Kara's POV
I sit in John's room on the couch. All of us girls have gathered there. Cyn is preparing tea. We all chat and joke about the absurd craziness that broke out when George told everyone about me. The guys are all at sound check. We are to take a car later since the show isn't for another couple of hours. We sip at the tea as the news plays quietly on the telly.
"That was so crazy!" Linda remarks.
"I remember when Paul told everyone of me. They were all so so upset. But not like this!"
"I think it's because George was the last one thought available." Maureen offers.
"Probably." Cyn says.
We talk about George's and my plans for the wedding. It's a short conversation since George and I haven't made any plans except for as soon as possible. I find myself really enjoying the company of these three. I am able to relate to each of them in some way. And that's really nice. It helps that they're all friendly too.
A little while later, the room telephone rings. Cyn answers it. When she returns a moment later she announces the car has arrived. We all gather our things and head quickly down the lifts and out to the back door where a slick black Rolls with tinted windows is waiting. We arrive at the concert hall in just a few minutes. I gaze in wonder at the number of people already waiting outside. The concert is to start at 8 and it's currently 6:45. The car turns down the alley way and stops. I climb out behind Linda and we all make our way inside. The guard at the door nods his head to us. We maneuver our way through the huge place to the backstage. The boys are doing a last sound check so we go to their dressing rooms. We all wait outside them for the guys to come. Not more than ten minutes and we hear John's voice and Paul's laugh erupting from the end of the hallway. They soon appear around the corner and go into their separate rooms.
I follow George into his. I sit on the couch. I'm incredibly uncomfortable and nervous but as long as I'm with George, I know I'll be okay. He changes into his concert suit and then sits next to me. He lays down and rests his head on my lap and shuts his eyes. I look around the room as I play with George's hair. There's a knock at the door and Brian enters.
"Alright kids. George you've to be at the stage right in ten. Kara, you're to meet at the fire escape in fifteen." He shuts the door.
We hear him knocking on Ringo's door and saying the same thing to them. George gets up and holds his hand out to me as I stand. He opens the door and follows me out. We walk hand in hand to where George is supposed to go. When we get there, he points me to where I need to go.
"Good luck." I say. He grabs me tight and kisses me.
"Love you always." He says.
"Love you always." I say back.
He grabs his guitar from a crew member and turns to wave. I wave back and go to where the other girls are waiting. We wait there until the guys go onstage. When the first one is spotted, the already loud screams erupt even louder. Once they're into their first song, us girls move to stand by Brian.
I watch George. He does all these little dances and lets out many laughs. He looks so happy out there. I smile at the sight. At a break between songs, George turns to where we are. He gives a quick smile before turning back.
Two hours and three encores later, the guys come off for good. Sweat drips from their bodies as they hand off their guitars.
"Showers. Now." Brian instructs, pointing to the hallway where the dressing rooms are.
The boys are all high on adrenaline from the show, dancing and shouting their way down the hall. Brian rolls his eyes as he follows behind. Cyn says that we will wait where we are. We chat now that the volume has died down once the crowd realizes the boys aren't coming back.
"Is it always like this?" I ask. Linda nods.
"Sometimes it's worse." Maureen says.
A short while later, Brian emerges with the boys trailing behind, in new suits, hair still wet from the showers. George kisses my cheek, immediately wrapping his arm around my waist. Brian tells us that we are all to go back to the hotel, food will be delivered there. We climb into the car, everyone still buzzing from the show. I hold George's hand tight, almost as if I'm afraid to let him go. He holds mine just as tightly. It's a while before we arrive at the hotel but when we do, it's the same routine as before.
We all say goodnight and head to our separate rooms, starved, as we wait for the food Brian promised.
