Win a date with Paul McCartney

Part two: The encounter

Nora took a look at the place. 

It was beautiful. Golden chandeliers were on the ceiling, and the place was very large. Nora sighed and grabbed the ticket of of her bag, the place was crowded, full of hysteric teenage girls. She couldn't give up though.

How the hell am I supposed to make it inside?  Nora thought to herself. If she tried getting in from the front she'd surely be trampled hard and luckily make it in with a few broken body parts and a black eye. She looked around the place and decided to run around the back, into the kitchen, and somehow get through.

While walking numerous girls came up to her, with an eager look in all their eyes. They would pester her with the same question.

"Have you seen Paul McCartney?"

or

"Do you have the ticket, Miss?" 

She'd smile and shake her head, apologize, and walk further.

Once Nora got to the door she pushed it open and hopped inside, hoping no one would grow suspicious and follow. 

She was inside the kitchen, and the smell was wonderful. It was chaotic though, chefs and waiters were running around with food in their sweaty hands. Steam surrounded her, too. Nora found herself walking out of the kitchen, almost escaping, that is until a hand grabbed her.

"What are you doing", Nora twisted herself around and found a tall, slender woman glaring at her.

"Excuse m-"

"Shut that mouth of yours and get to work! We have people to serve, you do know that, don't you?"

The woman thought Nora was a bloody waitress! Before she could react and tell her that she was trying to get to the front the lady placed two plates into her both hands rushedly.

"Leave, go!"

Nora was pushed out the door in seconds, sending her into the restaurant, where posh people were drinking and eating and chatting about the news. It was quite warm, which made Nora want to stay and sit down. But with two plates in her hand she had to do something. She awkwardly roamed around the place.

A waitress came up to her with a glare.

"Do you know what you're doing?" The girl asked her with two hands on her hips.

"Er, no, not at all." Nora handed the plates over quickly. "But you do, so here!"

Nora left the waitress and walked around, trying to find the front desk. She was tired of running around, all she wanted to do was to get the food, talk to this Paul McCartney, and leave for the night. 

It took her a minute to find the front desk, and when she did, she ran up to it and showed the man her ticket, and she was lead all the way upstairs where everything was much more fancier and quieter, making the downstairs looking like a dump. She was incredibly happy that she made it - and Diana would be happy, of course. But as she was walking with him, she kept on getting gruesome stares from others, which annoyed her.

"Your table is right there, miss." The man said, pointing towards a table in the corner.

"Thanks, er, for the help." Nora whispered. "And, I'm very sorry for the inconvenience and all" 

The man stared at her for a second and left. how rude, Nora thought.

She made her way to the corner table, counting the amount of diamonds people had on, and when she was on her fifteenth, she reached the table.

Paul McCartney was sitting down on a chair, with no smile, and under his eyes were incredibly dark from no sleep. He had been trampled on from a couple of girls earlier on, and he was done with it all. He was especially sick of it all, actually. His manager thought it would be a wonderful idea if him and his band started a little 'date your favourite band member' 

"Sorry for coming late, ah, Ringo?" Nora forget the lads name! She cringed a little when she took her seat. 

The man glanced up and laughed. The thing that seemed ever so rare to him. He stared at the lady who had just sat down and found it strange that she was wearing such casual clothes. She was also covered in food and her hair was all messed up, and for some reason, Paul liked that. 

Paul sucked his breath in, he was about to recite the cheesy script that was given to him for the date. 

"I'm Paul McCartney, and, uh, you look ever so w-"

"Sorry for interrupting, but I wasn't supposed to come here, er, my best friend was, actually. She got sick, you see. Very sick, and she wanted me to come here. You're probably very tired with your 'band' or whatever, so, how about we get something good to eat now, maybe a nice stuffed chicken, or a soup. And, I need you to sign some things, if you don't mind"

Paul paused for a moment, surprised.

"A nice soup sounds good.. What's your name?"

"Nora, but that doesn't matter"

It seemed to matter to Paul, he liked the lady in front of her right now.