"Poppy wake up." My uncle sang sitting himself down next to me in the bed.
"No." I mumbled creasing my forehead in a half conscious state, a could feel my head pulsating like a heartbeat from yesterday night.
"We have to go to work." He spoke firmly.
"That's nice." I said unable to fully process what he was saying.
"Well you can stay here, but if you do, I guess you won't be able to see Cynthia and Julian." He spoke sweetly with a condescending undertone, making my eyes shoot open. I really wanted to see Cynthia and Jules, I had missed them terribly.
I had practically helped raise him for the first few months of his life until they moved out to London. Cynthia and I were very close friends, we still phoned each other often, and wrote each other constantly. Since she had stayed in my uncle's house with me for a good portion of her pregnancy all the way up until she left for London, we grew very fond of each other.
"I'm up!" I said slipping out of bed and grabbing onto the clothes I had set out for myself the night before, before passing out cold. My uncle chuckled, getting up from the bed.
"That's what I thought, be ready in ten minutes." He looked at his watch leaving my room.
My jaw dropped and I scrambled to get my things together. Once he had shut the door to the room, I threw my clothes on and did my makeup, packing a book bag filled with things I would need to be an assistant.
"Ready?" My uncle knocked as I was pulling a thin white jacket over my yellow sundress.
"Yeah!" I called grabbing the bag and opening the door. I followed him to the front door into the hallway, wearing a dark pair of sunglasses to hide the bags under my eyes and shield them from the sunlight that I was extra sensitive to this morning.
"Today they're filming until two o'clock, but afterwards a man from tyne tees television is coming for an interview with the boys." My uncle spoke sounding stressed. He often was when the press was involved, he felt he never knew what would happen with the boys and their wits.
We took the elevator downstairs and got ourselves to Brian's car, beginning to drive to our first full day working together again.
He played with the radio dial, finally stopping on an unfamiliar station.
"-Welcome back to Beatle talk here on BBC radio where we give you all the latest Beatles news," the man spoke making me intrigued. I had never heard this segment before.
"Last night Paul McCartney and John Lennon were seen leaving a pub in London around 1am last night with who a source says to be Brian Epstein's new assistant," the man carried on making me wince. I didn't remember much about yesterday night but I did remember the blinding flash of a camera.
"Great." My uncle exhaled.
"Yeah, I mean, the source couldn't have told them my name? I bet it was that Walter guy." I shook my head. When I had been introduced to Walter the producer, I didn't think he bothered much to welcome me at all, though he was a very busy man.
"No Poppy you're missing the point." My uncle readjusted his grip on the steering wheel. I rolled my eyes.
"I know, I know, you'd prefer to keep me from the press, I understand." I sank into the seat.
"For good reason." My uncle spoke authoritatively.
"Oh I bet, I didn't want to be a on a magazine cover anyway." I shrugged dryly looking out the window, seeing we were pulling up to the studio gates.
