Prudence's POV
I was back in the busy streets of London, and I was very relieved of that. I was still in shock of the nearly raped event, and I promised myself that I would never ever be in a place and situation like that. It could've changed my life if John didn't appear.
Speaking of John…how did he know that I was there? His house wasn't near that area, anyway. That's quite strange! Was he following me? Maybe he thought that I was going out to meet Paul! Oh! that silly prick! Thinking that Paul and I are fooling around. What a silly prick.
Speaking of Paul…I met him. But he wasn't alone—he was with Jane Asher. Speak of the devil.
"Good morning, Prudence," he greeted me with a friendly smile on his handsome face.
I stopped walking, and stood in front of them with a friendly smile on my face.
"Good morning, Paul and Jane," I greeted them cheerfully, and pushed a stray of hair behind my ear. "What are you both doing?"
"Paul and I are going to have a walk around here," she said with a wide smile on her pretty face. "Looking for a place to have breakfast."
Paul looked at me with a devilish smile on his face. "And what about you, Prudence?" he asked.
"I'm on my way back to the hotel," I said. "I was having my morning walk alone."
"That sounds very nice, love!" said Jane. "Have you eaten breakfast?"
"No, I haven't," I answered. "I'm not that hungry, anyway."
"Would you like to have breakfast with us?" she asked.
"No, thank you," I said and shook my head. "I don't want to disturb you."
"Oh, no, you won't!"
"Yes, I will. I better go now, anyway," I said, and started walking. "Goodbye, you two. Paul, I'll see you tomorrow." I waved my hand at them.
"Okay." He answered, and they waved at me back.
Oh! I wish I were Jane Asher! She's the prettiest actress I've ever seen! Prettier than Brigitte Bardot! What would it take to look just like her, or even better be her! She's dating one of the world's famous men, having the nicest wardrobe, having the nicest hair, and having the nicest face! And she's just only seventeen, like me! Actresses always have the good shits.
"What are you girls planning to do today?" I asked them when I was back in my hotel room.
"We're planning to do nothing today," said Emma with a sigh. "We just want to stay here, relax, and watch television."
"Well…what are you planning to do, Pru?" asked Beth.
I shrugged. "I don't really know," I said. "Perhaps, just lying down on the bed while listening to what's on the radio."
Pattie sighed. "Why do I feel so tired?" she asked.
"We all feel tired, Pattie," said Emma. "Yes, let us just stay here, and do nothing."
Everyone sighed, and looked at the television. I didn't want to tell them about what happened earlier—you know, the time when I was about to be raped. I don't want to discuss it. I was just reminding you.
I stood up from the couch with a sigh, and walked towards my bedroom door.
"I'll be in my room if you need me," I said, and opened the door. No one answered. I rolled my eyes, and walked in with the door closed behind me.
I took out the small radio from my bag, and put it on the bedside table. I switched to different radio stations, and immediately stopped when the radio station was playing a song by The Beatles, called "From Me To You". The song began to play. I lied down on the bed with my hands below my head. I looked up to the ceiling, and sang along with the band.
"If there's anything that you want,
If there's anything I can do
Just call on me,
And I'll send it along
With love from me to you
I got everything that you want,
Like a heart that's oh so true
Just call on me,
And I'll send it along
With love from me to you
I got arms that long to hold you,
And keep you by my side
I got lips that long to kiss you,
And keep you satisfied oh
If there's anything that you want,
If there's anything I can do
Just call on me,
And I'll send it along
With love from me to you
From me to you
Just call on me,
And I'll send it along
With love from me to you
I got arms that long to hold you,
And keep you by my side
I got lips that long to kiss you,
And keep you satisfied oh
If there's anything that you want,
If there's anything I can do
Just call on me,
And I'll send it along
With love from me to you
To you
To you
To you…"
I clapped my hands by myself with a very wide grin on my face. I was imagining the band performing that song to me.
"Good morning, boys and girls," said the host of the radio station—obviously it was a teenage radio station. "Now that was The Beatles' single in 1963. A nice song, don't you think? Anyway, The Beatles are now filming their very first film featuring them, called A Hard Day's Night. We don't know when the movie will be shown, but we hope it would be soon. Of course, all of you girls, who are listening to this station, are very excited for their first film!"
Yes, yes we are, I thought to myself, and giggled.
"We are going to play songs by The Beatles from now until twelve o'clock," he said. "Have a nice morning, everyone."
A song, titled "Hold Me Tight", began to play.
"It feels so right to hold me tight,
Tell me I'm the only one
And then I might,
Never be the lonely one
So hold (hold)
Me tight (me tight)
Tonight (tonight)
Tonight (tonight)
It's you…you, you, you
Hold me tight,
Let me go on loving you tonight
Tonight,
Making love to only you
So hold (hold)
Me tight (me tight)
Tonight (tonight)
Tonight (tonight)
It's you…you, you, you
Don't know what it means to hold you tight
Being here alone tonight with you
It feels so right now hold me tight,
Tell me I'm the only one
And then I might,
Never be the lonely one
So hold (hold)
Me tight (me tight)
Tonight (tonight)
Tonight (tonight)
It's you…you, you, you
Don't know what it means to hold you tight
Being here alone tonight with you
It feels so right now hold me tight,
Let me go on loving you tonight
Tonight,
Making love to only you
So hold (hold)
Me tight (me tight)
Tonight (tonight)
Tonight (tonight)
It's you…you, you, you
You…"
And then began the song, called "Baby It's You". I don't know why, but I always cry listening to that song. Did I find it sad? Did I find it sweet? I don't know why. The beat of the music is slow…maybe the lyrics touched my heart, and I would easily cry listening to the song. Yes, maybe. By the beginning of John singing, tears dropped from my eyes, and I cried quietly.
"It's not the way you smile that touched my heart,
It's not the way you kiss that tears me apart
Many many many nights go by,
I sit alone at home and I cry over you
What can I do?
Can't help myself
Cause baby it's you
Baby it's you
You should hear what they say about you, cheat, cheat
They say, they say you never never never ever been true
It doesn't matter what they say,
I know I'm gonna love you any old way
What can I do?
When it's true
Don't want nobody, nobody
Cause baby it's you
Baby it's you"
I cried harder during George's guitar solo. I kept on crying, and crying, and didn't stop.
"It doesn't matter what they say,
I know I'm gonna love you any old way
What can I do?
When it's true
Don't want nobody, nobody
Cause, baby it's you
Baby it's you
Don't leave me alone
Come home…"
I finally stopped crying. This song just makes me cry. It touched my heart. The lyrics, the beat, the singer…I wish someone would sing this song to me. I'm hoping for John to sing this song to me, but…perhaps someone in a distant future will.
A few songs played, and I sang along to them. I just couldn't help it. Even though when I don't want to sing along to their songs, I was tempted to sing. Perhaps, I'm not the only one.
By the time when the radio played "Twist and Shout", I was dancing in the room by myself with my eyes closed. It didn't matter, because I was the only one in my room, and no one would see how silly I looked when I dance all by myself. I sang along, and shook my hips. I was bobbing when I head when it was almost the last part.
"Prudence?" asked Beth from the door.
I looked at her, and laughed.
"Yes, Beth?" I said.
"Err..nothing. I was just checking up on you," she said.
I looked at her with an eyebrow raised.
"For how long were you there?" I asked her while fixing my messy hair.
"Since the middle of the song," she said. "I kept on calling you, but you didn't hear. Are you…almost deaf?"
"I will be," I said to her as I walked to her. "Now, I would like to go back having my private concert with The Beatles."
She walked out of my room, and I closed the door behind her.
A/N: Thanks for reading, everyone! Please review!
P.S. I'll publish the next chapter soon...perhaps in a few minutes, or tomorrow.