How Could I? //// THE BEATLES STORY

Sea of Monsters

I woke to cars floating by, my head still lent against the telephone box. I panicked. Did it work? What happened?
I heard a sudden knocking and saw an old lady, dressed in 60s attire, banging on the telephone box door angrily.
I sighed happily and jumped out.

"Sorry madam, um, what year is it?"
I asked politely, refraining from screaming in anticipation.

"December "66, deary, now move please."
She angrily nudged me and looked me up and down.
But I was miles away.
I've made it back!
I looked around and saw people walking the streets, looking so cool and calm.
God, I love the 60s.
I smiled and ran to a massive map and searched for the Beatles Apple Records.
If I remember right...
Ugh Meadow, think!

27 Ovington Square!
I looked into Knightsbridge and saw the little square that I was looking for. My heart thudded.
I was only two streets away.
I memorised the map and flew down the roads, not caring about anything else.
I rammed a couple of people and some screamed at me, but it couldn't wipe the permanent grin on my face.

What was I thinking?
Leaving him in the first place was the worst mistake ever.

I raced outside and as it loomed into view, I saw some fans clustered around the entrance and strong guards.

My heart sunk andI screamed in anger, reaching the fans, who looked quizzically my way.
I ignored them and the pounding noise in my ears.
Paul.
He was only in there.
There.

I rammed as hard as I could, scratching what I could and I pushed to the front and came face to face with a red-nosed cop.
He smirked, pushing his arm out.
"End of the line, missy."

I angrily hissed at him and pushed his arm with a strength I hadn't known. 

Paul.
As his arm weakened, I ducked under him and sprinted the stairs, flying into the reception, receiving some worried glances.
I looked wildly around and saw the sign  to the Beatles.
"ARGH!"
I screamed in anger and desperation and flew down the corridor, ignoring the shouts and men flying after me. 
I opened the first door I saw and three girls hummed  into a microphone.
I growled and slammed the door and moved on the next.
Every motion I did screamed at the pulse of Paul, Paul, Paul.
I flung the second door open and a man was adjusting a puppet.
I screamed in anger and ran for the last down on the end.

"PAUL!"
Third. Times. A.  Charm.

I panted  heavily and burst through the door.
I saw Ringo shuffling his hair. 

I saw George tune his guitar.

I saw John burn out a cigarette.

I saw
Paul.
He was so beautiful as I watched him, lost for words. He looked miserable.

Bags under eyes and loss of sparkle. Something had happened.

Me. 
The urge for him was overwhelming and I pounded on the glass,
screaming his name.

"PAUL!"
Tears were flooding my face and my heart thudded oh so loudly.

"PAUL!"
I saw him look up and his beautiful brown eyes made my breath hitch in my throat.

His face contorted into a shock. A surprise shock.
But I could barely register the fact that tears started to fall on his face and he started to get up, when I felt a strong pair of arms around me.
The men had got me. 

I started kicking in earnest, desperate to get to Paul.
I started screaming like a banshee and threw myself around, kicking biting scratching.
"MEADOW!"
Paul was in front of us now and the last thing I saw was Paul desperately trying to pull the guards off me and something hard hit my head and darkness descended.

"paul..."