After the end of the shooting of the scene, Prudence went to the hotel with her friends. They were very tired, and as soon as they were in the hotel room, they lied down on the couch, and the beds.
Prudence sat with Pattie on the couch, and she leaned her head against the wall. She'd never felt that comfortable ever since she arrived in London. She let out a relieved sigh, and closed her eyes.
She was taking a nap until she heard Pattie rushing about the room. She sat straight on the couch, and wiped the sleep away from her eyes. She looked at Pattie with a serious look on her face.
"What's wrong, Pattie?" she asked.
"I'm going to be late for dinner!" said Pattie as she slipped into her stockings.
"What time is it anyway?" she asked again, still sleepy.
"It's almost seven," she answered and stopped in front of the mirror to brush her hair.
"What a quite long nap I just had," she remarked as she stood up from the couch. "You're going to dinner with George?"
Pattie nodded her head, and her perfect golden hair bounced gracefully on her shoulders. "Yes, why?" she answered.
"What will Eric say about that?" asked Prudence with a smirk on her tired face.
"Oh, Prudence, don't be silly!" said Pattie with a chuckle. "He won't find out. After all, it's only a friendly dinner. I'm engaged with Eric."
"You mean, semi-engaged with Eric?"
"They're just the same."
"Whatever." Said Prudence as she rolled her eyes and walked to the bathroom. "I'm going to have a nice bath. Have fun with George, okay? But not too much!"
Pattie chuckle as she walked to the door. "Oh, I will, Prudence," she answered with a wink. "Bye!" She walked out of the room, and closed the door.
Prudence didn't go to the bathroom. She walked to the telephone instead. She pressed the buttons, and waited for someone to answer her call. She leaned her body against the wall, and curled her hair with her index finger.
"Hello?" answered an old woman's voice.
"Mrs. O'Connor!" said Prudence and smiled sweetly, although she knew that Christian's mother couldn't see her lovely smile. "Hello! How are you? This is Prudence."
"Oh, hello, Prudence, dear," greeted Mrs. O'Connor warmly. "I'm fine thank you. And you? I heard that you're in London. How's everything going?"
"I'm just as fine as you are, Mrs. O'Connor," she answered kindly. "Oh, yes, I'm in London. It had been a hard day's night." She winked, and chuckled.
"You must be very happy!" said Mrs. O'Connor after chuckling with her. "Meeting The Beatles and shooting in a film together with them."
"Oh, yes! I'm very happy and excited, Mrs. O'Connor!" she said and nodded her head. "I'm having a small part in the movie; as a schoolgirl fan. All I must do is act natural and excited when I met The Beatles. A very easy role, I assume."
"That sounds very exciting, Prudence, dear," said Mrs. O'Connor with interest. "Do you want to talk to Christian?"
"That's why I called your home, Mrs. O'Connor," said Prudence. "To talk to Christian."
"I see," she said and laughed. "Hold on."
A few seconds later, Prudence heard Christian's handsome voice on the telephone.
"Hello, Christian," she greeted him back. "What are you doing?"
"I was having dinner," he said. "And you?"
"Doing nothing," she answered. "I just had a nap. Quite a long nap, actually. Never mind. What did you do all day?"
"I just stayed at home and waiting for your calls," he said. "And you?"
"On set of the film."
"Right." He chuckled. "Prudence, I have to tell you something."
"What is it about, Chris?"
"I'm going to visit you on Monday," he said. "My parents allowed me to visit you, but only for three days. I'll be going to the set of the movie with you, too!"
An excited smile crawled to her face. "That sounds fab!" she said. "I can't wait for your arrival, love! I'll introduce you to John, Paul, Ringo, and George! I bet you'll love them just as much as I do!"
Mrs. O'Connor called him on the phone, and he answered him.
"Sorry, I must go now," he said. "Call me again tomorrow morning."
"Okay." She said, quite disappointed. "Goodbye, Christian."
"Bye, Prudence," he said warmly. "I love you."
"I love you, too."
She hung up, and let out a sad sigh. Beth and Emma went out of the bedroom looking very pretty. She decided to have a quick shower instead of a relaxing one.
A few minutes later, she came out of the bathroom and wearing her clothes. Her wet hair was gently resting upon her shoulders. She saw Beth and Emma sitting on the couch while reading magazines with serious looks on their faces. Someone suddenly knocked on the door, and she answered it.
Her eyes widened when she saw who just knocked on the hotel room. Ringo was standing before her, with his handsome baby blue eyes looking at her intense eyes. There were John and Paul standing behind him wearing suits.
"Good evening, Prudence," greeted Ringo sweetly.
"G-g-good evening, Ringo," she greeted him back shyly. "What are you doing here?"
"George is out with Pattie, so me and the boys decided to take you and the rest of the girls out," he said. "Would you like to go dancing with us?"
She took a peek at John who was standing behind Ringo with a mysterious look on his face. He raised his eyebrows at her, and she knew that he was playing hard to get. She looked at Ringo, and nodded her head.
"Sure, why not?" she answered. "I'll get the girls, first. Wait here."
She walked inside the room, and walked to her friends.
"Do you girls have anything better to do than reading those stupid magazines?" she asked her friends.
"Yes, we do," answered Beth, busy reading the magazine.
"Very well, then," said Prudence as she slowly walked towards the door. "I suppose that I have to just go out dancing with Ringo, John, and Paul alone."
"WHAT?" exclaimed Beth and Emma, and they immediately jumped from the couch. "They're here?" they asked.
She nodded her head. "And they're asking me if the two of you and I want to go out dancing with them," she said. "You two are busy. I should go alone."
"Oh, no, we're not!" insisted Emma. "We were just…reading magazines. And we're not busy!"
"Hurry up, and grab your coats and purses, girls," said Prudence. "I won't wait for you."
Emma and Beth grabbed their coats and purses, and wore them. Prudence wore her coat, too, and didn't bring her purse. The three girls walked out of the hotel room, and Prudence closed and locked the door behind them.
"Let's go now." She said.
The girls walked down the hallway with Ringo, Paul, and John. Beth walked with Ringo, Emma walked with Paul, and Prudence was walking with John. Her hair was still wet, and she felt cold although she was wearing her warm coat. John was walking beside her, and his hands were inside his pockets.
"So…did ye call yer boyfriend again?" he asked her as they walked towards the lift.
"Yes, I did," she said. "He told me that he's going to visit me on Monday. I would like you to meet him. He's a very nice lad, and I'm sure you're going to like him. Oh, and be nice to him, please."
"Of course, I will." He said with a smirk.
After taking the lift to go to the lobby, they walked out of the hotel, and walked down the cold evening street of London. They were chattering about as they walked to the club that Ringo, John, and Paul were going to take them.
"Ah, here it is," said Paul, and they stood in front of a club. The guard saw Ringo, John, and Paul, and he let them (and the girls) in. There was a band playing in the club, and everyone was drinking, dancing, and smoking.
Ringo held Prudence's hand, and he walked her to the dance floor.
"Ringo, I don't dance very good," she said to him out loud. "I'm a bad dancer, if you must know."
"I bet you're not," he said, and pulled her closer to him. Their bodies touched, and their faces were quite close. She chuckled, and looked at his handsome light blue eyes.
They both danced together on the dance floor, and he twirled her around. They exchanged laughs and smiles, and were having a splendid time.
"You're not a bad dancer at all, love!" he remarked, and she giggled.
They were having a fab time dancing together until John tapped Ringo on the shoulder.
"Can I be Prudence's partner for this dance?" he asked.
"Sure." Said Ringo, and left Prudence with John.
John looked at her with an eyebrow raised. He held her hand, and couldn't help to think that her hand was very soft—softer than Cynthia's.
Her cheeks turned pink when he pulled her closer to him until their bodies touched. She set her other hand on his shoulder, and she was a little bit surprised when she felt his hand on her waist.
"Relax, love," he said with a handsome smile on his face, "I'm just holding your waist, that's all."
"Of course," she answered shyly.
They slowly moved on the dance floor, following to the beat of the music. She didn't dare to look at his eyes, so she looked at his ear. His shiny hair was covering half of his ear. She swooned silently, and melted in his embrace.
"What are ye lookin' at, love?" he asked her, curious.
She suddenly met his handsome brown eyes, and she knew that it would be very impolite to break eye contact. She stayed looking at his eyes while explaining to him what she was looking at.
"I was looking at…the bar," she lied. "It's all shiny with shiny glasses, and all."
He chuckled lightly, and ended it with a handsome and cheeky grin. He was looking at her deeply, and she could see sparkles on his eyes. Her cheeks turned red, and a chuckle escaped from her mouth.
"What are you looking at, John?" she asked him kindly with a sweet smile on her face.
"Nothing but your eyes," he said, and pursed his lips. "They are…different. This morning, your eyes are blue, and now they are gray. Do you use contact lenses?"
She shook her head. "No, I don't," she said. "I'm very scared to wear those."
"Your eyes change color, as if it is a kaleidoscope!" he said, still observing her eyes. "This is interesting! Very interesting, actually!"
She couldn't believe that he was telling her about her eyes. She couldn't also believe that he thinks that her eyes are very interesting. She couldn't tell either if her eyes change color. She better have a look at them after this.
After another rounds of dancing, Ringo, John, and Paul walked the girls back to their hotel room. They had an amazing time, and they fell much more in love with the musicians. Especially Prudence.
On the way back to the hotel, John kept on talking to Prudence. He still didn't like her and still thought that she's a drag because of her studious looks, but he's very interested with her eyes. They turned light blue, again.
He didn't ask her anything that could make her babble about boring and stupid things. He asked her what are her favorite hobbies, singers, movies, actors and actresses. She answered his questions politely, and when John whispered on her ear, saying: "Are you a virgin?" her cheeks immediately turned pink. She looked at him, and broke the eye contact. She shyly nodded her head, and bit her lip.
"Ye don't have to be shy about that, love," he said with a giggle. "I was a virgin once, you know?"
She chuckled. "Of course," she nodded her head. "And you've lost it when you got married with Cynthia."
He shook his head. "No. I lost it before I got married with Cyn," he said. "She got pregnant when I was in Hamburg…but I used…you know. Never mind."
A thought suddenly hit her. What if Julian is not John's real son? What if Cynthia had sex with another man while John was in Hamburg because she was very lonely?
She shook her head, but those questions were still haunting her. She tried hard not to think about them, and she slowly forgot about it.
Ringo, John, and Paul walked the girls until the front door of their hotel room. It was quite strange, you know? Not a single fan screamed and chased the famous musicians.
"Good night, boys," said Emma to them with a wide smile on her lovely face. "We had fun tonight."
"A very fun night for us," added Beth with a nod.
A wide smile crept to Paul's face, and he stood beside Emma. He whispered something on her ear that made her smile turned into a grin. She nodded her head, and he planted a kiss on her cheek.
Beth and Prudence looked at Emma with wide eyes, and couldn't believe what they saw. Prudence turned to look at John, Paul, and Ringo.
"Thank you for making our evening fun, boys," she thanked them kindly.
"You're welcome, Prudence," said Paul with a handsome wink that made Emma swooned.
"Can I take you out for dinner tomorrow night, Beth?" asked Ringo to Beth.
An immediate nod was Beth's answer to Ringo's request, and he told her that he'd pick her up around seven-thirty. Beth and Emma walked inside the room first, and closed the door.
"You boys go down first," said John to his bandmates. "I'll catch you up in three minutes."
"Okay, John," said Paul with a grin and looking at Prudence. "Take your time. Come on, Ringo."
He and Ringo walked to the lift, and went down to the lobby.
"Good night, now, Prudence," he said to him kindly.
"Good night, John," she said to him back shyly. "I had a fun time tonight. Thank you."
"Sweet dreams."
"You too."
She walked inside, and closed the door. A perfect day that ends with John telling her good night and sweet dreams.