Anna (Go To Him) ~The Beatles fan fiction~

~ Chapter Nine ~

"Clear the exit! Please, clear the exit!" a police officer's voice was shouting above the hysterical screams that echoed in the big venue, in his arms was an unconscious girl who had just fainted, probably, from lack of oxygen since I could have heard her screams from the other side of the venue. She wasn't the first girl to be carried out by police men to get checked out by medical support, and surely she wasn't going to be last.

The boys set had just ended and with not a lot of hesitation, from their side, they ran off the stage, so that they wouldn't be suffocated by all the screaming girls who tried to crawl up the stage. However, none of the hysterical fans didn't seem to be ready to leave without the force of police.

I was standing and observing the chaos from the sidelines, seeing the police men struggling against the crowd, dragging out kicking and screaming girls. Beatlemania, that's the word everyone uses when they refer to this chaos. At least that's what I have read on the newspapers that Paul or Ringo had left on the table every morning.

"Miss, I have to ask you to leave. The concert is over and we have to clear out the venue." a rough voice and a pressure on my shoulder pulled me out of my thoughts as I looked up to see a policeman with graying hair and thick 'tache beneath his nose. He was smiling but it was forced. Poor man, he's probably is struggling to not to lash out on the rebellious fans who don't understand that it's the end and that The Beatles have done with their set.

I smiled, kindly. "I'm a close friend of The Beatles, they asked me to stay and wait for them." I didn't know if it was the stone look in his eyes or the annoyed sigh that came from his mouth, but the harshness of his voice told me that he didn't believe a word I had said.

"Not another one." He groaned under his breath."Look, miss, we have not been informed of any 'close friend' that will be waiting for the performers and, quite frankly, you're not the first 'close friend' to say this. So, I'm asking you once again, please leave the premises." It, clearly, wasn't a question but a demand and I found myself skimming the room to see if I can find any traces of the boys or Brian. I didn't care that there were girls who claimed to be their friend because I was their friend, and I wasn't lying and sure as hell I wouldn't let anyone accuse of doing so.

I felt the policeman tug on the material of my coat and quickly I snapped my attention back to him. "Excuse me. I'm not lying, I really am their friend." I said in a calm tone, not letting annoyance seep in my voice. With one large tug I freed my coat from the man's grip and crossed my arms across my chest.

He must have still thought that I was lying as he huffed in annoyance and sarcastically mumbled. "And I'm a friend of fucking Elvis Presley. C'mon miss, I don't have time for this."

Panic rose in my chest as I realised that he is kicking me out of the venue and that the boys will think that I had ditched them once they'll realise that I'm not here. I didn't even know where the hotel was, as it was located in the area I had never been before knowing them, so I couldn't even walk to the hotel.

"No, please! Don't you recognise me? I am the girl from the newspaper! The girl who was with Paul McCartney!" I exclaimed, not seeing any other way of how to convince the policeman to let me stay.

Either he hadn't heard me or he chose to ignore me as he grabbed my arm and forcefully pulled me towards the exit. I knew that I wouldn't be able to break free from his tight grip and even if I did I would, probably, be carried out like all the other rebellious fans.

Just when I had lost all my hope of convincing the man to let me go, I caught a sight of Brian and didn't hesitate to get his attention.

"Brian! Brian!" My voice carried out in the big venue as I trashed against the policeman's grip. Confused, Brian started to let his sight trail across the venue searching for the source of the voice that had screamed his name. Our eyes locked and I sighed in relief when with quick strides he came towards my still trashing form, stil fighting against the policeman.