles.
"Are you alright?"
He gave me a worried look. I was just standing there, gaping at him. That's me for you. One of my all time idols is standing in front of me, and all I can do is stare. It took me about a minute to recover myself.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to stare, it's just I didn't expect to see, I mean I didn't know it was you, I mean…."
I was babbling. I knew I was, but I couldn't help myself. You know when you've been caught doing something that you didn't want anyone to see, or your faced with one of you idols and you can't think of what to say? I was felling no.2. George was giving me his crooked half smile.
"It's alright luv. Id best be goin. I've got that damn movie to do."
He started to walk off. I was still standing there. He was just about to turn the corner when he looked back at me.
"Ya look a bit lost there luv. You sure you're alright?"
"I haven't got anywhere to stay"
Alright WHY did I tell him? I guess it was the first thing that came into my head. He laughed.
"'Ere, ya can come with me. I'm sure Eppy will kill me, but it doesn't matter. Come on."
I walked coolly over to him. I may have looked sophisticated on the outside, but on the inside I was freaking out BIG time. George was my second favourite Beatle! After Paul, of course.
He smiled at me again.
"Ya seem pretty alright now, now that you've calmed down."
"Sorry about back there, you just gave me a huge fright!"
"I guessed as much. So where are you from, and how did ya end up here with no place to stay?"
"I'm from Ireland, and, quite frankly, I don't know how I got here."
I was telling the truth. I really was Irish. And I really did have no idea how I got here.
"How could you not know how you got here?" George asked me curiously.
"I just don't. That's it."
He laughed again. He had quite a nice laugh.
"You're an odd bird, that's for sure."
I glared at him.
"Don't call me a bird, I'm not an animal, am I?"
I could see the shocked look on his face. I don't think a girl had ever gotten that annoyed at him. But this is me we're talking about. Nobody could get away with calling me a bird. Not even George Harrison.
"Sorry, didn't mean to offend you there."
He did look genuinely sorry. My face softened. I could never stay mad at anyone for too long. Unless they insulted the Beatles. That was a different story altogether.
"It's alright. Just don't call me a bird again!"
"I won't! I won't!"
Now it was my turn to laugh. The look on his face was priceless. Mind you I can be quite intimidating. After all I am 5"8.
"I almost forgot to ask, what's your name?"
"Catherine" I replied honestly. "But everyone just calls me Cat."
"Well Cat," he smiled. "'Ere's the hard part."
"What?" I asked him.
"Trying to get onto the train for filming."
I looked at the crowd I had been part of earlier. I gulped.
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