Early Morning, 7 February 1964,

I was up in my room, pacing the floors with a thermos full of coffee in one hand and a small letter written by Tony to me(the one with instructions on what to do at the airport) in the other. I hadn't been able to sleep at all the night before for a handful of reasons. For one, I hadn't entirely gotten over being sick, in fact I still had a cold and a stuffy nose which made it hard to sleep. For two I don't exactly, how do I put this? Trust planes. I mean I know they say your more likely to die in a car crash than in a plane crash, but tell that to my dad and Buddy Holly. And lastly I was about to go to a country I'd only dreamed about going to, a country which I believed with all my heart would be loads better than the one I'd lived in for my entire life.
I was playing that Drifters song "I Count the Tears" you know the one that goes "And Nah na na na na late at night" lowly on my turntable for no reason except for the fact that the chorus was stuck in my head. I would've tried strumming along with my bass guitar but I didn't want to get it out of it's case which was propped next to my trunk and small book bag. Outside I heard Thompson messing around with the car(he was horrible when it came to fixing anything).
I picked up the small pass and pinned it onto my sweater right next to my pin that read 'If You Knew Peggy Sue' with a picture of Buddy Holly below it. When I had finished, the car had started and I heard Thompson walk inside. I picked up my bags and ran downstairs, heart fluttering.
"Ready Peggy?" Thompson asked, a good natured grin on his face.
"Sure am Thompson. You know the way to Heathrow right?" I replied, trying to hide how nervous and excited I felt.
"By heart." He reassured, taking my bags as I followed him out the door.
It wasn't long before we we're on our way. London's almost three hours from Liverpool, and while I had time to sleep, I once again found it impossible. I hadn't seen the boys and Cher in almost a whole month and whileI knew they'd all be the same as always I was still curious as to how they'd act around me. I must've looked as nervous as I felt because Thompson turned down the radio(which wasn't playing anything worth remembering) and started talking.
"You know Peg, you're really brave doing this. Going to a foreign country all by yourself and going to face on of your biggest fears to support your friends. I'm proud."
"Oh come on Thompson, that's nothing. I've flown before. It's no big deal." I had forgotten about the plane thing until Thompson had to go and remind me all about it.
"Well I know your uneasy about that, and that's perfectly explainable considering what-"
"Oh no Thompson, it's fine trust me. Dad's plane crashing was the best thing that ever happened to both this country and I. If that plane never crashed, this one would never be taking off with me on it."
"Well that's one way to think of things. I swear Margret I've never meant a person who has a better way of looking at the positives than you."
I blushed. "Stop it Thompson, you know I hate being called Margret."
"Would you prefer Margret Susan? How about Meggie?"
"No stop it!" I laughed. "You sound just like him. He made up calling me Peggy but then couldn't stop calling me Margret."
"And you've always hated Margret."
"Naturally." I grinned. "It'd be like if I started calling you Eugene."
"Oh that's not even fair. Margret's cute." Thompson argued. I could never figure out why, but he loved my real name. It took me a few years to set him straight on it. I'd die if anybody else knew my real name was Margret.
"Peggy's cuter, and Peggy Sue makes a lot more sense than Margret Susan, and I'm Peggy Sue." I pointed out.
We argued about names and which was worst, Eugene or Margret until we reached the airport, Heathrow. I was glad we were early, as there already was a huge crowd of screaming and crying girls, all waiting to see us off. It was utterly mad, and I looked out the window bewilderedly. I didn't usually see the heart of Beatlemania like this. Sure I'd dealt with Apple Scruffs, the gals who hung around Abbey Road for no reason other than in vain hope at getting the glance and recognition of a Beatle. But this was different. This was huge. It was almost scary scary with all those girls carrying on like wild banshees.
We meant Mal and Tony where they told us too, and once we were inside the airport they lead us to Eppy, Cher, and Neil who were all in there own little group.
"Well look whose made it, what's wrong Peggy? Fan's got your tongue?" Neil asked looking up as we approached. Mal smiled good-naturedly, he'd never minded me to much and respected me probably more than anyone else.
"Nah she's just a little freaked out, she's not used to it yet. Don't worry Peggy, I won't let them do anything to you, or anyone."
"Well she better get used to it pretty quickly, because it's only going to get worst. Expect a whole lot of crazy love." Neil told me.
"Well it is stupid out there. Don't they have lives outside of stalking someone else's? I mean where are their parents?" Cher added. She was dressed fancier than I was, wearing a nicer dress and coat and all with her hair pinned up. I guessed that Eppy had made her do all that, because she looked unlike herself and kinda unhappy about it and I felt a little bad.
"Cher." Eppy warned. He was looking at a clipboard intensely and complaining about something with Thompson who kept looking up and asking questions trying to act intrigued.
She sighed. I waved a little, not sure if I should say much.
"So how was France?" I asked, I had been curious.
"Same as here kid. Nothing much happened really. Just a room and a car, a car and a room and a room and a car."
I laughed. "Well Liverpool was a bore as usual. You're so lucky your out of school."
"Yeah it always was a bit of a bore. Did you here Cyn's coming?"
"Really? Is she bringing Jules?"
"Peggy you saw that crowd. Do you want to witness hordes of teenage suicides? What do you think?" Just as Cher spoke I heard a voice interrupted our conversation.
"Looky whose here first!" John, with Cynitha in hand walked up to us, Mal and what seemed to be the entire London police force behind them.
"Wow, that's amazing Johnny. Too bad I left my golden stars at home." Cher rolled her eyes but she was smiling.
"It is a first." I agreed.
"Oh shut it you lot, your just jealous." John said. He seemed hyper, which was always a good sign.
"John what did I tell you about holding hands?" Eppy barked. "You don't want everyone thinking somethings going on between you."
Cynthia mutter sorry and tried to let go but John kept a strong hold on her and rolled his eyes. "Oh where would you get an idea like that? We all know it's Meggie who my heart belongs to."
"Meggie?" Cynthia and the rest of them all looked up confused and I felt my face turn red.
"Yeah, ol' Meggie over their, Margret." John pointed to me. "That's her name you know."
"What?! Peggy your names Margret? Thats-that's hilarious." Cher laughed.
"How do you even get Peggy out of Margret?" Neil wondered. "That doesn't make much sense. "
"I don't know, ask her." John smiled to me and I felt my hands roll into fist.
"Oh stop it you, your making her upset." Cynthia said nudging him. Just then George, followed by his parents walked up to our group. I noticed how his eyes lit up when he spotted Cher and he hardly muttered 'hi' to all of us before whispering to her. This was to be expected considering that he wasn't a morning person. I waved to the Harrison's glad the spotlight was taken off of me.
"Hey George did you know that Peggy's names Margret?" Cher wondered.
"No, really?" George turned to me and I gave both John and Cher cold looks. "How do you reckon that out?"
"Did we miss the press conference? I told you we where late Jane, look John's here."
"Paul!" I found myself running to him and tackling him in a hug.
"Oh hi Peggy. Missed you too." Paul chuckled hugging me.
"Well way to chose favorites." John scoffed.
"Maybe if you'd kept you're Buddy Holly look and stopped calling me fat, it'd be different" I replied.
"Give me those glasses of yours and I'm sure I could pull it off Meggie."
"Make me Winston."
"Meggie?" Paul gave us a confused look, but only shrugged to Jane.
"Yeah Peggy's real name is Margret." John said. "It was in the letter. She's been lying this whole time."
"Oh I knew that, I didn't know about Meggie."
"That's where Peggy comes from." I explained. John, Paul, Cynthia, Jane, Cher and George all let out "Oh's". I was about to explain more when once again I was distracted.
"See Richie I told you, we're on time." I heard Maureen's voice drift above everyone else's and I went to greet her and Ringo. Out of Jane and Cyn I probably knew her best, she'd always been at the cavern and she'd never minded me. I felt sort of sorry for her, being the girlfriend of the most popular Beatle certainly had it hardships. Now she looked a little banged up, her hair hopping do was falling down and she had a small bruise and scrape on her arm.
"Hi Ringo, hey Maureen, you alright?" I found myself asking.
"Oh yes we're fine Peggy Sue, Just had a little issue with a few fan's that's all." Maureen replied. Ringo, who wasn't a morning person like George simply nodded though he looked a bit ticked off.
"They tried to tear my Maury from me." He smiled simply as Maureen fixed her hair.
"So Margret you were saying." John interrupted, clearly not letting the whole Margret thing go. I sighed.
"Margret?" Ringo and Maureen looked surprised.
"Yes, my real names Margret, Margret Susan and I'm not old enough to change it. But I go by Peggy Sue, because Peggy is a nickname for Margret." I explained. "Your point is Lennon?"
John opened his mouth to say something back but Eppy beat him to it.
"Alright boys you know the drill by now. I expect a good, clean, lightly humorous press conference. And make no mention of the girls, or any of our more than wonderful road crew." He explained. When he said the road crew bit his eyes went to me, and I saw Mal's beam grow wider while Neil nodded to himself.
"Hey is that the Misses? Mind if I take a quick pic?" Some photographer asked John who was still holding Cynthia.
"Yep sure is, and sure thing, take as many as you need." John chirped.
We all stared on in disbelief as John allowed himself to be photographed with his wife and as he signed a magazine for the mans daughter, or so he said.
"You we're sayin' Brian?" He grinned.
Eppy's eyebrows furrowed and his face got all funny. Cher let out a small 'uh oh' before a lady came on and announced that the press was waiting.
"Thanks love." John smiled, batting his eyes at her which caused her to shriek while Cynthia just looked down and sighed.
"He's in one of those moods again. It's not you you know." I heard Paul tell her, for some reason he always seemed to read John better than anyone else. Paul walked pass me and ruffled my hair before following John and Ringo out the door. George whispered something to Cher that made her smile and I caught his bandmates 'told you so' stares.
And then just like that they were gone again, leaving Cher, Cynthia, Maureen, Jane and I all alone with just the road crew. Eppy left to make a phone call and to collect himself and we all took to sitting outside of the press room wondering when we were going to be allowed in.
A few moments later a man came over to us and told us we were all allowed in, though he looked hard at me.
"You sure she's with you guys? Is she like a little sister or something?" He asked.
"Positive, she's with us." Maureen answered taking my hand and moving me pass her.
"No, she only has a pass the size of a small country on her sweater." Cher added with her typical wit, backing me up literally.
"Ah right, and a Buddy Holly fan eh? That's ironic." The man tried to act friendly but I wasn't in the mood.
"No, John and them love that American stuff too."
He nodded and let us through quickly. We we're corralled into a large room full of people talking, snapping photos, eating food and doing fifty million other things at once. The smoke in the room made it hard to breathe and gave it a hazy feel. It was like a dream, and it was a while before I found the boys who where sitting at a large table on a small stage. I could see why they always thought they were treated like they seemed content, each smiling and cracking jokes in that way of theirs. I smiled and tried to wave before tripping over a large chord and tumbling into camera and causing it to fall over.
See there's just some things you can't trust a Peggy, or a Margret to do.

Alright everybody I know you're all probably like, what? a update already? But I couldn't wait for this chapter, it was too fun and important to wait, and I like honestly couldn't sleep until I finished it, so I hope you all like it. And if you don't, tell me, because as I said, I love it when ya'll are critical. So yes, there are a lot of characters in this chapter, but I got carried away with the girlfriends and such(don't worry, as you hard core fans know, only the lovely Cynthia get's to stay with us, and she only stays in New York with our lads for a bit) and yeah. Oh and Crash thank you so much for yet another review, I actually was leaning in that direction with Paul, and your ideas fab(Paul's sort of pities Peggy as you probably all know by now).
But anyways all you reviewers and readers really make my day, and mean a ton to me so thank you once again for inspiring me to type out another chapter. Oh and you all should look up "I Count the Tears" if you like slow oldies, it's a really sweet song.
Oh and just a little random fun fact, did you know that George, yes supposedly shy little sweet George was actually the lady's man of the group? Even had a 'spiritual' fling with Maureen once. (Okay you probably didn't need to or want to hear that, sorry! I'll stop now before this becomes a whole page of useless Beatles facts)

Oh and last thing, the last chapters name is based on a Buddy Holly song, not me being lazy or anything, that just occurred to me now for some reason.