The End (Beatles Fanfiction)

Chapter 8

{so if you are a bit confused with the format of the story, there are chapters taking place during the pre-fame days of the Beatles. Those are in the third person. The chapters taking place in the late-sixties, the Let it Be sessions, those are in the first person, from multiple points of view.

I'm sorry I didn't clear that up before.

PEACE AND LOVE L***}

That's a lovely house, Prudence thought. She stood at the end of the walkway and looked at the dwelling in front of her. It was made of dark-brown bricks, with windows painted white and a red door. It stood two stories high, with a cellar below.

The cellar was where she and her friend, Layla, were headed.

"Come 'ead, Pru!" Layla said, walking towards the red door. Prudence sucked in a breath, and followed.

The two reached the door, and Layla rang the doorbell.

"This is so exciting!" she said, a smile on her face. "You've finally decided to come with me!"

"Yeah, well, you're always going on and on about the music here, so I decided to come and get you to quit yer yammering," Prudence retorted with a smile.

But she knew that wasn't why she came that evening.

"You're really going to love it," Layla assured her as the two kept waiting for someone to answer the door.

Prudence nodded and looked herself up and down quickly. Light blue Wing Dings on her feet, a matching purse in her hand, a yellow skirt ending just above the knees, and a light pink blouse on top. Her hair was tied back in a bouncy ponytail, and she ran her hand along the side of her head to keep all stray hairs in check. She quickly whipped out her compact, and looked at her reflection. She had on light red lip gloss, and mascara coated her lashes, making them appear longer than they were, their true length being a characteristic that Prudence rather disliked. Seeing nothing that she could fix, Prudence placed the mirror back in her purse.

The two girls heard footsteps inside the house, and the door opened. A tall, pretty-faced woman appeared at the door. Her hair was tied up in a bun, and she wore a simple floral dress. She put on a welcoming smile.

"Hello, Mona," Layla said, giving her a hug.

"Layla, my dear, it's so good to see you again," the woman returned. She looked at Prudence, and smiled again.

"Hello," Prudence said, smiling herself. "My name is Prudence. It's nice to meet you, Mrs. Best-"

"Please, love, call me Mona, everyone does," she interrupted cheerily. She put her hands on her hips. "Now, you two lovelies must be here for the music, right?"

The two girls nodded.

"Well, right this way, then," Mona began to walk down the hall, and Layla and Prudence followed. It was a nice house, with simple decorations. Prudence could hear a dull thudding coming from below.

Mona turned abruptly, and opened a door, leading to a staircase.

"It's right down here, in the Rainbow Room," she explained. "Layla knows the way. They've started some time ago, so I believe you missed most of the set." She flashed an apologetic smile.

"Oh, it's alright, Mona!" Layla replied. "It's our fault for being late. I just wanted to give Prudence here a little taste of fine culture," she added with a grin.

Mona laughed. "Well, they are regulars, you know. It's very comfortable, having my own Pete playing in their band, for them to perform here often."