THE BEATLES IMAGINES

what did ya do?

alice |

you are a very, very lucky fan who's thankful for that
one person at the back who pushes you into george.

I was so lucky to actually see the boys in their flesh. Not pixelated on a photograph nor their muffled voices echoing through a television screen, no! I could see their infamous mop tops were more lush in person than in those photographs. They were even more beautiful in the sunshine too. Paul looked especially pretty, they all did in fact. I'm not sure where I found them but they were in town and happened to be signing autographs and waving to their fans. I screamed as I ran and jumped along with the jumping of a dozen other girls obsessed with the same twenty-year- old Liverpool boys.

I had gotten to close to them, so close, thanks to all the girls shoving me forward, accidentally. I used this to my complete advantage and I jumped and propelled myself unintentionally into the air, lengthening my arms as far as I can reach to just touch at least one of them while I was flailing. The only thing that I touched was my face on the floor.

I heard a million other teenagers of my age scream their lungs out above me, but I tried to get up as quickly as I could to avoid getting a thorough pounding. I managed to fall in the arms of George, not planned at all, but god I was happy about it! He had picked me up from getting pushed and shoved by an impatient fan behind me. I'm quite thankful for them actually.

The boys gasped in shock once I fell into George, and I picked myself up and stood as normal as I could. Oh no, I was so embarrassed. The crowd remained unfazed and quite jealous of my position. I saw the security guards coming to collect me but I took in being next to the most famous band in the world was almighty thrilling and exhilarating!

Ringo looked at my knees, then up to me while budging George. He gasped once more under all the screaming and I intolerably did too, I looked down at my knees to see two bloody grazes covering my kneecaps staring back at me. My knee socks were just under my knees, not covering them, unfortunate! I had run so much they slipped down.

"Oh no love, are ye alright? I'll take her, come on.." George said kindly, he offered his hand behind my back to protect me from all of the other fans wishing to me in my place right now.

"I'm Alice!" I shouted over the motivated and ambitious crowd, I wasn't even that hurt but I could not even believe what I was in, standing and walking next to George! I could hear the crowd happily roar more once I look around to hear the rest of boys following us.

"No, no. I've got Alice, you go back out to 'em!" George asserted, still protecting my back. The rest of the boys obliged and returned back into the Beatlemanias' screams.

"Oi, Oi! We can't speak to ye all at once!" John laughed as his voice got quieter while George escorted me into backstage, it looked very dim and strange. I was so unbelievably enraptured that I could practically explode with triumphant. Obviously, that would be even more of an embarrassment..

"Sit here, Alice. I'll get a.. nurse box thingy..." George looked confused and started to walk away, he succeeded to ignite the mood, "First aid box!" he pointed at me once he realised what he meant by 'nurse box'.

I did what he ordered, I sat captiously on a small row of chairs, trying to sit as reposed as I could with my knees looking red raw. I pinched my hand just to make sure that this is real, and I can see the same man that I have always dreamed of meeting walking into a room, doing his best to help me.

I put my hands under my knees while George came back with a little first aid box, he opened it and sat down in front of me, creasing his black shoes. I kick my shoes nervously accidentally kicking his shin but he didn't say anything.

"Right, whoever pushed ya! They've done some damage!" George laughed as he opened the first aid box, its contents spilled out. He looked confused and took out a small baby wipe, ripping the seal and attempting to clean up my knees.

"This is proper VIP, this is! I bet all those girlies out there would love to be me!" I sighed with disbelief, completely ignoring the pain that's under a cleaning tissue that George kindly tried to clean. It started to sting but I wouldn't show that as I was taking every second like it was the most finest air in the world, which it was very much to me at that time.

George laughed humanely, "I bet they would, but not if they came to us with knees like this!"

"You'd need millions of 'nurse boxes'"I laughed as George found a large plaster in the box, he looked back at my grazed knees once more and picks another one out. While unwrapping it, I started a tangent about how much I loved him and the other Liverpool boys and he seemed truly flattered and I know that made his day.

"Ye done! Don't let anyone push ya over again, alright?" George laughed, getting up from in front of me and closing the first aid box. I got up too and starting to get used to the plasters on my joints.

I laughed, he knows what I'm going to say, a big fat awaiting " I Love You"

"I love you!"

George giggled and I definitely knew that I obviously would get want to pushed over 4 times just to be in the same room as these boys.

"Get yeself home and clean that properly! It'll get infected and god knows.. your legs might fall off"

I pause his sentence and interrupt with a praised hug, he wraps his arms around me kindly but not for long; I felt like crying. This was what a girl could dream.

"Thankyou Alice, are ye knees okay now?"

"They're fine!" I giggled, as we started to walk away back though where we came from. The boys were still there, getting bombarded in the taxi, the fans before were swarming around it. George would have to trial an attempt to make it over there, not getting pushed over like me.

"Bye, Georgie!" I shouted over the battered crowd, they really don't give up the screaming. George waved and quickly ran the opposite direction to the fans, they only realised when he was just getting in the car.

I stayed still, missing what just happened, wishing a fan would push me but in front of Paul next time.