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I woke up around 9:30am because I couldn’t sleep any longer. I was way too excited. I still couldn’t believe
that in nine hours I would be at the Beatles’ concert. And front row too! And afterwards was the best part. I will
meet George Harrison, John Lennon, Ringo Starr and…Paul McCartney. Thinking of meeting him sent chills down my spine
and made my heart race. I just laid there in a daze. Then I immediately sat up. Was there any chance that something would
happen? I never thought of myself as drop dead gorgeous, although Davy seemed to think so. Personally,I pictured myself
as average, with a good day every now and then like any normal person. There was maybe a day a year that I would find myself
fairly attractive. I thought to myself, ‘I’d better make today that day!’ I wanted the Beatles to see
me at my very best. I climbed out of bed and hopped into the shower. After I got out I wrapped a towel around me, brushed
my wet blonde hair, brushed my teeth, and opened my closet. I needed to find something dashing, not sexy, and showy but not
revealing nor conservative. I pulled out a cute new, white mini-skirt and a cut red halter-top. Then I stopped. How could
I be thinking this? Here I am telling Davy nothing will happen, everything will be fine, and not to worry, when here I am
I’m wanting and hoping for something to happen. Not to mention, I’m also trying to look extremely beautiful for
them, or rather for Paul. I sat back down on my bed holding my clothes confused about my feelings. Soon the phone rang.
“Hello?”
“Hey, Olivia. It’s Brittany.”
“Oh, hey. What’s going on?” I asked.
“I was just wondering what you were going to wear tonight. Are you going to look cute for Paulie?” she teased.
“Heh, funny you should ask.” I replied.
“What do you mean?”
“Well, that’s what I was initially going for, you know, looking cute for Paul. I had my white mini-skirt and
red halter-top picked out but…”
“But? What do you mean but?” she interrupted.
“Brittany, I’m with Davy. And-“
“And nothing. Olivia, just because you want to look cute for some famous hot guy doesn’t mean you’ll fall
in love or something. So just wear that outfit and don’t worry. Plus, you and Davy are kinda at it right now it seems,
and I know I’m gonna look cute.” As Brittany rambled on about what she was going to wear I thought about what
she said ‘doesn’t mean you’ll fall in love’. She was right I knew, but I “loved” Paul
in the fan sense already, and even though it’s just one night what if I really start to like him when I see him? What
about Davy? Why was I having these feelings?! I just couldn't help thinking about him. He seems so funny, and sweet, and
charming, and-
“Okay? Olivia? Olivia?” Geez, people keep interrupting my thoughts a lot lately.
“Oh yeah, sorry. Yeah, sounds good.” I didn’t really know what I was agreeing to, and I don’t think
I ever found out. We said goodbye and I shoved the current thoughts out of my head. I got up and put on the skirt and halter-top.
I was going to have fun and look good doing it.
I finished curling my hair and applying my makeup. I went over to the Monkees to join the others and got compliments on
my look and a look from Davy. I didn’t want to get into it so I ignored the look and said nothing. Soon it was about
5pm and the concert started at 7pm.
“Should we go get something quick to eat first? I’m famished.” Micky asked.
“Sounds good to me.” Davy agreed. We went to the Vincent Van Gogh-Gogh and ate. Afterwards we headed to the
concert and found our seats. It was 6:52pm and the starting band was playing. I was getting so excited I felt like a little
kid waiting for candy. Soon the place roared and the Beatles came on stage.
“Thank you everybody! Thank you!” Paul yelled. Oh, that voice was heart melting, “Our first number is
one from our first LP, and that’s English for album. And, uh, it’s on our first album that we made and it’s
called ‘I Saw Her Standing There’. One, two, three, four!” And they were off.
As I watched them, amazed, I realized how much better looking they were in person. Although Paul started off with the majority
of my attention, George Harrison also caught my eye. He was quite handsome as well. And when I look back at interviews I’ve
seen, he was a lot like me personality wise. Just as I turned my attention back to Paul I noticed him look directly at me.
He flashed one of his incredibly cute smiles, which almost made me faint in my seat and my heart pound out of my chest. I
really hope it was me he was looking at. I flashed a sexy smile back at him.
“What was that!?” I barley heard Davy say next to me.
“I can’t hear you. Sorry.” I said back. Thankfully he fell for it and dropped it. Soon the concert was
over and we were heading backstage. There they were. The Beatles, just sitting there as we walked in. Ringo spoke first,
“Hello girls.”
“Hello” we said shyly.
“So did you lovely ladies enjoy our show?” John asked.
“Yes, we loved it! You guys rock!” Brittany said. The Beatles smiled. I noticed Paul looking at me. I smiled
shyly at him, which brought that cute smile back to his stunningly amazing face. The others sat down, Brittany taking the
spot next to Paul. I thought maybe she would let me sit there since she knew I liked him, but I guess it was better I didn’t.
The only spot left was next to George. I sat down. As I sat and looked at him, he was watching me shyly. When he realized
I was looking at him, he flashed an embarrassed smile. I kind of laughed and smiled back. He was so cute and debonair.
I looked back at Paul. Right as I locked eyes with him he looked away to Brittany and started talking and flirting a bit.
I suddenly felt a sad.
“So, you enjoyed the show aye?” George asked me. I turned to look at his beautiful eyes. I smiled,
“How could I not? I’ve loved you guys for a long time. So when I won the contest, I almost died.” He chuckled.
Wow, he had a dashing smile.
“Well I’m glad you enjoyed it. How-“
“Hey! I have some things for you to sign, guys.” Emily burst out. She set down a pile of about 150 pictures on
John’s lap. I couldn’t believe it. Who was she going to give all those to?
“Holy shit! Are you serious?” John asked. In saying that, Emily gasped.
“Hey don’t say that word! It’s bad! And yes I’m serious!”
“Alright luv, calm down.” John said laughing and began to sign the never-ending stack and passed each sheet on
to the next person. George looked over at me again.
“So what was that all about?” He asked cheerfully.
“Oh, that’s just the way Emily is. She’s kinda little kiddish.”
“I see that.” George and I both laughed at that. We chatted about various things as the Beatles continued to
sign the stack of pictures. Paul spoke up,
“Would you girls like to join us at a party now?” he looked at me and again looked back at Brittany (who was obviously
interested) when I looked at him. Why did he keep doing that?
“Yeah we’d love to go.” Brittany answered him. He smiled at her. Uh oh, I was getting jealous. I wanted
his attention. Heck, I wanted him. And Brittany was ticking me off because she was all flirty when we just talked this morning
about how much I liked him.
“Gear.” He said.
“What about Peter and the others?” Emily asked. Oops, guess we forgot about our boyfriends.
“Peter and the others?” John asked.
“Ya, the Monkees, our boyfriends. They’re waiting outside for us.”
“Oh, well, invite them too.” John suggested. George looked at me as if he was disappointed at the new little
fact.
“So, which one’s your boyfriend?” he asked.
“Davy Jones. But we-“ I stopped.
“What? You what?” he asked curiously.
“Nothing. Let’s just go to the party.” I gave him a flirtatious smile to let him know it was okay and that
even though I had a boyfriend, I was very interested. It the back of my mind I knew what I was doing was wrong. Then again,
I'd never see them again and it WAS the BEATLES! Of course I was gonna flirt! That brought back his warming smile. We told
the Monkees and they were enthused to learn they were invited.
We got to the party and it was full of people. To be honest, I’m not the partying type. I don’t drink, smoke,
or do drugs, nor do I like it. That was the only Beatles fault. They did all of the above, some more than others. George
looked back at me and Davy seeing this, grabbed my hand.
“I think George is interested in you.” He said to me.
“You think so?” I asked kind of hopeful. There was something about him. I don’t quite know yet, but I
wanted to find out so badly.
“Yes, I know so. C’mon.” he dragged me to another part of the party and we started to dance. After that
we all got together and chatted for a couple hours. The Beatles and the Monkees seemed to be getting along quite well, except
for the occasional glare from Davy to George. Before we knew it, it was 1am. Time to go.
“We should do this again.” Said John. Tiredly we all nodded our heads. We all went home. As I got into bed
I started thinking about the night. Once again I started thinking about Paul. How he kept smiling at me and then how he
started to look away to Brittany. Maybe he wasn’t smiling at me or interested like I kinda thought, and hoped. I decided
to stop thinking of Paul, I started to think more about George. I was very much attracted to him. Not only his looks, but
also his personality. He was kind, gentle, shy, and funny. I hoped so bad to see him again. As if it were planned, my phone
rang. Who could be calling me at 1:26am? I figured it would be Davy, asking me about the smile with Paul and the look from
George. It bothered me that, to him, it was okay to flirt and mess around with other girls. But when I flirt just a little
and start getting to be friends with a fairly good looking guy, it’s not okay and I’m the one who’s being
bad and messing up the relationship. Frustrated, I picked up the phone.
“Hello?” I snapped.
“Um…is this Olivia Newton?” My attitude completely switched around. Wrong English accent…
“Um, yes, this is her.” I said sounding more like myself.
“Oh, good. Ah, this is George…Harrison.” I couldn’t believe George Harrison was calling me. I wonder
how he got my number? I didn’t dwell on that because I really didn't care, he was calling me!!
“Oh, wow, hi!”
“Hi. Sorry to call to late, you probably were starting for bed.” He said apologetically.
“No, hey, that’s fine.”
“It’s just that…well…I know I just met you tonight and I know you’re with Davy but…I wanted
to hear your voice again…” I swear my heart started to melt, “ and I know you must be thinking what a loser,
but-“
“What? No, George I don’t think that at all. As a matter of fact I was just thinking about you when you called…”
“Really? You were thinking about me?” he asked, with a quick perk-up to his voice. I laughed a bit.
“Yes, really.”
“What were you thinking?” I thought about whether or not I should tell him. For some strange reason I did.
“Actually I was thinking about how much I like being with you, and how I wished to see you again so badly…”That
was enough information for right now.
“Wow, I was thinking the same thing. That’s why I looked up your number and called you.” I could tell in
his voice he was smiling, “the other reason for my call is, well, tomorrow is our day off, and we were wondering if
you, just you, wanted to hang out with us.” I couldn’t believe this. I didn’t answer. I was speechless.
The Beatles wanted to spend one of their very few days of with me! If I said yes, Davy would sure find out and I’d
be in a heck load of trouble. Either that or my conscience would probably hunt me down until I fessed up to him. But then
again I was very much attracted to George at the moment and Davy and I were going through one of the many problems we have.
On top of that, there really wasn’t anything wrong with what I’m doing…yet. Being with George just seemed
so right. I was surprised he’d had the guts to call knowing I was with Davy. Davy can get quite violent when he’s
mad or jealous. At least George didn’t know we were engaged.
“Olivia? Are you still there?” George brought me back into reality.
“Yeah, sorry.”
“Well…are you going to join us?” he asked again.
“Yes. That would be excellent.” I replied quite sure of my answer. I can deal with Davy later, but right now
all I wanted was George.
“Gear,” he said,” to be honest, I didn’t think you were going to say yes.” He laughed a bit.
I smiled.
“Yeah well, I really want to see you again and like I said I loved being with you. And to be honest, me and Davy aren’t
really, well, we have a lot of problems and….”
“Really?” he asked, with what seemed to be a hint of hopefulness in his voice.
“Yeah. I’ll tell you more tomorrow if you’d like.” I said as I yawned. I was starting to get really
tired, it had been a long day.
“Okay, sure. I’ll see you tomorrow then, aye?”
“Yeah…oh but wait!”
“What?” he asked.
“What time? I mean, are you just going to call again? Are you going to come here, or am I supposed to come there?
And if I am, how will I get in? Won’t they think I’m just a stupid fan trying to trick them? And-“ I heard
him laughing on the other end, “What?” I asked confused.
“You.” He laughed some more, “You and all those questions.” I couldn’t help but giggle. I probably
sounded stupid.
“Sorry. I guess I’m just really excited and really tired.”
“I’m glad you’re excited. So am I. I can’t wait to see you.” I was smiling so big my cheeks
hurt, “here’s the deal. On our days off we usually sleep in late, especially on our late nights, but I would
love to get up earlier to go out for breakfast or a brunch.” I grinned remembering how much George liked to eat, “So
if you’d like to do that, you could come over at around 11am…”
“Sure. How do I get in?” I asked.
“We’ll tell Brian to let the hotel know you’re coming and that you’re allowed in.”
“Sounds great. I’ll see you tomorrow then.”
“Yep, bye Olivia.”
“Bye George.” I hung up the phone and fell back onto my bed. Another day with the Beatles, only this time I was
alone with them. What more could I ask for? As a matter of fact, there was more&
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