Forelsket (George Harrison)

CHAPTER FOUR

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| FOUR |

GEORGE

I looked at the retreating figured of Emma and the couple, Deborah and Eric Jones. The lads abruptly pulled me inside the car. I was flabbergasted by the lad's sudden move. Still, I couldn't help but looked at her. Then, I reminisced what happened earlier . . .

Out of the majority of the female population watching us perform in the theater, whether crying a river of happy tears, shouting the name of their favorite Beatle, or just enjoying our performance in the midst of the overpowering noise, I'd never expect myself to be caught off guard by this particular bird in a "you rock my world" shirt. There was something peculiarly intriguing about her. Not because of how she looked, but because of how exhilarated she seemed to be. She was neither crying nor shouting but rather played an air guitar as she seemed to sing along with us. The sight of her, genuinely having fun and obliviously aware of how noisy the crowd had gotten, was diverting.

I noticed Paul winking in her direction and I could tell, he was thinking the same thing. Then I noticed her dancing a rather odd dance steps and thereupon, a smile crept on the corners of my lips. I tuned all the unnecessary noise off and played enthusiastically. I took a look at her and her friend was telling her something that made her looked at me. I was taken aback by our sudden eye contact and immediately looked away.

The rest of our performance was fuelled by our rousing excitement and enthusiasm. I could not help but chuckle by how silly things was all I'd been hearing throughout our show. After we performed, we bow all together and expressed our gratitude for the audience who came and watched us perform. 

When the lads and I were walking toward our dressing room, minutes after the show, I said, mocking a female voice, "John, marry me!"

The lads let out a chuckle.

"George!" John gasped, also mocking a female voice.

I only chuckled in response.

"George," Paul called.

"What?" I asked.

He looked at me with a quirked eyebrows and a smirk. "It seemed as you couldn't take your eyes off of the bird earlier."

I scrunched my eyebrows together in confusion. "What?"

"Hey, George," Ringo interjected. Then, I turned to him. "It's not good to stare at someone!"

"What?" I asked. "I mean, I know, but what are you all talking about?"

"Hey," Paul began, "do you want to meet her?"

"No, it's alright," I said.

"Is it?" John asked.

The lads looked at me with their brows raised in curiosity.

I pondered, "Well . . . ."

There was no certainty if we'd still see her again or we'd just end up being chased by our fans. But, you know, I had to take a complete consideration of what may occur if we did. Yet, I'd love to meet her but I couldn't avoid this niggling notion that might lead us to a fiasco. I didn't utter a single word, anyhow.

"Well, why are we still fussing about this?" John remarked. "Let's go and meet her."

When we entered the place again, fortunately, it wasn't quite crowded anymore. Yet, the unfortunate part was that, she and her friend were probably no longer inside the theater.