Lonely People

The Last Show and The Second Move

During the course of sixteen shows, we only got three nights off. Each night Molly, Janice, and I used to search for flats. Ringo told me he was doing the same, and I was sure George wouldn't be too far behind. Soon, all of us would live in London together to be near each other as well as our jobs. It seemed like the perfect dream.

"I dunno, seems a bit cramped to me," I stated, looking at a photo of the first flat we looked at.

My hands were shuffling through a stack of polaroids sitting on the table in our dressing room. We have twenty minutes until we were needed on stage for our first skit, which required the three of us to be hanging by wires from the ceiling. Janice, Molly, and I had been in our dressing room for what seemed like hours getting into costumes and harnesses. 

"I like this one," Molly pulled one of the polaroids from the bottom of the stack and handed it to me.

We had looked at five different flats the day before and taken pictures of all of them. The one she handed me had four bedrooms, two bathrooms, a kitchen, a large living room, and a medium sized balcony. It even had a fireplace. Janice looked over my shoulder and nodded.

One of the stagehands was helping get my harness on as Ellen helped Molly and Peter helped Janice. The stagehand pulled the strap and made me jump as the harness tightened quickly.

"Fucking hell, I'm not a bloody straw!" I exclaimed, "You're going to snap my bones!"

The stagehand cringed before loosening the harness a bit. Ellen shot me a warning glare, and I quickly closed my mouth. It was the last show, and Ellen was about to strangle us all. One hair out of line, and I would be skinned alive.

All of us were at our wit's end. It took a tremendous amount of willpower for me not to smack the director every time he told me what to do. Even Molly, the level-headed Molly, snapped at the stagehand. We were all about to collapse.

Luckily, after tonight, we were done with The Christmas Show. We would be free to do whatever we pleased until the next performance, or until the tour. There had been talk of a Beatles world tour with Revolution as their opening band. I had overheard Ellen and Brian whispering that morning. The prospect of touring the world was both exciting and terrifying. A world tour was officially the toppermost of the poppermost, and we hadn't even left Europe yet. It would be like going from a tricycle to a motorbike.

"Alright, let's go get you three on the wires," Ellen said, doing her best to smile.

We all glared at her. As much as I loved Ellen, she was getting on my nerves. Looking back on it, it wasn't Ellen, it was the show. Everything was getting on my nerves, making me want to punch everyone who so much as looked at me.

The stagehand led us around backstage and towards the wires. Those wires would lift us up to the ceiling and move us around as the director wished. Molly, Janice, and I stood in a perfect line as the stagehands began to strap us in.

"You three look lovely."

Paul came around the corner, smirking the entire time. He was dressed like a knight, just like in our first skit. He looked at me and did his best to suppress his laughter, but it came out in the form of snorts.

"Sod off, Paul."

Victor had us dressed as the sun, the moon, and a star. Janice was the sun. Her dress was bright orange, and she wore an orange veil. Sunbeams made of styrofoam flapped under her arms and around her torso making her look more like an orange spider than a sun.

Molly was the moon. She wore a silver dress with a hoop skirt that made her look like she was walking around wearing a giant cup around her waist. We could barely get close enough to touch her.