~Chapter Eight~

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I was a bit nervous when the coppers started guiding us into the venue as they surrounded me and the lads in a tight circle. However, a pressure was soon placed on the small of my back as I looked at Paul who was grinning with confidence, whilst sharing a laugh with the copper by his side. I guess, the freaked out look on my face wasn't as unnoticeable as I hoped that it would be and I could feel my face heating up from the embarrassment.

We were lead through a long hall in which several pictures of artists were proudly smiling at our walking forms. The walls of it looked run down as the beige colouring was peeling off in some places, showing just how old this building was but it still stood proudly in the centre of Liverpool, inviting the people to see amazing shows. I felt excited to see how preparing for the show happened, for I always have been in the audience, and a full blown grin stretched across my face.

"Well, don't you look excited!" I felt someone's elbow nudging my side and looked to my left to see a grinning George, a cigarette was hanging from his lips as he walked by my side.

"Well, aren't you?" I asked the man, letting my eyes wander around the walls of the hall, the grin still plastered on my face.

"Not really." George's response caught me by surprise as I stared at him in confusion. "I mean, it's not the same, y'know. The very first shows were gear and I remember that lads and I couldn't stop giggling like little school girls but now it's a bit repetitive." I heard George's voice close to my ear as the halls were getting noisier and noisier with ringing sound of girls' screams and shouts. I looked at him with a puzzled expression, not understanding at all what he meant. Some people would do anything to live such life, to be able to travel places and see different faces.

"Oh." escaped from my mouth voicing my puzzled thoughts and George's laugh filled the hall, along with the noise of the other lads having conversations with the coppers. This made my puzzled thoughts run wildly within my head as I tried to understand what was so funny.

"Don't get me wrong, Anna. I love it, I really do. Meeting new people and seeing new places, that's probably my favourite part of being a Beatle. To be able to meet the fans and see smiles on their faces. Yeah, I love it." he chuckled at my expression which showed a wide grin on my face. The chuckle was accompanied by another nudge of his elbow as he grinned and continued talking. "I can assure you, thou, Anna. Once the new stuff will be ready to go, we'll be giggling like little school birds, again. You'll see."

A laugh escaped through my lips as I couldn't help but imagine the four Beatles sharing a giggle together. Oh, how I wish to see that.

"Oh, Eppy, you swine!" suddenly John's voice filled the hallway as everyone turned to look at the man who was standing by a door, at the very end of the hall. I have come to learn that John and Brian have a really strange relationship, more so from John's side than from Brian's. Paul had let me in on a secret and had said that Brian is not interested in girls and it is the main reason why John likes to tease him. That poor man, it must be hard to manage the group and, to top it off, deal with John's constant teasing.

"John, you're late." was the reply that the well dressed man gave to John, as his ageing face was pulled in an annoyed grimace. It was strange to see Brian so moody, for he has always been the cheery manager of the Beatles whenever I had met him. I must have not been the only one to notice Brian's change in mood as every conversation stopped.

"Nonsense, you're too early, Eppy!" John exclaimed, not really noticing the annoyed look on Brian's face.

"Now is not the time for your jokes, John. The audience has just been let in, giving you 10 minutes to get ready. Before you go on stage, the girls are waiting to apply some powder in the dressing room, so hurry up!" Brian gestured for us to go through the door behind him and motioned for coppers to leave now. Never have I ever seen Brian so bossy.

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