Roxan ~ In My Life with the Beatles

30

Australia- Whistle Stop Sydney.

We arrived in Sydney on the 11th June after a pitstop in Darwin to allow the aeroplane to refuel. A rainstorm meant thousands of girls were drenched and soon enough the boys were too.

"What happened at the airport, we finally got off the plane and saw the truck travelling awfully slow?" I broached the subject with trepidation as the boys were blue. Yes blue!
Their matching capes' (courtesy of a Hong Kong tailor) dye had run and soaked right through; they all looked like Celtic warriors covered in blue ink.

"The truck driver refused to drive faster he was doing around a mile a bloody hour" John hollered from the bathroom "Wouldn't go straight into the terminal either all our umbrellas turned inside out. I was yelling at the bloke 'faster, faster', the clod had deaf ears!"

Neil and I had to cover our mouths so not to laugh, that caused George to clip Neil over the back of the head "Not funny! You two with your nice warm car motoring straight to the hotel"

"You will laff about it one day" I spoke hopefully, to lighten the blue mood. Haha blue- mood!

"Not likely" Paul pouted "Just look at my new suit- ruined, wipe that smirk of your face Aspinall or I'll have your suit instead!"

"Lots there though being rainin' an all" Mal mumbled "I overheard the terminal chap say about 300 police and I reckon at least 10,000 fans"

"George, get your bony arse back in from the balcony" Neil yelled to George through the double doors.

"What's he doing?" John calls from the bed he was now reclining on "He's probably only appeasing the adoring fans with a friendly wave"

I glance up at George averting my eyes quickly "He's only got a short bath towel on!" laughter rings throughout the room behind an underclad George. The sight even making the lounging John rejoin us in the main room. But I need him inside. "George. Really?? Get some duds on. You'll catch your death of a cold"

"Yes alright, Mudda" George mutters as he retreats inside grabbing a sandwich off the table then waving it at me "Such a party popper you are Miss Nicholls. Just trying to liven the joint up, I dislike waving from windows. It's tacky, it is. Just sets 'em off don't it. But a balcony..."

"George, I don't want the girls all fainting in the streets, that's all.....Stop grinning like a Cheshire Cat you naughty Beatle!" I give up and move over to the dining table, it's set up like a military command post. I need to sort press releases and order the tribe their preferred meals for the next day. "Can someone see who is knocking at the door, please"

"...Oh great. Thanks" Neil thanks the hotel bellboy for a note he is holding "Says here our Richard is leaving the Kingdom today! Should touch down on the fourteenth"

All of us cheer.

It isn't at all the same without Richard. And I'm looking forward to Brian taking over most of this workload, I'm sure I'm stuffing everything up. I have now reread the itinerary three times! And still can't make heads nor tails of it! I give up and go grab a bikkie from Georges not so secret stash. It's going to be a long tour.

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"I'm going out for a bit, maybe grab some snacks and such" I tell no one in particular; I didn't think anyone heard me 'til John flashes out of his room. It's now seven p.m, dark but plenty of street lights illuminating the footpath.

"Is that safe luv, perhaps you should have an escort?"

"Oh ok, fine..... Neil feel like a stroll?" I like taunting John he is so animated in everything he does. So when I can one-up him it's terribly funny.