I Saw Her Standing There

Chapter 3

KERIN POV

"Do ya think she's alright Johnny?"

"I don't know George. Now cool it, she might be sick or somethin' like that"

A wave of pain spread through my head. I felt like I had been hit by a truck and my feet were killing me too. The room smelled like smoke, almost like my Uncle's house over in California. On top of my pain, I could barely remember anything. I recalled screaming John's name and such and then I ran over to him and he smiled and all that. And then-

Oh no.

My eyelids rapidly opened and I saw them. John Lennon and George Harrison.

"HEY! Look Johnny!!", George exclaimed as he started shaking John's shoulder over and over. "She's up. Well look at that. John Lennon, the miracle worker." His smile was wide and I couldn't help but giggle at his two very recognizable canine teeth. His expression reminded me of a 5 year old boy on Christmas morning.

"Alright George we get it. You can calm down now mate. We don't want to scare the bird, now do we? What's your name"

I still sat in shocked silence.

"Not this again. You do have a name right?", he continued.

"Kerin. My name's Kerin Matthews. And you are?" I immediately wanted to slap myself across the face for asking such a stupid question. Of course I knew who he was or else I wouldn't be acting like such an idiot. And besides, who doesn't know John Lennon?

John let out a quick chuckle and started to rub his hands together. "Well I'm John...the miracle worker according to him." He gave a quick glance over to George who had since lost interest in this conversation. "Well he get's distracted easily now doesn't he?" he said with a wink to me. I wish I could have fainted right then and there but I had already passed out enough for one evening.

"So you're the Beatles and-"

"Now hold on just a sec!", John quickly cut in. "We're not the Beatles, we're John and George. We're missing half of the group. I'm sorry for them being so impolite as to miss this joyous celebration we're having." he said very sarcastically. Of course, I could take a hint.

"Ok then. If you'll just show me to the door I'll be on my way. I can tell when I'm not wanted." I added a snippy tone in my voice. Hell, I learned how to take care of myself since I was 6. Nobody has ever helped me. I don't take crap from anyone, even if it's from a celebrity.

John still stood there with his arms crossed across his chest and a certain curious gleam in his eye. I could tell he was trying to figure me out, so I decided to leave on my own.

"Wait! Now don't ya want to know how you got here?"

I turned around to face him again and copied his stance, which earned me a Lennon grin. He walked over to one of the loveseats and patted the cushion next to him. "Come on now. Don't be shy missy. I do a fairly good job on not biting my guests." I playfully rolled my eyes and sat down next to him. He patted his knees and took on a new voice that would remind anybody of their own grandfather.

"Well. A long long time ago...oh let's say 30 minutes now...a girl ran up and snatched my hand. Now of course, I wanted it back. I soon found out that this girl couldn't speak. Oh wait! She could say 'huh-duh' which must be a new language that she had come up with."

I started to leave but he grabbed my arm and gently pulled me back down. I proceeded for him to continue, except I was quite embaressed already. He raised his eyebrow at me but still continued.

"Now...I wanted to help this girl but she was terribly difficult to work with. For starters, she soon forgot how to walk and I had to carry her up 5 flights of stairs to this 'ere very room. Then she woke up to see a beautiful angel of a face appear before her. This angel was named John. What John had learned from this girl's sleep-talking was that he was the handsomest man in the land. And they would soon get married and live happily ever after."

He paused to look at me with another slight grin and my cheeks began to change to a bright red. I held my hands up in surrender.

"Okay, okay I get it. So i guess I talk in my sleep huh?" He nodded eagerly. "Look I'm sorry for all the trouble I've caused and I'll just head on home now alright?"

"No," he protested.

"No? Why can't I leave?"

"Because I've grown quite fond of you. You are very different um...Kerin. And I can see that we'll be great friends. Now I remind you, FRIENDS. No offense but you're not really my type."

I could tell that he was trying to stop blushing but it wasn't exactly working. "So what does this mean?"

He pondered for a few moments. "It means that I want you to stay for the show. You can watch from backstage. You might be able to hear from there because unfortunately our fans aren't too keen on actually listening to the music."

"I do. I absolutely love it. That's all I do is sit at home and listen to my records. Well, I do other things too but-"

I was cut off by his light laugh. "It's alright Kerin. Now come on, I want you to meet the rest of the lads."