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Chapter Twenty Three - Lets Fall In Love, Part Two

Notes: I tried something different, and decided to tell this chapter in reverse. 

The Debutantes stepped out onto the stage and were met with booing from the audience. The three young women were surprised with the hostile reaction. They had always been met with enthusiasm. It didn't come close to the intense and passionate reaction The Beatles received. None of the acts on the bill could match that overwhelming and enthusiastic response, but they weren't jeered.

When shouts of Leave George alone began it became obvious to the group why they were being heckled.

Howard watched from backstage, indignant at the hateful treatment of his girls, but he didn't step out and try to stop it.

Annette ran off stage, leaving Charlie and Wanda to face the crowd of displeased fans. The rude chanting persisted, the clueless audience unaware of the fact that the object of George's affections was the one to leave the stage.

This moment was the end of an emotionally difficult day for Charlie, but she refused to be booed off the stage.

Wanda tugged on Charlie's arm for them to leave.

She jerked her arm out of her friend's grasp.

Wanda swiftly walked off stage, leaving Charlie to face the taunting.

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The commotion could be heard in The Beatles dressing room. The tone of the uproar was different from the usual rowdiness of the audience.

"Do they usually get this loud?" Cynthia asked.

John shook his head. "Just with us and never like that,"  He slipped on his crisp white oxford shirt. 

George's thick eyebrows knitted together, a concerned expression appearing on his face. The Debutantes performed before The Beatles, and he instinctively knew the ire of the fans was directed at the girl group. 

Paul was seated in front of the mirror, combing his fringe. He watched George in the mirror, his mate hadn't finished changing into his stage suit, but that hasn't stopped George from heading for the door. "You're only half-dressed, man. Eager to perform? It's not that kind of show." He remarked lightheartedly.

"They've gone past barmy." George replied unsmilingly.

Brian spoke up. "I'm sure it's nothing. I'll have Mal see what the fuss is about." He offered, trying to ease the young man's worried mind.

George wouldn't wait to find out if something was wrong. He knew there was and if it concerned Annette he wanted to be there for her. He opened the door and walked out of the dressing room.

The noise of the crowd became louder. The booing obvious to everyone in the room.

Ringo stubbed out his half-smoked cigarette into the ashtray and stood up from the small table. In a move of solidarity, he headed for the open doorway.

Paul laughed, turning his head. "You haven't got any trousers on."

Ringo looked down at himself. He was only wearing a pair of dress socks pulled up to just below the knees and his buttoned-up oxford shirt. He humorously lifted his head high. "I've got nothing to hide." He walked out of the dressing room.

John cackled. "You've got nothing to show either." He called out. Ringo briefly popped back into the room, shaking his fist at John in mock anger.

Brian sighed, rubbing his forehead in dismay. He looked over at Mal. "Would you?"