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.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

MONDAY, MARCH 22, 1965

It was a dreary day. Raindrops dripped down the tinted windows of the car waiting to pick up George. Alexandria sat inside the car, watching the horizon as the sun sank lower with each minute. She kept her legs crossed and her top foot bouncing in anticipation. She was starting to get impatient as she waited for George. She uncrossed her legs and smoothed out her skirt. She'd dressed in the best clothes that she could find, and underneath, she had hidden her newest purchases. She figured she'd never be able to discreetly slip into the lingerie without telling George to wait for ten minutes, so she'd just decided to put it on before she got dressed. It wasn't the most comfortable decision, but at least it was the most convenient decision.

Her hands fidgeted with the clasps on her purse and she looked out the window again. It was eerily quiet around here right now. In the front seat, the driver that Brian had hired read a magazine, an elbow resting against the door and the opposite hand holding the magazine up in front of his face. Alexandria let out a sigh when she saw that nothing was happening outside the window and she instead directed her attention to the driver.

"How can you just read?" Alexandria asked him. "How can you just read when you know very well that your car is about to be swarmed by a bunch of teenage girls?"

The driver frowned, clearly upset that Alexandria was speaking to him, and to respond to her, he only shrugged. "I do this a lot," he said.

Alexandria leaned back against the back of the seat again and raised her hand up to her face, messing with the ring on her finger. Who knew that minutes could last for hours?

And just like that, the screaming began. It started with a few scattered screeches, but before long, the sound became deafening and impossible to ignore. Alexandria's eyes darted over to the window. More rain drooled down the windows and she scooted over to the window, looking around to see if she could find something of use in the scene outside, but she still couldn't see anything from where the car was parked.

"What does that mean?" Alexandria asked the driver. The man looked annoyingly oblivious to the chaos that was slowly ensuing out of sight.

"Probably means that they'll be out here soon," the man muttered annoyedly, not moving his eyes away from his magazine.

"Doesn't that mean—?"

"Means you should just keep watching out the window until they get here," the man grumbled.

Alexandria scowled. "How very polite of you, thanks," she muttered. She plopped her elbow against the car door and leaned her head against her hand, watching out the window yet again.

She watched and watched as the screaming in the distance continued. She always worried for George whenever she saw the crowds that the boys garnered. It would be so easy for him to get lost in those crowds, trampled even. And it would be just as easy for some lunatic to sneak around in one. She worried that some of these fans were even crazy enough to bloody kill the Beatles. There was a lot of evil in the world, and maybe she was more scared of that than she was the fan base that the boys had amassed.