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Chapter Three, Part Two - The Beatles!

Spotting the Beatles fleet of sleek black cars, Meryl held up her Kodak Instamatic camera and snapped a photograph.

"They're here!" Her excited friend Marty announced giddily. He gripped Meryl's arm with both hands.

The teens were part of a group of fans and press that gathered at the back entrance of CBS studios waiting for the Beatles.

Looking out of the car window, Annette tightened her grip on George's hand. It didn't match the mob scene out front of the studio, but it was still overwhelming.

"You ready, love?" George rubbed his thumb in circles over the back of her hand.

Brian spoke up. "Remember, we aren't stopping to speak with the fans or press. Straight into the studio."

From the outside, uniformed police officers opened the car doors, and everyone began to climb out.

"Paul!" Marty waved animatedly. The object of his affections looked in their direction, taking a moment to smile and wave back. "He waved at me. Paul McCartney waved at me." He squealed, hopping up and down.

Meryl laughed, shaking the camera as she snapped a picture of Paul that was sure to turn out blurry.

George stepped out of the car, holding onto Annette's hand. His grip was firm and protective in contrast with his affable and easy going Beatle George smile.

Meryl beamed at the sight of George. He was her favorite and more handsome in person. "George!"

Annette turned her head, hearing the intense tone of adoration in the way George's name was shouted. She unintentionally looked straight into Meryl's camera, mirroring a deer caught in the headlights, eyes growing impossibly wide.

The bottom half of George's face was partially hidden behind Annette's head, concealing his smile, but the playfulness in his dark brown eyes made up for that to Meryl.

Her Instamatic captured one of the first images of the couple out in public together.

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George stared at his reflection in the mirror. The makeup artist was using concealer to reduce the appearance of spots on his face. She moved onto the foundation, applying it with a powder puff. 

"All done." 

"Thank you." He leaned forward in the chair, grabbing his cup of tea, and sipped on it to soothe his sore throat. He watched Annette in the mirror a broad grin appeared on his face. 

Annette was preoccupied with George's Pentax camera, seated on a couch next to Cynthia. 

George smiled to himself. He had Annette in his life, to reach out to in the madness that swirled around him and his friends. He didn't imagine all of this chaos would last, and was confident that through all of it she'd be there for him. After all, they were going to get married, weren't they?

He walked over to the Annette and Cynthia. He sat on the arm of the sofa. "How do I look? Am I telly ready?" He raised his eyebrow. 

Annette nodded. 

Louise walked over. "You look good, la."

"Ta, Lou."

Annette placed her hand on George's knee. "How're you feeling?"

He placed his hand over hers. "I'm fine, love. If we're rubbish, we'll be shipped back to Blighty with enough egg on our faces for fried egg and chips for the rest of our lives," He paused and added jokingly. "Or at least until we're forty."