In My Life - George Harrison/The Beatles

Chapter Four: This Boy

"I still can't believe you're wearing that!" Ruby exclaimed yet again, gesturing over to Connie's choice of outfit for the evening as they took their seats on the front row of the theatre, awaiting the start of the show.

After Mr Hill had told her all about the job Brian Epstein had requested her for, and after a few hours of deliberation, he had recomended to Connie that she took someone else along with her. She knew it was just to make sure she stayed focused ad didn't get distracted from the job at hand, but she also couldn't help but think it was all because he didn't trust her to do a good job of it. Either way, she'd been stuck with requesting the help of someone, and considering she would have much rather gauged her eyes out than ask Henry along, she asked Ruby, an idea that seemed pretty smart at the time.

However, Connie was regretting her decision after Ruby had spent the whole night so far critisisng her choice of outfit. Whilst she'd gone for a tartan dress that reached just above her knee and featured a little white collar, wearing small kitten heels with her hair pushed back by a white alice band, Connie's outfit couldn't have been more different. She'd gone back to her roots, wearing checked trousers with a white shirt tucked in, finishing off her outfit with her old leather jacket, the one that had the small beetle pin John had bought her as a going away present. It wasn't as if she was that shocking, she was still wearing heels and her hair was straight, but the casuality of her clothes shocked Ruby, who still couldn't seem to get her head around most people in the country not being able to constantly afford the nicest, new dresses.

"I can't believe it, we're front row for a Beatles concert and then we're going to meet them as press, and you're wearing that," Ruby continued, and as she was speaking, Connie found herself staring at the stage, as if trying to see past the curtains covering the wings, wondering what the boys were doing at that precise moment.

"I'm sure they won't mind," she muttered quietly, and she was truly sure, considering her outfit that night was the sort of thing she always used to wear back home.

"Well, whatever," Ruby rolled her eyes, and Connie could only hope she was going to drop the topic fully. "I actually can't believe we're here! This gig sold out months ago, but yet here we are with press passes! Which one's your favourite? I think I like John the best, he's the most handsome,"

"I don't have a favourite," she lied, remembering all the rehearsals she'd go to where she'd tell John and Paul that George was her favourite, just to wind them up. After Ringo joined, she loved teasing the three of them by calling him her new favourite; Not that it was true, George would always be her favourite. "You think John's handsome?"

"Of course! Don't you?" At first Ruby's response made her want to laugh, though the dumbfounded expression of shock on her face as she suggested Connie finding John handsome made her grimace slightly.

"No, no way," she tried to remember that Ruby didn't know they were related, but even so, it was hard to hide her disgust at her suggestion. "What about the others?"

"I don't know, I wish I had eyelashes as nice as Paul's, and Ringo seems like a nice man, but God, don't you think George is handsome too? You must think he's handsome!" Ruby frowned slightly as she began, before she turned to Connie enthusiastically, and upon seeing the small blush rising on her cheeks at the mention of George, she laughed triumphantly. "So he's your favourite, then! I couldn't imagine that, you and George Harrison,"

Connie frowned slightly at Ruby's surprise, not sure as to why she couldn't imagine George being her favourite. Her mind spun with the memories of George, the way he was when they were teenagers, when they used to hang out. Neither of them really realised that what they were doing was going out on dates but going out for lunch, walking down by the docks, going to the record store, going to the cinema when they could afford it... All of that was the sort of thing girls like Ruby would have classed as a date, and maybe they were dates, but neither George or Connie were brave enough to admit to that fact.