I'm With the Beatles

The Word

"Guys, wake up," I shouted. No one replied and the redhead began to laugh.

"Would you like to use the speaker?" she questioned.

"If it will work to my advantage," I sighed.

She reached over the small hallway towards the front and exposed a small, white phone. I quickly tip-toed over to her waving hand.

"Just press this blue button to speak."

I mashed the key and screeched, "MAYDAY! MAYDAY! Captain is out of the cockpit! I repeat, the captain is out of the cockpit. Self destruction initiated!"

All four of them bounced up and nearly bumped their heads against the ceiling. I dropped the device and cackled my guts out. Ringo looked as if he were about to cry with the fictionalized destruction. John and Paul were in a bear hug, clinging to their sanity. George, on the other hand, was flaring up with a heated temper.

"What the bloody hell was that?" he swore, spitting as he did.

"Hey, it was just a measly joke," I pouted.

"Mommy," Ringo whimpered as he buried his moused face in his seat.

"Oh, Rings! Kin the whiny in," John pleaded as he attempted to regain his composure.

Paul dragged his feet over to me and caught me in a tight grasp.

"Where were ye?"

"I went to go talk with Brian for a little bit. Why?"

"Well, I woke up and thought I was holding ye. Turned out to be John..." he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck in a bit of embarrassment.

"Finally you all wake up from yer kipping," Brian shouted over the current conversations.

"Aye, nice to see ye too, Eppy," John yawned as he stretched.

"Okay, it's already four o'clock in the afternoon! I've gotten us three limos to take us to the Deauville Hotel, which would be an eight mile trip. Can ye handle it?"

All four of the guys stood in a makeshift army line and saluted.

"Yessir, Eppy!"

"Alright, alright. Grab yer bags and let's get goin'!"

The door opened to expose us to a massive crowd chanting "Beatles!" or "Paul!" or "John!" or "Ringo!" or George!" I made sure to stay way behind as they stepped down the staircase to greet themselves below. Mal followed behind me, lugging most of the suitcases and sacks behind himself. It was very scary at first, the coastal winds tugging at my tweed jacket. Boy, I really needed to change my outfit! Up ahead sat the triple crew of limousines, motorcycle outriders both in front and behind the vehicles!

"Paulie should be in the middle one with Ringo. I'll be with Brian in the last one and George will be with John in the front!"

I nodded with full understanding and dived into the open car door as we finished the trek down the steps.

"Aye, there's me lovely lady," Paul shouted as he grabbed me. I fell straight into his arms and sighed, worried about the trip and if we were all going to make it without any fallbacks!

"Paul, do ye know how this crowd found us?" Ringo began. Paul just shrugged his shoulders.

"Well, the driver told me that two radio stations blurted out the news and all the kiddies were listening!"

"Typical, but it's all with good intentions," Paul explained back. He kept twirling my frazzled hair between his fingers.

"Paul, you're not helping the problem," I pouted, knocking his hand away and smoothing out my locks.