Paul's POV
Marianne took the bottle from me and pulled me towards their improvised dancefloor. She grasped my waist with a hand and my hand with the other. She took the lead, moving along with the catchy rhythm.
"Come on." I heard Maya say as she took John by the hand and made him dance with her. Someone turned the volume up and I counted my steps, trying not to trip as I felt a slight dizzyness.
George's POV
The door to the room burst open. Maya's waiter friend from days before stood in the doorway.
"Daniel!" she greeted him. A few girls stood beside him and Maya greeted them too, probably knowing them from before.
"Sofía, Michelle, Susanna, Elizabeth and Isabella, meet the Beatles, Robert, Jimmy, Keith, Mick and Marianne." she said inviting them in.
Some of them had bronzed skin and dark hair, possibly South American by the way they danced; two of them looked European with their pale skin and clumsy moves. I joined, dancing with the one called Susanna. She had olive green eyes and spoke with a thick accent. She taught me how to follow and next thing I knew I was dancing.
John's POV
Daniel danced with Maya and Sofía approached me shyly. I offered her a drink and we made conversation. She was studying arts at Beaux Arts and she wanted to move to New York after she was done. We got into a small discussion over the impressionists.
Robert's POV
A general dancing euphoria engulfed us all. A few minutes after Maya's friends had entered the party, we were all dancing in the middle of the room, some us alone, some clumsily and others with a partner and quite well. Even Keith was dancing with dark-eyed Isabella, having left his bottle aside. I thought of Maureen, missing her greatly and feeling reassured that I would see her in less than a week.
"Come along, Rob" Elizabeth called after me, her icy blue eyes piercing.
She took my hand and pulled me along. Maureen and I had always had a thing for exotic dancing and salsa was one of the only things I could dance quite well. I took the lead and she laughed as I spun her around and almost tripped over Mick who had sat in the middle of the improvised dancefloor.
Ringo's POV
I'd gotten up from the floor and sat on the bed, watching them. Michelle waved at me, coming towards me with two drinks.
"Hello." she said softly with a pronounced French accent.
"Bonjour Michelle" I greeted her with a nod. She handed me my drink and we toasted.
"Can I tell you a secret?" she suddenly blurted out as she downed her drink. I nodded, meeting her gaze.
"You're my favorite Beatle." she whispered into my ear, laughing and I smiled, taking her hand in mine. I stood and pulled her with me towards the balcony.
