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Chapter Three: I've Just Seen A Face

It felt like I pushed past the whole of Liverpool in my attempt to get to my seat in the Cavern. The club was packed to the brim with Liverpudlians; mostly girls. It was a wonder a place so small could hold so many. I finally found my seat at the row very near to the front next to a girl who looked like she was on the brink of fainting. Please. The atmosphere was buzzing with excitement, too warm and too oxygen lacking.

Then it hit me dead on - I was going to see the boys perform again! I sat forward in my seat in anticipation, hands clasped, eyes glued to the stage, waiting for them to appear.

All around me girls screamed, my ears ringing, and then they began to chant. "We want the Beatles! We want the Beatles!" Finally, they made their big entrance, causing the loudness to increase to a least two times what it was before.

They barely looked different from the last time I'd seen them in person. Maybe a little older, but that's it. George looked more like a man than a boy now, and Ringo's face seemed a bit more mature. Each one of them had their hair styled into their famous mop-tops that were their signature hair style.

The screaming increased so much more that I had to cover my ears. I watched as they got their equipment out, looking surprisingly at ease when you considered the potential danger right below the stage. Paul began setting up the microphones, George tuning his guitar, Ringo settling behind his drums ready to start, and John messing around with the amplifier.

After a few long minutes, John jumped up with a quirky smile and stepped jauntily up to the mic. "'Ello evurybody. We'll be startin' off with our latest song, She Luvs You," he announced, making the crowd go wild with his thick accent. John turned, his back facing the audience, and bobbed his head, counting in the others. Paul and George stepped up to share the mic to the right of the stage and John took the one in the center. And with that, they began to work their magic. "She luvs you, yeah, yeah, yeah, she luvs you yeah, yeah, yeah, she luvs you yeah, yeah, yeah, yeaaah." I found my self nodding my head to the beat. God I had missed these performances! Well, except for the pandemonium. There were girls pulling at their hair and screaming their favorite Beatle's names over and over - it made me feel more than a little threatened, to be quite frank. I couldn't imagine being on the receiving end of it.

The song ended way too soon. Paul turned towards the mic grinning, his brow glistening. "The next song we'll be singin' is called I Saw Her Standing There." He then nodded at John and shouted into the microphone, "One, two, three, fwaur!" I cheered them on through the song and sang along a bit too. It was my favorite Beatles song by far. It might have had something to do with the fact that Paul was the lead singer of course...

It was truly amazing, watching them perform. George was in between John and Paul in his own world, making every single note he played count. John was standing in the way he usually did - his feet a bit more than shoulder length apart, his upper torso tilted backwards while he bobbed up and down to the beat. Paul was swaying back and forth with that grin that told you he was having a great time. Ringo was behind them all, smiling goofily and beating on his drums.

Song after song was performed until they were down to their last of the afternoon.

"This'll be our las' numba fo' tunight," Paul informed the crowd, mopping his forehead briefly with his cuff. "We'd like to thank you all for comin'." With that they launched into loud twangings of their guitars that blended so well, and John began to sing - well, shout - Twist and Shout. "C'mon, c'mon, c'mon babeh now!" That really got the crowd going. I stood up and shouted with them. If you can't beat 'em, join 'em. Everyone stood and cheered and whistled as the four of them finished the song, stepped back and bowed in a synchronized line. I watched as they followed each other off of the stage with their guitars swinging around their waists.

I groaned as I got up and turned to look for the exits. The one thing about these concerts I truly hated was the wait to get out. It took a lot of "excuse me"'s, "pardon me"'s and then finally pushing, but I finally got to the doors; and that was after waiting for the worst of the mob to disappear. As soon as I was free from the Cavern, I was pushed about by other people cramming out of the doors, trying to get to their vehicles. I smoothed out my skirt and looked around for my shinning red beauty. That was about when I was knocked right into someone, and fell, sprawling on the ground.

"'Ey, watch where yer goin'!" I heard the person shout. I got to my feet, a angry retort ready on my tongue, when I noticed who it was that I had collided with. It was Paul McCartney. "Well excuse me Sir," I said irritably, with a playful tone edging it. My heart had started thumping so fast in to my chest it was a miracle that I didn't just squeak or tremble.

He frowned, wondering if I was being sarcastic or not, when he got that look on his face.

"Wait a minute... Do I... Abby?" he asked, a grin creeping onto his adorable cheeky face. I rolled my eyes, letting my mouth turn in a grin, and nodded. "Glad to see you remember me."

"Aw, cum 'ere you!" He pulled me into a tight brotherly hug, causing my heart to skip a beat. "Wot are you doin' 'ere?"

"I came to see you boys perform. It was a great performance by the way," I complimented as he let me go. I had missed him and his hugs, the way he always seemed to be able to tell how long or crushing I preferred them to be, depending on my mood.

He stood up and pulled at the insides of his jacket together all posh-like, and abrupt character change from his enthusiastic greeting. "Thank you, m'dear," he said smartly. His grin began to disappear as people started to realize who he was and that he was there in the midst of them all with no guards. "Do you mind if we moved this conversation back to the lads? I think we're startin' to attract unwanted attention," he said, ducking his head in an attempt to be unseen. I suppressed a giggle. He'd never been the best at disguising himself.

"Okay," I agreed readily. He took my hand in his, bringing a light pink upon my cheeks, and led me quickly though the crowd to the back of the Cavern where three of the most talented people I've ever met were waiting.