Day Tripper

Chapter 2

"Thanks so much!" he pecked my nose and we walked into the men's restroom.

I questioned,"Are you sure no one else is in there?"

Ringo slowly opened the door slightly, popped his head in there, then opened the door for me,"No sweet pea, just George sitting in the corner.

I walked in, took a glance at George, who had his head buried in his knees, and whispered in Ringo's ear,"Aw, poor guy. How come he's so upset?"

"He proposed to his girlfriend right before we came here. Instead of telling him she can't wait until their wedding day like we all thought she would say, she called him a bastard and told him to never communicate with her again. Then our manager made us get into our limousine and drive here almost immediately afterwards."

I whispered back,"Ouch."

"I can hear your bloody voices ye know."

"Who said that?!" queried Ringo franticly.

I pointed to George in the corner, still obviously upset.

"Oh..uhm," Ringo laughed awkwardly,"of course."

"It's okay Hun, we all have our moments." He and I both snickered while walking slowly to George. We sat down by George, he was so still that he seemed almost lifeless.

"Come on," Ringo nudged him,"show the pretty girl ye handsome face."

George's head immediately came up,"A girl?" he then turned to me and furrowed his eyebrows,"Who's this?"

Ringo answered,"This is the pretty girl I was talking about, she's me new friend."

George looked me up and down,"She IS pretty."

I blushed and noticed Ringo clench his jaw, then looked back at George and saw him smiling at me bright eyed.

I told him,"Why thank you Mr. Harrison."

"No problem, Ms..?"

"Miss Barbra Richards," I answered while grinning a wide grin.

His face lit up even more,"Hmmm a beautiful unmarried girl."

My face then turned the color of a cherry tomato, and Ringo added,"You can try all you want, but a lad like you will never get a girl like this."

Me?! Too good for a Beatle?! Yeah right!

Suddenly the door flew open, and it was none other than Paul McCartney running inside,"Come come! The host of the party eh, whatever his name is, wants us all to be in a group picture, even ye Barbra!"

Paul helped all of us up, and took us to the second floor where everyone was taking a group photo. "Paul, next to George! George, next to Barbra! Barbra, next to Ringo! Ringo, next to John!" yelled the photographer. "Smile, say cheese, hold hands, do whatever! Just as long as I'm getting paid!". The host of the party, Mr. Bryan, shot the photographer one look, and he immediately shut up.

George took my hand, Ringo saw and took my hand, George tightened his grip on my hand, Ringo squeezed my hand, George took his hand away and wrapped his arm around my waist, but Ringo took his hand away.

After the photograph was taken, a waiter tapped my shoulder and said,"Ms. Richards, a woman named Courtney Richards would like to speak to you."

He pointed to the telephone on the coffee table across the room, I thanked him, and ran to the telephone and picked it up.

"Hello, mom?"

"Yes dearie, this is she."

"Gee, I never thought you would call."

"What makes you say that?"

"The fact that we haven't spoken in five years.."

"Oh yes, I'm sorry for the inconvenience."

"Is that all you have to say, because I'm busy and I gave to go now. Bye."

"No, no! Wait! Let me say something!"

"Make it quick."

"I'm your mother, be polite."

"Okaaaayyy mom, please tell me what you have to say quickly."

"Well, my boyfriend Joey and I are getting married next Friday in our backyard, you can come if you want."

"Joey?! I don't know a Joey, and what do you mean OUR backyard?"

"He's a very nice man, I think you'll like him. He's the owner of the bar your brother works at. We all live together here in London."

"London?! Since when did you live in London?!"

"Since I fell in love with a British man.."

"Oh okay, alright. I'll think about it. I don't know if I can go at such short notice, but I'll try, maybe."

"You're still not angry with me, are you?" I hung up on her.