A Hard Day's Night

1

I understand completely why they'd pick Pattie for such an opportunity. Slim and slender, dainty, sparkling eyes, golden locks, and lashes which can make any girl envious.
She's a model for crying out loud!
But as for myself.
I wouldn't say I'm anything more than average. Bland features and an easily forgettable face; I'm certainly no Pattie Boyd. What are my watered down blue eyes compared to her magnificently bright ones? And my drab, dark hair to her luscious, sandy wisps?
There's no competition there; reason being why Pattie attracts all the boys, making every man weak in the knee with just a single glance.

"Do you think they're nice?" I ask her as the two of us walk through London's once sunny streets.

"Who? The Beatles?" She presents me with a stunning smile reaching to her rosy cheeks. "I'm sure they're charming."

"You aren't at all worried?"

"Why should I be?" She tilts her head with a questionable expression.

I shake my head.

The two of us are dressed head to toe like school girls: the average itchy, grey pinafore to overlay a white shirt and alternating black and white striped tie.
Unsurprisingly, Pattie makes it work for her, showing a mature and feminine look about the attire, turning it from virtuous to voluptuous, whereas, I look as old as I'm dressed.
Trust me, this isn't exactly the sort of outfit you'd catch me in every day, just what we were provided to wear for our (only minor) parts of a new film in progress.

We reach Marylebone station, the destination of which our cast awaits us, and I feel an abundance of butterflies fill my stomach. Pattie throws me an inciting look, biting her lip in excitement as she gives my hand a quick squeeze.
As we enter the station, I brush my palms across my skirt in order to flatten out its creases, and Pattie elegantly readjusts her hair and make up. I just can't understand how she's being so cool headed about it all, though I suppose, having enough confidence about the way you look can make you a more audacious person.

I push the wavy hair from my face, pinning it behind my ear as the two of us confront a smiling man of particular high class, dressed head to toe in a formal suit and tie. He stands beside a momentarily stationary train awaiting it's next departure.

"Miss Boyd? Miss Fenton?" He offers a kind smile and his hand for us to shake, of which Pattie accepts as my hands are clasped behind my back to prevent the nervous shaking. "Brian Epstein, pleasure to meet you ladies."

"And you." Pattie nods.

"Thank you so much for this opportunity Mr Epstein." My voice trembles.

"The pleasure is all mine girls. Now if you'd just follow me please." He escorts us onto the train courteously, stepping aside in order to let the two of us pass.

Inside is an elaborate and sophisticated interior, fit for the wealthiest of passengers, of which I can clearly see are all dressed appropriately to complement such high esteem.

"I suppose you ladies would like to be escorted to your carriage before we film in order to make yourselves more comfortable?" Mr Epstein suggests, wavering a palm against both mine and Pattie's backs to motion us forward.

"That would be lovely thank you." Pattie gives him a toothy smile, revealing her perfectly pearly white teeth.

He gives her one back before guiding us both forward through the isle of carriages. I immediately begin to feel more eased, as Mr Epstien's soft tone sets a very tranquil and reassuring surrounding. That is until I spot a lanky, yet still captivating young boy with high cheekbones and thick eyebrows ahead, making my fond heart race.