John's POV
I arrived at the set on time. I was in a nightclub, and the film crews were there. I saw Ringo talking to a pretty blonde bird, and George was sitting down on the chair while smoking his cigarette. I walked to him, and sat beside him.
"Hey, John," he greeted me as I sat beside him.
"'Ello, George," I greeted him back, and I pulled out a cigarette from my pocket. He lighted my cigarette, and I took a meaningful drag of smoke.
"There are many pretty birds here, don't you think so?" I asked him as I looked at a pretty blonde bird with dark brown vest.
"Yes, John," he said with a nod.
"Have you seen Paul?" I asked him.
Before he could answer, the door opened, and I saw Paul and Prudence walking in to the nightclub. There was a very wide and beautiful smile on her face, and a cheeky smile on Paul's face. Something must've happened with them this morning. I still couldn't forget what I saw the other day in the park.
"There he is," said George with a chuckle.
Paul and Prudence walked toward us with smiles on their faces. They greeted us, and sat down. George asked her if she wanted to sit beside him, and she said yes.
I looked at Paul, and he looked at me back with a puzzled look on his face.
"Yes, John?" he asked me.
I leaned closer to him. "Am I missing something?" I asked him.
"What do you mean, John?" he asked me.
"Your relationship with Prudence," I said. "What's going on, Paul?"
He chuckled. "Nothing's going on, John," he insisted with a chuckle. "Are you suspecting something, mate?"
"Yes, because you're a well-known ladies' man," I said.
He laughed. "John, you are a very funny lad, don't you know that?" he said to me, and he set his dirty hand on my shoulder. I pushed his hand away, and looked at him with a serious look on my face.
"Yes, I know," I said with a smirk. "If I weren't funny, you wouldn't be around the band. I know that my funniness and wittiness makes you stay in the band."
He laughed, and rolled his eyes. "Nothing's going on between me and Prudence, John," he said again kindly. "Nothing at all."
"Sure." I said, and looked at Prudence.
She was talking with George, and I overheard what they were talking about. George was asking her where was Pattie, and she said that Pattie was still asleep. He asked her more questions about Pattie like what are her favorite movies, books, songs, celebrities, flowers, and more.
When she laughed, she moved her gaze, and her electric blue eyes met my eyes. Her cheeks turned pink, and immediately looked at George again.
"Everyone in their costumes?" asked Dick as he sat on his chair behind the camera.
"Yes," everyone answered.
"Okay, then, places everybody!" he said, and everybody went to their places. Some went to the bar, some went to the dancefloor, and some went to the tables.
"Lights, cameras, and…action!" he cued.
Our song, called I Wanna Be Your Man, began to play. In this scene, we were supposed to dance in the nightclub and just have fun. Socialize, dance with pretty birds, drink, dance with pretty birds, sit down, and dance with pretty birds.
Ringo danced with the bird he was talking to, George danced with a black-haired bird, while Paul and I sat on the table we sat. Prudence was there, and she was drinking the club soda while bobbing her head to the beat of the music and singing to the lyrics of the song.
I talked to the pretty bird with dark brown vest. Her name was…Lucy, I think. I forgot. I love Lucy's hair and lovely green eyes—she somehow reminded me of Cyn. She hadn't called me in ages.
I saw Prudence being asked by a dark-haired lad to dance with him. She nodded her head, and walked to the dance floor with him. She danced with him to the beat of music, and I knew that she was having a grand time with that prick.
I saw them talking, and laughing. Paul seemed that he didn't notice that his secret lover was talking to another man. I looked at Prudence, again, and he leaned over to kiss her, but she pushed him away from her. I smirked, and apparently, I wasn't listening to what Lucy was talking about.
"John, are you listening to me?" Lucy asked me.
I looked at her, and smiled at her kindly. "Of course, I am, love," I lied to her. "Every single words that come out from your beautiful mouth."
She giggled, and her cheeks turned pink. She waved her hand in front of my face. "Oh, stop, John," she said, giggling.
I grinned at her. I looked at Prudence and the man again. They weren't in the dance floor anymore. She was back on the place she was sitting a few minutes ago. She looked very angry, although there was a wide smile on her face as she bobbed her head to the beat of the music.
"Excuse me, Lucy," I said to Lucy as I stood up from the chair. "I've to make an important phone call."
She looked at me with an eyebrow raised. "Is that part of the script?" she asked me.
"Yes." I lied to her.
I walked to the bar, and asked the bartender if I could borrow the telephone. He dragged the telephone out of the counter under the table, and gave it to me. I pressed the numbers to a very important person I knew, but I haven't met.