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Chapter Six - Movie Night

     The next morning when we woke up, as expected, John and I were hungover. We both woke up with a pounding headache and felt like we had morning sickness, as if we were pregnant women.
     "Y/N!" John groaned, as I got to the bathroom first to clean myself up to feel better. He laid in bed , waiting for me so he could get better too, but kept winning. "Get out of the bloody bathroom, Y/N!"
     "I'm not on my period, John!" I shouted from behind the door, knowing what he really meant. He just sighed in response and whimpered, regretting last night's decisions. Although he was used to feeling like this by now, it always gave some kick in his ass so he would feel pain.
     "Shoot! You know what's tonight?" I told John, coming out of the bathroom as he went in after me.
     "What?" He asked, now talking to me from behind the door.
     "Your movie premiere!"
     "Oh, sh*t! Are you sure that's tonight?"
     "Yeah! That's the whole reason we were celebrating last night." I reminded John.
     "Right!"

     Later that day, we got ready for the premier. I wore a soft green dress with black heels, and John wore a suit.

     "Where do you keep getting these stunning outfits from?" John asked in amazement.
     "Oh, you know ... here, there and everywhere." I shrugged, feeling happy I made the yet to be discovered reference. "Where's the suit from?"
     "When we did our first film! Can't believe it still fits!" John exclaimed.
     "Wow!"

     Before entering the theater, we were interviewed briefly on live television which always made me nervous, but John seemed very calm.
     "How does it feel to have completed yet another successful film, John?" The reporter asked
     "Fantastic! I'm very excited to see the results and to hear our new songs which will be released soon with the whole album!" He replied.
     "That's wonderful! And Y/N, how is it seeing your husband on the big screen?"
    "Very exciting, like John said! I'm excited to see how it turned out." I replied.
     "Great! Well, have a good rest of your night." The reporter nodded at us.

     John and I walked hand-in-hand into the theater while paparazzi took millions of photos of us. Once we got to our seats, next to Ringo and Maureen, the film began playing.

     "It was quite interesting!" Paul commented, after the movie was finished as we were leaving the theater.
     "I hated that bloody ring on my finger! It stopped my blood flow and left a scar!" Ringo chuckled, showing us the thick line marked on his finger.
     "Must've been heavy on your hand!" I said.
     "That's what I hated most."
     "The wedding ring better not leave a scar." Maureen said to Ringo.
     "A scar of my love for you." He replied sweetly, kissing her on the cheek.
     "Should I book a hotel room?" John smirked at them. They blushed, feeling a little embarrassed but both lightly laughed at the joke. I slapped John's arm lightly, giving him an un-approved look. "What? Did you want that to be for us?" He winked at me. I just scoffed and changed the topic.

     We continued to chat for a while before heading home after the long night. John and I were looking forward to tomorrow, for it was a big day.