Dilemma

9

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Keith was on tour, again, but this time in America. I was also on tour, but not preforming. Brian thought it would be a good idea for me to join The Beatles in their European tour, not only because I was fluent in French and Spanish, but most of my family was from Spain, so I could help them around. He also thought they could help me with the finishing touches of the album I was working on. 

And just like that I was on a plane, first class with The Beatles, Brian and the rest... 

It was night time, so we all eventually fell asleep. 

"Ally!" Someone tapped my shoulder. "Mmmm!" I squinted my closed eyes in attempt to drive the interrupter of my dreams to go away.

"Ally! It's Paul!" He continued to shout whispering, if that makes sense. I finally opened my eyes and became aware of where I was and who was right in front of me. Paul with his cute face let out a little giggle.

"What?" I asked shyly and half asleep.

"You look so cute when you wake up! Anyways...we're landing, just thought you should know," Paul left and I decided to sit up. Well, that was quick! I looked around and found George contemplating the window, Brian reading the newspaper and John joking around with Paul. 

As soon as we landed there were two cars waiting for us to take us to the hotel. 

"Bonjour, Paris!" Brian sighed and greeted with a small peck on my cheek and bright smile as he unbuckled his seatbelt. 

"We're finally here!" I exclaimed looking straight at the huge, fancy hotel in front of us. I had never been in such a luxurious trip before. 

"Let us show you, your rooms madame!" A french man in a suit took the lugagge from our hands and showed us in.

"He's going to show us to our rooms," I realized the others couldn't understand, so I translated everything he said along the way.

"What would we do without you!" Brian shook my shoulder tenderly. I was feeling really good.

"We have the whole floor to ourselves?" I couldn't believe my ears!

"I'll sleep in here! You kids arrange the rest of the rooms as you'd like," Brian entered a huge suite room and locked the door inmediately. I could tell he didn't want to be disturbed.

I stood awkwardly not knowing what to do next.

"Where are you guys thinking of sleeping?" I asked. They are the reason we are here, so they might as well choose where to sleep comfortably first.

"I don't know where but I know with who I'm gonna be sleeping with..." I unpleasantly felt hot breath against the skin on my neck. Everyone could tell I was really uncomfortable, especially since I was the only girl in the hallway. Leslie, the publicist, was here too but had already gone to her room.

"Leave her alone, you creep!" John pushed one of the bodyguards, Bob, away and laughed.

"Where would you like to sleep, love" He looked at me intensely.

"I don't mind really!" I answered in complete honesty.

"Well, we're supposed to sleep in pairs, so choose yours,"

I had no idea who to choose. John was literally the only who was married, so I thought I should share a room with him for safety, but maybe Cynthia wouldn't like that. I was closest to Paul, so I chose to go with him, the only single Beatle. I would have liked to be with George, but I think it would be awkward since we kissed, plus I was dating Keith and I had to control my emotions.

"Come in love," Paul opened the door widely. "Wow, isn't this amazing?" I was astonished by how high the ceilings were, the windows were enormous and the beds were even bigger. there was a couch and everything!

"It sure is!" Paul replied. "Does a telephone happen to be here?" I aksed, but soon found it.

I inmediately called Keith. I wanted him to know that I arrived safely.

"Keith? It's Alice. Yes, we just arrived. Oh, it's gorgeous. I wish you were here. I'm sharing a room with Paul. No, I wouln't! Don't worry. How is it there? Cool. Well, I don't want to keep disturbing you. I love you more. Bye,"

Keith was having a good time, so I wanted to do the same.

"Hey why don't we do something?" I jumped on the humoungous bed by which face met the fluffy pillow. "Like what?" Paul became intrigued.

"I've got a question game... We should bring everybody, so its more fun!" Paul opened the door and yelled, "We're gonna play a game, everyone come!"

A few minutes later, three bodyguards (Bob, Dave and Thomas) came in, the rest of The Beatles, a photographer (Peter) and three unknown girls also joined us. 

"Okay everybody lets sit on the floor," Paul suggested.

"I'm leaving a deck here, when it is your turn you take one and ask the question on the card to the person you'd like to answer it," Paul explained and took the first card out of the deck.

"Name the three most important people in your life right now. John," Paul read aloud and asked John.

"Ummm... lemme think. Cynthia, my aunt and Julian," he answered.

"Dammit John, I thought you'd say us three," Paul joked pointing at the three Beatles. 

"What physical traits do you look for in a partner?" George was next and looked around in search for a person to pick.

"Alice," He looked straight at me. I was a bit shocked he chose me. "Only physically?" I asked.

"Yeah, only physically..." 

"Well...um.. I don't know it really depends. I'm really into guys with dark hair and eyes, a cute smile, slim body and prominent cheekbones I guess..." I realized that with what I had said, although thinking about Keith, those traits were also found in George.

"So basically George!" Ringo said humoursily and everybody laughed. George also did but in a more shy nature.

I felt quite embarrassed.

A few hours later.... everybody had gone out and only The Beatles and I remained in the room.

"I better go call Maureen" Ringo left with Paul.

"I'm gonna go get some coke," John waved goodbye and left me with George. 

"So, I'm your ideal type, huh?" George smiled, letting his sexy fangs become apparent but still without looking at me and staring at the floor instead.

"Well..." I didn't know what to say.

"You know, what the boys are doing, right? They're getting some random French babes and, well you know... typical things you do on tour," He finally looked into my eyes, waiting for my reaction. I was completely shocked. I didn't know they were unfaithfull. But the words "typical things you do on tour" resonated with me. Is Keith cheating on me?

"Don't be surprise!" He laughed.

"Why are you here then?"

"Because I want to be with you instead," His eyes turned into kind ones. His voice seemed sincere and my heart was accelarating. 

Author's Note: Happy New Year! I hope next year will be better....<3