The next morning at five-thirty just as Prudence walked out of her room after waking up from her sleep, the telephone suddenly rang and she immediately answered it.
"Hello?" she began as she sat down upon the table near the telephone.
"Prudence, are you and your friends awake?" asked Mr. Lester on the phone.
"I think I'm the only one who is awake," she answered. "What's wrong, father?"
"We need you back on the set," he said. "Something went wrong when we played the part when the boys played I Should Have Known Better. Be there at the train station by six, and don't be late." His voice was stern.
"Okay," she nodded her head, "we'll be there by six. Bye, father."
"Bye, Prudence," he answered. "I'll see you later."
She hung up, and quickly went to the bedroom to take a bath, brush her teeth, comb her hair, and wear her clothes. After she did all those things, she walked to her friends' rooms. She woke her friends up, and none of them wanted to get up from bed. She started screaming that there were The Beatles in their hotel room, and her friends immediately woke up with surprised looks on their faces. They walked out of their bedrooms, and asked Prudence where The Beatles were.
"They're on the train station, and we should be there, too," she answered with a smirk. "Now get your asses in the bathroom before I cripple you with my bare hands! And I mean it!"
"What for?" asked Emma while wiping the sleep from her eyes.
"Something went wrong, and we need to shoot the scene again," she answered. "We need to be there by six, now hurry up, ladies! If you won't be back here in fifteen minutes, I will leave you."
They groaned, and Emma and Beth went inside the two bathrooms. Pattie waited with Prudence in the living room with a cigarette between her fingers.
"How was dinner with George?" asked Prudence slowly, and looking at Pattie with kind eyes.
"It went fine until I accidentally broke a goddamn heel!" said Pattie as she gently touched her ankle. "And where did you go last night?"
"Oh, erm…John, Paul, and Ringo asked us to go dancing with them last night," she said. "I had a ball! Perhaps, the most wonderful night I've ever had or so far! I'm not so sure."
"With whom did you dance with?"
"I danced with Ringo, and then with John. From that on, John and I didn't change partners," she answered. "Quite strange, don't you think?"
"No, I don't find it strange," said Pattie with interest. "I find it romantic. How did John look at you, Pru?"
Prudence's cheeks turned pink. "Oh, I don't know, Pattie," she answered shyly. "I didn't dare to look at his eyes. I was looking at someone's hair behind him, I think."
"George and I had lots of eye contacts, last night," said Pattie with a little sigh. "Quite romantic for a friendly dinner, I say."
Prudence looked at Pattie with serious eyes, and she didn't want something intimate to happen between Pattie and George. Pattie was engaged with Eric, and she must be loyal to him.
"Pattie, are you sure about marrying Eric?" she asked.
"Why are you asking me that question, Prudence?" she asked her back.
Prudence pursed her lips, and shook her head. "Nothing, Pattie," she answered. "Never mind what I asked you."
The four girls walked to the train station, and wore their schoolgirl uniforms with their hair and make-up done. Prudence often saw Pattie and George talking to each other, and that annoyed her very much. She didn't know why. But she didn't interrupt Pattie and George's conversation.
"Places, everyone!" said Mr. Lester as he sat down on his chair with the script on his laps. Everyone went to their places, and prepared for him to say "Action!"
"A Hard Day's Night scene two, take fifteen!"
"And…action!"
The music started to play, and the boys pretended to play their musical instruments following the music. It took them ten tries and two breaks—it was very tiring. But they didn't mess up on the eleventh try, and they were very happy and relieved.
Prudence was walking down the hallway, and suddenly stopped when she saw Pattie and George in a corner talking to each other. She leaned against the wall so they wouldn't see her "eavesdropping". She leaned her ear closer so she could hear clearly.
"What are you doing here?" someone suddenly asked her, and she was very startled. She was very relieved when it was John who startled her.
"Just leaning against the wall," she answered him while pushing her hair behind her ear.
"No, you're eavesdropping!" he said while pointing his finger to her.
"Hush!" she said and covered his mouth with her palm. She couldn't believe what she did, and she uncovered his mouth.
"I'm sorry, John," she apologized to him, and looked away from his handsome eyes. "Please, forgive me."
He stood in front of her. "I'm not going to harm you or anything," he said with a chuckle.
"Can you keep your voice down, please, John?" she asked him anxiously.
He raised his eyebrow, and looked at her with a serious look on his face.
"No, why?" he answered, and she rolled her eyes.
Suddenly George and Pattie stood beside them, and Prudence was very startled and she almost screamed. But she quickly covered her mouth with both of her palms tightly.
"What's wrong, Prudence?" asked George.
Prudence uncovered her mouth, and fixed her skirt.
"Nothing, George," she answered nervously. "You and Pattie startled me." She gave a nervous chuckle and smiled at him.
"What are you doing here, Pru?" asked Pattie, curious.
Prudence's palms started to sweat, and it was very uncomfortable. Her legs trembled, and her lips couldn't stop shaking.
"John and I were talking," she said nervously and pushed her hair behind her ear.
"Talking about what?" she asked again with her high voice.
Prudence rested her hands on her waists, and looked at Pattie with an eyebrow raised.
"It's none of your business, George and Pattie," said Prudence, and held John's hand. "Now, will you please excuse us? John and I need to speak a few important things privately." She and John walked away, and she knew that she was being obnoxious—but she didn't care, anyway.
She let go off his hand from hers when they were quite far from George and Pattie. She let out a relieved sigh, and leaned against the wall.
"Why did you lie to them?" asked John.
She bit her lip, and a groaned escaped from her mouth.
"Pattie is engaged, and she shouldn't be fooling around with George!" she finally said. "If she ends the engagement…her fiancée would be hurt so very bad! I tried to stop her for being too close with George."
He crossed his arms, and looked at her with a serious look on her face.
"Do you want to know what I think?" he asked, and she nodded her head as an answer. "I think, that you're being nosy."
"Me? Being nosy?" she demanded. "I am just trying to save someone's engagement, John! I am certainly not being nosy!"
"You are."
"No, I'm not!"
"Yes, you are."
"No, I'm not!"
"Yes, you are!"
"No, I—AM—NOT!" she insisted and stomped her foot. "Now, I'm being childish!" She walked away from him very fast with a disappointed look on her face.
She kept on walking, and walking, and walking until she bumped Ringo very hard and she fell down to the floor.
"I'm sorry, Prudence," he apologized to her, and helped her stand up. "I wasn't watching where I was going."
"I wasn't, too," she said as she held his hand and stood up from the rugged floor. She fixed her skirt, and then looked at Ringo.
"Are you okay?" he asked her.
She nodded her head. "Yes, I am fine," she answered. "Rather infuriated, though."
"By what?" he asked her.
"You mean whom?"
"I suppose." He said. "Walk with me?"
She nodded her head, and held his hand on her palms. "John infuriates me!" she said and she frowned. "I got stuck in a childish argument with him!"
"What were you arguing about with him?"
"About George and Pattie," she admitted. "He told me that I was being too nosy, and I told him that I wasn't. He said I was, and I said no. And that was how we started the argument. Now do you think it's childish, Ringo?"
He shrugged his shoulders, and pursed his lips. "I don't know," he said.
"But do you think that I'm being nosy about George and Pattie's relationship?" she asked him.
He shook his head. "No, I don't think that you were being nosy," he said. "You really care about Pattie's engagement, do you?"
"Yes! I care about her engagement very much!" she answered, and covered her face with her palms while shaking her head. "I don't know how to explain this! Must I leave Pattie alone?"
He shrugged his shoulders. "Just do what you think that it's right," he said to her with his handsome light blue eyes. "If you can't stop Pattie, well then…just let her be."
She suddenly flew to Ringo and gave him a warm, friendly hug. Her cheeks suddenly turned red, and stopped hugging him. She chuckled, and looked at him shyly.
"Oh, Ringo, I didn't mean to fly to you," she said. "I'm sorry—terribly sorry! Oh, dear."
He held her arms on his palms, and looked at her with kind eyes. "Hey, it's all right," he said. "Anything for my little friend." He winked at her.
"How should I ever repay you if things work out perfectly?" she asked him.
"Fly to me again," he said with a chuckle.
"Gladly, Ringo!" she said excitedly. "Thank you for the advice, Ringo."
"I hope it turns out good, love."
"Me too."