Elizabeth narrowed her eyes at the man standing in front of her, clearly confused as to what he was talking about. She cast a look back at Rachael, but the girl was so mesmerized by the boys lounging in front of her that she didn't even seem to acknowledge Liz's presence. With a small huff, Elizabeth turned back towards the five men. Lennon was still standing in front of her, arms folded and his head turned towards the others. George, Big Nose, Girl Brows, and Brian were all studying her face like she was a text book, and she was beginning to feel quite uncomfortable. She had no idea what was happening. She didn't want to know. She and Rachael had to get back to work.

Before she could excuse herself and get the heck out of there, Brian stood up to confront her. "Are you sure, John? I mean, she doesn't really look like Cyn. Cyn had brown eyes. And her face was a bit rounder," he noted, rubbing his chin as he looked Liz up and down.

"Yes, but she's got the blonde hair. And they've got the same nose. I bet she could pass off for Cynthia. The press is made up of dumbasses anyway. And what other choice do we have?" John replied, prodding at Liz's cheek a few times as if to make sure she was human.

Elizabeth, no longer able to handle the scrutinizing pressure, slapped John's hand away, and looked at all of them with wide, bewildered eyes. "Can someone please tell me what's going on? I have to get back to work," she said, trying to sound polite, though it was evident she was becoming restless and edgy.

Brian suddenly gasped, placing a hand to his chest and shaking his head. "Oh. Where are my manners? Please forgive me, miss. My name's Brian. Brian Epstein. Erm, do these four need introductions...?" he asked, holding out his hand to Liz in greeting.

Elizabeth furrowed her brows slightly, and gave a curt nod. Did they really think they were too good to give their names, at least? "Yes, Mr. Epstein, they do. I'm afraid I've never met them," Liz answered through gritted teeth, plastering on a smile as her eyes drifted over the other four chaps. She didn't like the looks of them...well, actually, she did. They were cutie patooties. But she still didn't like them. Not one bit.

"Of, uh, of course," Brian said frivolously, and cleared his throat. "This is John, that's Paul, there's George, and finally Richard, or Ringo, if you fancy being informal," he said, gesturing to each one as he said their names.

"Charmed," Liz responded as he introduced them, her voice mingled with tolerance and a slight hint of sarcasm. She paused, shuffling her feet as a brief moment of silence ensued. The stares each of the lads were giving her unnerved her. Especially John. He was looking at her like she was some sort of scientific phenomenon. "Well, Mr. Epstein, could you please explain to me what's going on? I have a job I and my friend here have to return to," she finally inquired, seeing as no one was forwarding the conversation.

Brian chuckled lightly at Liz's questioning, which caused to only annoy the girl further. "Oh, my dear, your job now is going to be a thing of the past, shortly."

"Excuse me?"

Brian continued, and what he said was something Liz or Rachael would never have expected, even in their wildest dreams. "Well, all right. Let me explain. I can see you don't know what's going on," he began, heaving a sigh and gesturing towards John. "It's a long story, and we're running short on time. But basically, we ran a press conference a month or so ago. They asked lots of questions about the upcoming show at Shea and thing to that effect. One newsman then asked the boys whether they'd be bringing their wives. Well, seeing as though John is the only one with a wife, he decided it was his job to run his mouth. He said he was certainly going to bring over his spouse, Cynthia," Brian said, running a hand through his hair and shaking his head.

"Ok…Well, what's the problem?"

"Some…erm…complications arose. And about a week ago, John and Cynthia decided to go their separate ways, which comes to no surprise to me," he said, getting a death stare from John, but he and the other three Beatles remained silent as Brian continued. "It was such an untimely divorce, but there's nothing we can do. We have a press conference in about an hour. They'll be expecting Cynthia to be there, with John. And if they don't see her, they'll come up with the most insane and speculative stories that we don't want. It's bad publicity. But that's where you come in," Brian said, his expression going from disappointed to eager as he began to pace back and forth around the living room. "You look enough like Cynthia to pass off as her. So you've got blue eyes, and a slightly different facial structure, but I can assure you no one will notice. The way I see it, you can come along with us for the duration of the trip, which will last about little less than a month, pose as John's wife, and we'll be all right!" Brian exclaimed, quite pleased with having come up with such a scheming plot. The others nodded, also believing the plan to be full proof. But Liz looked absolutely horrified, her eyes wide, arms crossed stubbornly, and mouth agape in shock. They thought they could just make her do this? What idiots!

"Are you assuming I'm just going to agree with this whole mess?" she said, doing her best to not raise her voice. Any trace of politeness had been eliminated from her tone as she fixed a hard stare on Brian. Brian stopped short in praising himself for his genius idea and suddenly blushed scarlet when Liz spoke up again. "Oh wait, so uh, you, you're not-" he spoke incoherently, spluttering on and not being able to form a full sentence. He finally calmed himself, and straightened his tie with a slight huff. "Do you mean to say, you're unwilling to spend a near month with these four boys? Don't you like The Beatles?" he asked, attempting to smile persuasively but failing.

"I've hardly listened to them," Liz replied dryly, and she noticed Paul and Ringo exchange confused glances with each other when she said this. "What makes you think that I'd just agree to that? That I'd just quit my job to run around with these guys? You must be crazy if you think I'd just drop everything for them. I'm not so pathetic fangirl," she continued with a sour expression, her eyes never once leaving Brian, who became progressively more skittish as Liz spoke. He rubbed the back of his neck, biting his fingers in an attempt to think of some way to persuade her. He then snapped his fingers, and the confident grin returned to his face within a few seconds of pondering.

"Well…what if I said there was money involved?"

This caused Elizabeth to bite back the sharp reply she had prepared for whatever he had to say, and she stopped to seriously consider this offer. She looked down, clasping her hands in front of her, and mulled things over in her mind. Money was the one thing she and Rachael needed, the one thing they'd like to have in their life. Maybe with some new cash, they could buy some new furniture, nicer clothes, they could actually pay their taxes without worrying about not having any cash to spare. But she didn't want to give in so easily. So she shrugged a bit, and asked, "Well, how much are you willing to give me?"

Brian tapped his chin before responding in his typical, business-like voice, "I'd be willing to spare two thousand American dollars. But, if that doesn't appease you, I could offer more," he said. He had hoped she would have done it for free. He sort of assumed every girl would have done it for free. But for the Beatles, two thousand dollars wasn't too much.

Liz's mouth dropped even further than last time, if that was even possible, and this even caused Rachael to look up in surprise from her daydreaming. "Two thousand, seriously? Th-that's a lot of money," Liz managed to stammer out.

Brian smiled, knowing he had at least convinced her somewhat. "Well, it can be yours, if you just say yes," he said, and he offered out a hand to her as a sign of sealing the deal.

Liz outstretched her hand, but something hindered her and she stopped midway. She bit her lip, and flashed a tiny grin before grabbing Rachael's wrist. "I just need to have a quick word with my friend before I agree to anything. If you'll excuse us," she said tugging Rachael back out into the corridor.

Brian allowed her to go, and as soon as the hotel door clicked close, he looked at the four boys with a wide smile. "We've hit a spot of luck finding her, haven't we? What do you fellows think of her?"

"She was pretty," Ringo chirped.

"She brought me really good pancakes," George chimed in, his mouth full of food as he added extra whipped cream to a giant plate of pancakes on his lap.

"She didn't really seem to like us. We haven't even done anything wrong!" Paul said a tad defensively.

"She's fucking stubborn. I'm surprised she even considered agreeing taking our money. I'd never go for someone like her," John said passively, picking at some food on he trolley.

"Hmph," Brian began with a roll of his eyes. "If she's so stubborn, I figured you two would have a lot in common, Lennon."

Meanwhile, the two girls were speaking to each other in low, quiet voices in the hallway. "What should we do, Rachael? This is once in a lifetime. But I don't wanna just, y'know, leave you behind while I'm gone," Liz began.

Rachael looked at her like she was a mentally insane person, and she even laughed. "Liz, please. Don't be such a moron. If this is once in a lifetime, then you ought to take your chances no matter what. I'll be fine. I've got Bing. And plus, I now where you guys are gonna be staying, so they can't say no if I wanna visit my friend," she said, and paused a moment, patting her friend's shoulder. "I know you don't really like them. It won't be easy for you. But just give 'em a chance, yeah? Maybe you'll change your mind in the end," she said with a shrug, and smiled as Liz stepped forward to tightly embrace her friend.

"Maybe you're right. But who cares about that? We're gonna get money, finally!" she squeaked excitedly, and the two girls did little happy dances before regaining their composure and knocking at the door once more. Brian was there to answer, and he smiled to see Elizabeth holding out a hand to him. "You've got a deal, Mr. Epstein."