I'm With the Beatles

I've Just Seen a Face

I landed hard on a tiled surface. My clothes (black knee-high skirt and cream-colored blouse) were still attached and, miraculously, my headband was still stuck to my head! The only thing different were my surroundings: a bunch of screaming young girls and a huge yellow stage! I rubbed my aching head and somehow got up on my feet. The four-piece band started on another song.

"She loves you, yeah, yeah, yeah..." the boys sang in unison.

About three girls beside me fainted and a couple more were screaming at the top of their lungs. One little raven-haired gal was bawling her eyes out! Yes, I was in shock, but mainly from how I got here in the first place!

"Oh, I love you John!" a tall ginger-haired girl cried as the song ended.

"And now for a commercial break." Mr. Sullivan informed the people watching at home.

He finished looking into the camera and went back to the guys. They struck up a brief conversation while the crowd around me begged for more music.

"Sorry, girls, they will be back after the next acts." Mr. Sullivan apologized with sincerity.

All of the females around me either sighed or "aww"ed. I just kept staring into space, wondering if I could ever get back home to the year of 2014!

"Ladies and gentlemen, I give you Georgia Brown and Oliver Kidds!"

For the next three performances, I just stood in the exact same spot. The people around me swayed to their own made up music or mimicked what they saw on stage. One blonde teen nudged me in my side.

"Hey, I can't wait until the boys sing again! Huh?" she squeaked.

I just smiled and nodded at her caked-on-makeup face. She had been crying so much that her mascara was running down her neck! Her side ponytail was limp and the elastic band was loose. She shrugged her shoulders and went to join a small group that was jumping up and down.

"Alright, ladies and gentlemen, once again here are The Beatles!" Ed Sullivan greeted once more.

The crowd grew into a big frenzy for a second time as the quartet sang "I Saw Her Standing There". I looked up to the group: John was transfixed on not eating the microphone, George was picking his guitar like a pro, Ringo was banging the drums as he visited his own little fantasy world, and Paul was scanning the crowd. All of a sudden, Paul's eyes landed on mine as they sung the song's title. I couldn't help but blush as he stared deeply. Then, the song ended and he gave me a quick wink before setting off on the last set.

"You're so lucky! Paul McCartney winked at you!" the blonde gushed in my ear.

The Beatles finished their appearance at the show and were now beginning to leave. Everyone was screaming that the boys were going and that they were already outside. I was then pushed, with the crowd, into the night. A large swarm of cops were blocking off most of the view with wooden barriers.

"Oh my gosh, there they are!" a random girl screamed over the mass hysteria.

I turned my head to where everyone was pointing. Four mop-topped heads curved their way from out of the stage door and into the street. It seemed as if the police had made a makeshift path for the boys to travel through. Now there were five men running alongside each other through the lines. The crowd was getting more restless as they came closer. I was beginning to get pushed into from all sides, and it didn't help that I was shorter than everyone there! The girls all began to shout:

"George!"

"Paul!"

"John!"

"Ringo!"

I was about two people from the pathway when the whole group of girls made a wave my way. Now I was being smushed into everyone!

"Hey, there's a girl under there!" I heard a man yell.

"Well, help her up, you nit!" a British accent recovered.

I really didn't hear much after that, because I was literally covered with about twenty other teenagers! I felt a strong arm tug at my legs and before I knew it, I was on the other side of the barrier.

"Are you okay, sweetie?" Paul asked, concerned as he looked into my eyes.

I didn't know what to say. Triple shockwaves were running through my body now. I was still getting over the fact of where I was, being almost buried alive, and now talking to the cutest Beatle! I just gave Paul the best I could: a mere nod.

"Come on, men! We have to hurry to the Penthouse before it's too late!" the fifth man pressed.

"Hey, why does she get to go with them?" one whiny girl wondered loudly to a man in uniform.

Paul wrapped his arm around my shoulders and led me to the place that they were headed for.

We finally showed up to 59th Street, which was the Playboy Club. Even though I was only nineteen, about to turn twenty in about two months, I couldn't help but blush at the sight.

"Are you sure we're supposed to be here, Murray?" John asked with a bit of amazement.

"Yeah, they made dinner for you boys." the man managed between forced breaths.

"Don't forget that we have this lovely girl with us, too!" Paul quipped at the oblivious DJ.

Murray glanced towards me and frowned, "You know that they only want to see you four and no one else!"

"I don't care! Either she comes with us or we won't be joining them!" Paul growled. Wow, Paul McCartney actually wants me to join them for dinner!

"Okay, but don't come crying to me when the hottest women kick us out!" And with that, Murray walked through the door with John and Ringo on his tail.

George stood with Paul and I and stared at me with content. Paul just gave me a loving smile.

"Um..." I spoke quietly to George. Paul looked at him and a fierce look tried to make its way onto his face.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I was just wondering where you got those clothes from." he laughed a bit.

I looked down at my outfit. It was what I was wearing before I fell through the TV. Although, the cream-colored blouse was dishelved from the "dogpile" earlier and my black skirt had a little rip at the bottom.

"Um...I got these for Christmas?" I guessed. George's mouth formed into an "O" and he nodded with acceptance.

"Well, we better get inside..." Paul started. He was still holding my hand as we entered the golden door.