Forelsket (George Harrison)

CHAPTER THREE

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REESE

"Emma?"

I let out a groan. Then I opened my eyes only to recognize blurry familiarity of the people I knew I would never see again. However, something came on my mind.

"Where's Jack?" I asked. I attempted to stand but failed to do so. Thus, a hand was offered for me to grab. I reluctantly grabbed it and stood, still holding the man's hand. I felt something silly but perhaps, akin to a spark when our hands touched for the first time. This odd feeling made my pulse quicken.

My eyes widened in surprise when I looked up to see George Harrison. Then I turned to look at our hands still holding one another, and back at him. The first thing that captured my attention was his hazel eyes. Those alluring eyes looked at me as though he can see the vulnerability living inside of me. Like something about those eyes made you first think about them before you fall asleep and by the time you wake up. Thus, you couldn't help but smile in wonder.

The song, I Want to Hold Your Hand came into my mind and I thought how wonderful it could be to be someone who George Harrison has been thinking of as he played that song. And there I was, stuck in the beautiful moment as I held his hand, wishing it wouldn't end.

I heard someone clearing his throat that made me blink in awareness of the apparent situation. We abruptly pulled our hands away and turned to face the other three Beatles and Deborah looking at us with their brows rose as though we'd committed a crime.

Silence triggered the awkwardness to gradually escalate in the air. Yet, Paul decided to break the complete silence and asked, "Who's Jack?"

With that, my worries of losing Jack aroused and I asked them with my eyes narrowed in suspicion, "My baby! Goodness, did you guys do something to him? Because if you did, I swear . . ." I took their silence and confusion as a response that they hadn't done something to him.

I looked around and saw a large mirror hung on the wall across with the four seats. There were a few costumes and I figured that I was in a dressing room. There, I found the case with my bass in it, lying on the floor next to Ringo Starr.

"There he is!" I said in delight. I could not afford losing him ever again.

I unzipped the case, but not entirely, just to get a sneak peak if it was really my bass. I recognized the familiar black bass and it really was mine. I zipped it again and looped its strap over my shoulder. I turned to look at them and saw their surprised reactions. I couldn't help but let out a chuckle.

"Sorry, it was my bass, Jack." They looked at me in utter bemusement and I only offered them a small smile.

"Who in the mind names their instrument?" Ringo thought out loud.

"Well, who else names their instrument?" I asked. "Me." They chuckled. "Sorry for making a scene earlier," I said sheepishly. "I'm Re - Emma, Emma Collin, by the way." I shot my hand out for them to shake. They introduced themselves to me until it was George's turn for him to grasp my hand.

"I'm George Harrison." He shook my hand which made that strange spark, again.

I looked at them with a smile plastered on my face. Then I focused my attention on John and George and felt this feeling, sadness. It was quite unfortunate that they had died, I wish I could do something so it can be avoided. Then my eyes caught my dear Ma's. I gave her the sweetest smile I could ever do. Ma was the only one who could pull out my inner sweetness, so far.

"It's nice to meet you guys and gal," I said.

"It's nice to meet both of you, too," Paul said.