AN: I hope you're enjoying this story and these parts!
I watch as more and more girls, and few boys and adults, pile into the large auditorium to find their seats and wait for the beatles to appear on the curtained stage. I eventfully finish off the popcorn while watching the rows of seats being filled and I look to the clock to see the minute hand inching more towards the big 12, it's almost 5. A blonde girl and another one with raven hair take seats next to me and we share smiles.
"Hi I'm Carey, what's your name?" the blonde one introduces herself and we briefly shake hands.
"Courtney."
"It's a pleasure to meet you Courtney, this is my friend Willow. Have you seen them in concert before?" Carey who appears to be very nice says.
"Uh no I haven't, have you?"
"We both have before, they're quite a sight I must say. They make it a party that's for sure." Carey adds on in her British accent and they both sit down after removing their jackets.
"You must not be from here, is that right love?" Carey asks me and I nod my head.
I take a peek at Willow who sits next to me and I swear she somehow looks familiar, but I can't think of how I know her or where from, hmm.
Carey asks where I'm from so I tell her and Willow seems to be either surprised or happy at my revelation.
"Oh really? I have family who lives there, I only see them so often though." she speaks for the first time and she seems even more familiar to me, how do i know her?
"What did you say your last name was?" I question her and she looks to me with her brown eyes that I recognize.
"Nichols." she replies and I turn to look at the stage just as the curtain pulls away to reveal the four men who I was conversing with not even an hour ago.
The volume level drastically changes at their appearance as the hundreds of girls shriek and cheer at seeing them, along with screams of course. The sound doesn't phase me much as I'm lost in my thoughts and I take a look at Willow next to me who looks at the four boys with a smile. There's no doubt about it, she's indeed my great aunt Willow from my mothers side, just wow.
I sigh and look back to the lighted stage to see the beatles in their spiffy suits and with instruments in hand or for Ringo sitting in front of it. They start into 'I saw her standing there' and you for the most part can hear their wonderful voices singing the well known song among Beatles fans. I smile at hearing it and seeing Paul bob his head a bit while singing it, he always gets into it when he sings, I love that about him.
I look around me to see some girls standing with a bizarre look on their faces and some look awestruck, where others are calm and collected.
This is Beatlemania at its finest, huh?
Each song that they sang received great feedback from the excited fans who were screaming and some crying even. After they finished the song everybody clapped and the four men had proud, happy grins on their faces along with their sweat streamed faces. I savored every moment of being attendance at that show, well I certainly didn't enjoy the screaming piercing at my ears but I couldn't of done anything about it and I tried my best to block it out.
Paul or John would occasionally speak before a song as they were breathing hard from just having sang and people went crazy at hearing their voices. It was too bad that some of the fans wouldn't shut up even then when they were talking through, I found it disrespect able.
"Thanks for coming, all of you. We hope you enjoyed it, we did." Paul bids at the end of the show and they perform their famous bow before the curtains close and the lights come on for us to see.
"What did you think, Courtney? I thought it was pretty rocking, they're cute boys and ah they're voices." Carey states as we three stand up to stretch as other people do too.
"I thought it was amazing, they sounded so great. I can't find words to explain it." I say with a soft laugh and Carey smiles.
"Are you getting a ride from your parents, love?" she asks as we step out into the walkway and they carry their purses.
"Uh no, I'm going to wait on the stairs for a friend who I'm riding home with." I respond and Carey nods in understanding.
"We can wait with you until they come, if you like." Willow suggests and I think it over but they start walking and I follow them and toss my empty Pepsi once we get by the concessions.
"Who's this friend, love? Is it a boyfriend maybe?" Carey questions and I smile at her talking about Paul like that, what a thought that would be.
"No, just a friend I met today. You don't have to wait with me, they won't be out for awhile I don't think." I tell them as we now stand in front of the steps and I look over Willow who looks so much like my kind of cousin Ali, her daughter.
"Well if you say so then. It was nice meeting you Courtney, have a splendid night love." Carey bids and I flash her a thankful smile.
"Goodnight Courtney, it was fun sitting by you. Maybe we'll see each other again." Willow tells me, she has no idea.
"Goodnight to both of you, and yeah maybe we will." I reply and they give me a smile and a wave before they join the line of mostly girls that's exiting the cinema through the front doors about 30 feet away from me.
I sigh and walk up the steps to sit on the tenth step up and I watch as people make their way out of the building. I rest my head against the wooden railing and fold my hands to rest on my lap as I begin my wait, I wonder how long it's going to take until Paul comes out here to meet me. I must've been tired from the days events and my eyes slowly shut and I nod off surprisingly.
I wake with a start who knows how long later to hear footsteps in the now empty front of the building and voices.
"Do you see her, Ritchie? She should be somewhere 'round here." I hear Paul's slightly worried voice and I see him appear some feet away.
"Shall I go check in the auditorium again?"
"Sure." Paul replies and I grin before his eyes rest on me.
"Aha there you are!" he announces as he comes up the steps and I laugh.
"What's so funny, huh?" he questions and he sits on the same stair across from me.
"You told me to meet you here and then you couldn't find me, I think it's pretty funny." I answer and he smirks.
"Fine, I guess it is funny." he admits.
"You weren't getting worried about me were you?" I question and he puts on a hard look.
"Nah, I knew you had to be somewhere here. You couldn't of been lost on me." he replies and he takes a peek at me and I know he's lying.
"Alright, yeah I was a tad worried I had lost ya. I must've forgotten about us supposed to be meeting here and I dunno how I didn't spot you on these steps earlier." he fesses up and a small smile plays on my lips, it may sound weird but it feels kind of good that somebody would miss me and be worried about me being gone.
"I'm right here and I'm not leaving for anywhere, I don't know this place remember?" I say and he gives me a nod of his head.
"Mmhm. Lets go home then, and have something to eat." he announces and we stand up, dang my butt is all numb from sitting there.
"Hey did you save me any of that popcorn?" Paul asks me as we walk down the stairs and start for the door.
"No, you told me I could have it all." I reply and he looks to me.
"Oink oink." he says and he then laughs.
"I'm kidding love, I know I said that and plus I don't want popcorn now. I think beans on toast is what our supper is going to be tonight." he states and he throws his arm over my shoulder as we still walk and we make it to the same car from earlier that's waiting outside the doors.
I find a spot beside Paul again and the four guys talk amongst themselves while I stay quiet and it's now dark outside. They're no longer dressed in their sharp suits anymore, they changed back into their outfits from earlier. The ride to their apartment was short and we all pile into the house and go our separate ways; George to the kitchen, Ringo and John upstairs, Paul went down the hall and I nervously follow George.
I find him to be digging out a pan from a cupboard and a large can of Heinz bake beans from the cupboard.
"Do you uh want any help with that?" I offer and I stand next to the table now in my bare feet and I wish to change into something more comfortable and laid back.
"Sure, thanks. Would you mind grabbing the bread from the cabinet and getting 5 slices toasted?" he replies and I shyly nod my head and walk towards the cabinet as he now stands at the stove.
I grab the bag of Wonder bread and untwist it to gather 5 pieces of bread like George said and I place two in the toaster for now. The toaster I have at home can hold 4 slices, things surely do change over time. I cock my head to look around the kitchen and in my mind I compare their kitchen to mine at home. Mine has a dishwasher when their's doesn't, and they don't have a microwave oven, just a standard oven. They have a rack for spices and I wonder how great of cooks they are. A white fridge sits against the wall behind me with a handle that you pull forward to open. Different from mine at home, so much is different here in this time.
The two pieces finish so I find plates and place them on there and toast the next two pieces while George patiently stirs the baked beans in the pan.
"Hey Court, helping out George with din are we?" Paul walks in and gives me a smile which I return.
"Yeah, I thought I'd be nice and help." I respond and he nods his head before opening the fridge and closing it with a small carton of milk in hand.
"Do you want one?" he asks me.
"Sure." I respond and he tosses me the white and blue carton which I easily catch and he goes back into the fridge for another.
I open it and take a drink of it before setting it on the counter and replacing the toasted pieces of bread with the very last piece.
"Toast is done, George." Paul casually tells him and he sets his open milk next to mine so he can find the butter dish in the fridge and a butter knife from the drawer.
Paul starts to butter the pieces of toast and I find a knife and help him with it and he flashes me a thankful smile as we do so.
"Beans are done." George declares and he shuts off the burner the pan was on and sets it on a cooled burner that isn't being used.
Paul and I finish buttering the pieces of toast and now 5 pieces of toast that are waiting for beans.
"Ah dinners ready, I see." John says as he enters the occupied kitchen.
"I was wondering when you would come down, you must've smelt it." Paul puts a lightness to his words with a smirk and Ringo next walks in to join us for dinner.