I'm With the Beatles

Honey Don't

And like that, she was gone. All of the guys piled out of the interviewer's room. Paul showed me a bright smile and gave me a tight squeeze. The other three gave me a hug as well, but not as personal as Paul's. Murray the K just stared out of the window onto the street.

"Who was here?" Murray wondered.

"Oh, just a woman. I guess that she was lost," I fibbed. I really didn't want the narcissistic lady to show up again.

"Typical. Always saying that they don't know where they are. Really? You ended up right where the Beatles are," Murray complained with bitterness.

"Come on, we need to get to WWDC," George cried. He led us out into the cold air.

The vehicle pulled up, once more, to a small building. This one had a huge sattelite perched atop the surface.

"Why are we here again?" I asked, sighing a bit.

"WWDC happens to be the first radio station in America to play a Beatles record," Murray happily explained.

"That's so cool," I exclaimed. This piece of history that I was witnessing right before my eyes was overwhelming!

"Calm down, Lizzie! We don't want you to explode," Ringo laughed. I just gave him a toothy smile.

"Do you mind staying in the car this time, little girl? The station is much more smaller than where we were just at."

"Okay..."

I noticed Paul tense up and expose a snarl. Feeling sorry for him, I planted a short kiss upon his cheek.

"Thanks, love. I really wanted you to join us."

"Don't worry. Y'all shouldn't be in there for that long. I'll be fine!"

He shrugged his shoulders and followed the men inside. I slid down in the seat and twirled my hair. A couple of cars pulled up, probably trying to catch a glimpse of the Fab Four. I shook them off, not fretting over any small things. But there was one man that made me a bit uneasy. He had black hair and was taller than everyone that was with him.

"Great..." I whispered to myself as I slid down lower. I made sure that they couldn't see me, so I laid on the floorboard.

Who would've known that creeper dude was going to follow us everywhere? I heard some slight conversation, with a lot of cursing. My fingers were crossed as I prayed for my friends to come back.

"They just ran inside! Let's go get the picture of the year and get the hell outta here," the weirdo sneered quietly.

Picture of the year? I thought Associated Press had their allotment of Beatlemania with the epic interview! I sat up and placed my ear against the car door. The shuffling of feet could be heard for a few seconds. Believing that I was all alone again, I lifted my head up to peek out of the window. A group of three, including the creeper, were attempting to catch a glimpse of the four through the glass door. One reporter had a humongous flash camera, heaving it on his shoulder for the time being. I shook my head in disgust and wished that the era had cellphones.

After ten grueling minutes, the group of news people shrugged their shoulders and started to make their way back to their van. I gasped and fell back down to the floor.

"Hmmph. I couldv'e sworn that little Jane Asher was around her earlier," the man sneered to his pals.

Jane Asher? The same "Jane" that was just making small talk to me before I was stuck in this horrid predicament? This sounded very interesting.

"She's probably getting ready for a new acting gig..." I heard a squeaky voice attempt.

This situation seemed kind of fishy to me. Why, all of a sudden, were they worrying about this girl? They must've not needed a picture as badly as they put it out to be, because the group shuffled into their vehicles and sped out of the parking lot, wheels squealing behind. I lifted my head carefully and checked my surroundings. Yep, I was by myself once again. Soon, the front door to the station swung open to expose Murray the K and the snarl on his face. He and my best buddies quickly stepped their way back to the car. I gave Paul a sympathetic grin, but I had a feeling he could see past my mask.

"What's wrong, love?" he wondered aloud, his eyes squinting against my true facial expression of fear.

"Creepers, that's all..." I hurriedly cried, my voice breaking. Paul said no more and shimmied onto the seat next to me. The feeling that radiated from the grasp of his hand overwhelmed me with the sense of butterflies. I sighed with contempt.

"I am so very sorry, dear," he coaxed. His hands were now cupping my face, moving my wispy hair away from my emerald eyes.

I could feel a third hand rubbing the length of my left arm. I managed to break Paul's holding and noticed that it was Ringo petting me.

"Did you want me to stop?" he questioned. I couldn't help but smile at his childlike presence.

"No, that's fine."

He showed an eager grin and continued the consistency. George and John climbed in next, while Murray chose to sit up front with the chauffuer. John looked at Paul with a perplexed face. Paul answered by shrugging his shoulders.

"What happened to you, Lizzie?" George asked. His eyebrows were furrowed into the middle of his forehead.

The engine rumbled to life and we were all off again to places unknown to us five... or maybe just to me. We all bumped against each other time and again as the vehicle barreled down the road.

"Look, I don't understand anything that was going on at the time. That same man that interviewed y'all yesterday came back and was trying to get a picture. There were two other news reporters with him, one carrying a huge camera. They never got a flash, so then they were talking about some girl named Jane Asher. Finally, they just left, but that really scared me. I wasn't sure if they were gonna find and kidnap me!"

As I described my horrific encounter, I couldn't help but notice all the guys make a quick look towards Paul as I mentioned Jane. It was fast and brief, but I still noticed.

"We are so sorry, Lizzie. We promise to take you with us wherever we go from now on," John comforted. George and Ringo nodded in pure agreement. I turned my head to Paul, but he seemed to be in deep concentration. I just held onto his hand for the rest of the ride as the other three played cards.

My attention was rudely taken from me as the car came to an abrupt stop. I couldn't control my mind from thinking about the creepy man and his determination to delve into more than he was supposed to know. I shook the the memories away and allowed Paul to help me out of the door.