Tell Me What You See

All I've Got To Do

She made her way to the tubes and when she came back up to the street she saw the Bag O' Nails. This was a favorite place for her and her friends to hang out at. They loved seeing all the celebrities. They played a game to see who would take one home, or hang out with one for the night. She walked towards it excitedly, yet she couldn't get George out of her mind. Bumping into him felt funny. She got such a strange feeling from him. Why? Hadn't they met before? Now she wasn't sure. She shook the feeling off when she noticed the time. She was twenty minutes late. I hope they're still there, she thought.

She walked into the smoke filled club and searched for her mates through the walls of people. At eight o'clock the place was filling fast. She went to the bar and ordered a drink. Looking through the haze and crowd, she spotted them. They sat at a table moving to the music that shook the club. The band was a favorite there, and always drew a big crowd. She walked over to the table, careful not to get bumped into and spill her drink.

Getting closer she could see Sharon with her orange shirt, black boots and mini-skirt. Her black hair cut to frame her face that was adored with heavy eye make-up and the latest neon lipstick. She saw her other mate tapping to the song that pounded the floor making people flock to the dance floor. Vickie was the opposite of the other two girls. She wore a short white dress with black paisley designs running together. It made Rita wonder if the dress wasn't black with white in it. She giggled to herself as she got close enough to see the girl with the blonde fringe and shoulder length poker straight hair smile at her. Rita wondered how the whitish lipstick Vickie wore didn't make her look paler then she was.

She finally reached the table successfully keeping her drink in her glass. She sat it down and gave her friends a hug before sitting with them.

"Cor, it's about bleedin time you got yourself here." Sharon said with a tone of frustration to her voice.

"Sorry ran into someone on the way. You'll never guess? It was the grooviest thing really." Rita shared excitedly.

"Right, I expect you'll be telling us you ran into one of the Beatles." Sharon continued, waiting for her friend to finish.

"How'd you know? Yeah, I ran into George Harrison, or rather he ran into me," She giggled.

"George Harrison ran into you? Are you mad, or are tellin us the truth?" Vickie eyed her suspiciously.

"No, really, He did run into me. He seemed preoccupied about something and I got the strangest feeling when I saw him and touched him. He asked my name and where I lived." Rita told them. She just couldn't shake the feeling off.

Sharon finished her drink," Of course you felt strange; he's a bleedin Beatle. You should have brought him back then if you really did meet him. Or instead of telling him where you lived, took him there and shag him silly. " Sharon told her, also feeling suspicious of this accidental meeting.

"I swear on me mum's grave. I met him, rather nice too. He just seemed so preoccupied. He also seemed like he didn't remember me, I felt a little funny with that." The last part she spoke more to herself.

"Of course he didn't remember you. He's never met you before. What'd you expect?" Sharon mocked her friend.

"No, I feel like we have met. I just don't remember where or when. " Rita answered quietly.

"Well, enough of this talk. I think we should get up and have a dance. See who we run into tonight." Vickie said as she got up and pulled at her dress, straightening it out.

"Right, I'm for that one." Sharon stood and looked down at Rita.

"Love the out fit by the way." She smiled as Rita stood up and was led into the sea of people that swallowed them up.