AN: Hey there! Ah I'm sorry that its been so long since my last part, but here I am with another that I'm hoping you'll enjoy! Leave a review if you'd like, I'd love to read what you have to say.
I sit up more in the seat that I now don't find all too comfortable even with its padding and wooden armrests, I feels kind of cramped. I brush those thoughts away and bring my eyes and attention back to the four, familiar men who stand on the stage in front of me. Paul and John appear to be discussing something while Ringo patiently sits at his drum set and George stands distanced away from them with his large, Gretsch guitar that always seemed to big for him. The head songwriters wrap up their talking and plug in their instruments before doing a quick tuning of them and testing it with the strumming of a few chords.
Paul does a counting to four before they bust into the song 'I saw her standing there' and an instant smile appears on my face at hearing Paul's melodic voice sing those lyrics. Hearing a band live is most always better than their recordings, and I'm not doubting that belief the tiniest bit. They sound wonderful and this time I'm not in my bedroom with my iPod playing this song, I've somehow gotten lucky enough to be seeing it live before my eyes. It's still hard to believe, and even though I don't get how this is occurring I'm enjoying it very much.
I prop my elbows to rest on my knees so my chin can rest on my palms as I have a look of complete awe on my face, I'm loving every second of this. I'm enjoying watching George's fingers expertly moving across his fancy guitar and how he joins in with the vocals as harmonies, he looks so young. The cliche 'music to my ears' is appropriate for this situation definitely, because I am certainly not complaining about what I'm hearing.
They end the song and I don't know whether to clap or not, but they start another song before I could make a decision and now my ears hear 'From me to you', which sounds clear as day and lovely as ever.
They shortly finish that song and play a few more familiar songs of theirs before setting their equipment down and so I find my feet and walk down to the stage.
"What'd ya think, Court? I'm hoping that we sounded alright and that our instruments did too." Paul states as he sees me approaching and I smile at him, which he returns.
"Yeah, you sounded fantastic, you really did." my words seem to fail what happy feelings I'm experiencing right now.
"Ta, it's good to hear a fan thinks we sound alright or even better than alright." Paul replies and I just continue to smile like a fool as I'm in daze standing before my crush, I'm unfortunately getting these waves of being nervous in front of my favorite Beatle.
"How about we go get a bag of popcorn and a soda quick, does that sound alright to you?" he suggests.
"Sure." I simply say and he nods his black haired head and goes down the stairs off the stage and he joins me on the large floor and I follow him out of the auditorium to the concessions that I was thinking about earlier when we arrived.
"Do you like a lot of butter, a little butter or no butter on your popcorn?" Paul questions as we now stand at the empty desk, and we gaze at the chalkboard menu to his left since I stand to his right.
"I like a lot, how about you?" I reply with a question for him and I wonder where the employees who should be working the concessions are.
"Ah, we have mutual likes because so do I. Hmm now do you like salt on it too, love?" Paul continues and I watch as he looks around and since he sees that nobody's out here but us he walks behind the desk and finds a red bag for popcorn, size large.
"Paul, what're you doing?" I ask in surprise and he turns to me with a sly grin.
"Well how else are we going to get our popcorn, eh?" he replies and I laugh with a smile and he goes over to the popcorn maker and scoops enough into the bag to fill it.
"Hmm so extra butter and salt, yes or no?" he talks to himself seemingly but then turns to me and I nod my head in answer.
"Alright then, extra butter and salt. What kind of soda would you like, there's Pepsi, Coke and 7 up?" he speaks and I think of the long list of flavors they have in 2012, not only the 3 Paul listed, and from where I'm from we call it 'pop'.
"Hmm what kind are you getting?"
"I am going to have a Coke, what about you?" he replies and I think a second before answering with a Pepsi which he finds a glass bottle of in the fridge that sits against the wall.
I thank him after he hands me the bottle after being nice enough to get the metal cap off and he walks over to the counter to my right where nothing sits and he takes a seat there, I follow him and sit beside him.
"It's has the just right amount of delicious butter and salt. If I wasn't in the beatles, I should work at a cinema making the popcorn." he tells me and I smirk at his words and I take some from the bag he holds, he was telling the truth.
"You're right, you make really good popcorn." I agree and he smiles at me and raises his perfect eyebrows a tad at me, he's so charming.
I take a gulp from my cold Pepsi and munch on some of the divine popcorn and I bounce my feet against the desk on accident. I notice Paul doing it too and I look to him and we both grin as our legs move and hit the wood with a loud thunk, which we seem to be amused by.
"Don't people like work here?" I turn to him to ask and I grab some popcorn from the bag which sits in between us.
"That's what I was thinking, but I dunno, I reckon somebody does because you know somebody has to." he adds on and I smile and set my Pepsi bottle on the desk to my left, it's almost crazy that I'm having such a relaxed conversation with him.
"Hmm." I say and I look around the area here that is empty and will be for another probably 10 minutes until people start arriving for the show, I'm liking this kind of one on one with Paul before he has to return to the limelight where he belongs.
"Where in the states are you from?" he out of nowhere brings up and I look to him to see him looking at me and he flashes me a small smile.
"Uh, up north." I reply and he just nods his head in understanding.
"No siblings, huh?" he brings this question back and I shake my head with no smile as I remember my kind of greedy parents who never made me feel that important.
"Why do you look sad love, is something the matter?" Paul questions and I shake my head quick while I stare at my simple shoes.
"I don't wanna talk about it." I mutter and he sighs in response.
"You can tell me, if you want." he encourages and he takes a pause before the second part of his sentence.
He's nice, caring and I'm comfortable around him but I don't want to bore him with my pathetic life story, i'd rather forget about all of that for now.
"Alright you don't wanna talk about it then, but if you end up wanting to I'm all ears." he tells me and he softly pats my shoulder as a kind gesture.
"Thanks." I state and I look at him and face his soft features.
"Welcome." he replies and I end up getting lost in his butterscotch eyes and he seemed to get lost in my green pair and we share a tender moment.
We get interrupted by Ringo walking up to us and then he appeared to regret his decision.
"I erm hope I'm not stepping in on anything." he apologizes and we tear our eyes from each other and look to innocent Ringo.
"Ah no Ritchie, we were talking that's all." Paul tells him and I look away and bite my lip while mindlessly looking around the empty building, soon it'll be packed I'm sure.
"Good, oh you got some popcorn!" Ringo exclaims and I take a sip from my Pepsi before looking back to them and I see Paul take a peek at me while Ringo munches on the filling popcorn.
"I just overheard John and George in there blabbering about what we should do later tonight after the show, they think we should have a game night. I think it's a gear idea, what do you two think?" Ringo informs and I grab some popcorn from the bag that Ringo had placed back between Paul and I's hips and he now sits to Paul's right with a good handful of popcorn.
"Ah yeah, I think that'd be a fun way to end the night. We can drag some board games out and pig out on food during. How's that sounding to you, Court?" Paul responds and he turns to me.
"Uh sure, that'd be fun." I reply a bit shyly but truthfully and I look away and let my sight wander.
"Game night it is then, what games do you reckon we should play?" he speaks to Ringo and I hear somebody light a cigarette, which I admit I hate the smell of because my mom has always smoked.
"John and George didn't mention any, but maybe Scrabble, Yahtzee or card games." I hear Ringo reply and I stare down at my feet that don't enjoy to be in these uncomfortable shoes, I hope I won't be getting blisters from them.
"Oo I'm already getting excited, I'm gonna kick everybody's bums!" Paul exclaims and I hear the front doors to the auditorium open and I look there to see their manager Brian.
"Hey lads, did the rehearsal go alright?" he asks them and I look to Paul and Ringo who both nod their heads at the question.
"Oh and Brian, this is our friend Courtney we'd like you to meet. Brian, Courtney. Court, our manager Brian." Paul introduces us and I shyly nod my head with a small smile and he does the same.
"It's good to meet you, now boys we need to go backstage and talk over some things before the show starts and fans arrive." he announces and we leap off of the counter and I was going to follow but Paul stays behind a bit and so do I because of him.
"Court, is everything alright love?" he asks me sweetly.
"Mmhmm, thanks for asking." I kind of lie and he seems to be relieved at my answer before we follow the two into the empty auditorium and down the walkway.
"Uh here love, you can have the rest of the popcorn and erm I'd feel more comfortable knowing you're safe if you sat here." he turns to me to tell me and he points to the second row smack dab in front of the stage.
"Okay, good luck with your show." I bid and he smiles at me and I sit in the chair with my beverage and snack as its now just us out here.
"Thanks darling, I hope you enjoy the show. How about we meet on that staircase in front, okay?" he responds and I nod my head before he dashes off to back stage and I look around.
I snack on the still kind of warm popcorn and work on my half drank Pepsi. I leave my spot to use the bathroom quick and while in there I looked over my appearance which I'm content with and I take a deep breath before entering back into the concession area and I find my seat. I sit there and tap my foot before I soon here the doors behind me open and teenage girls walk in with excited looks on their faces, programs in hand with drinks, and being clad in Beatle dresses. I smile at the sight of the first Beatles fans and I can't believe I'm getting the chance to live it rather than being some 2nd generation fan.