I'm With the Beatles

I Will

BANG!!!

There was a loud crash on the door to our room. I sat up and glanced at the little digital clock that was sitting ever so still on the night table. It was six-thirty. I sighed and pulled away from Paul's arms, even though I really didn't want to.

"John, please stop acting like your son!"

That sounded like a woman complaining! Was that John's wife that everyone was talking about? The one that was mentioned on the Ed Sullivan show earlier this month? I had to meet her, I just had to!

I reached for my jacket and wrapped it around myself. I slowly turned the knob and made my presence known in the hallway.

"Lizzie!"

George ran straight into me and lifted me up from the carpet.

"Hello to you, too, George," I strained against his strength. He politely kissed my cheek and carefully set me back down.

"Aye, it's Lizzie, Cyn," John pointed out, dragging his wife behind him.

She was very pretty up close. Long, blonde hair fell down her shoulders and she kept it in place with a black bow headband. A free-flowing, purple dress flattered her figure and her cheeks were nothing but rosy.

"Hi, Cynthia! I'm Elizabeth, but, as John already mentioned, you can call me Lizzie," I greeted, holding out my hand.

"'Ello."

She took my hand and gently shook. John held her tightly and made kissy faces to her. She swatted him away playfully, but allowed him to catch her on the nose.

"How cute," I mentioned.

"Yeah, he's so looney... I always fall for the kids," she revealed.

"I'm not a kid, Cyn! I act like one, though! Hey, Lizzie, Neil is also 'ere. He's the one that brought my beautiful wife. He's one of the roadies and is Mal's buddy on the tours!"

"Where is he, anyways?" George wondered, searching around the hall.

"In his room, I guess. Since we now 'ave two lovely ladies with us, we need all the security we can get!"

"So, Lizzie, how's it like dating George?"

Everyone grew quiet and Cynthia just gazed around at us. John cleared his throat and nudged her in the side.

"What? I thought they were dating!"

"Actually, I'm with Paul..." I started off, understanding her confusion over George's reaction to me.

"Oh, I thought..." she began, only stopping to John elbowing her ribs again.

"She thought George and ye were a couple, since he kissed ye the way he did," John cut off.

I nodded and stole a peek at George, who was just staring at his boots.

"Well, it was very nice meeting you, Cynthia! I better go get ready for tonight!"

I waved goodbye to everyone and re-entered my room. Paul wasn't laying on the bed anymore and the bathroom door was shut, yellow light shooting out from underneath it. Instead, on the bed, laid an outfit that Paul had chosen me to wear. It was a half-sleeved dress that stopped just above the knee. It was baby blue and belted yellow. A pair of yellow heels stood beside me and a light blue beret was hanging on the coat hanger next to the door. I smiled and held the outfit up to my body. I twirled around in front of the big mirror and began to sing 'Please Mr. Postman,' since, for some reason, it reminded me of The Marvelettes. Although, I knew The Beatles did a rendition of the same song, but from a guy's perspective.