Just to Dance with you

What You're Doing

The night carried on as it would any other night at the Cavern. Rory was playing up a storm (lol), everyone was up on their feet dancing, Lucy and Pete we're still talking and George kept hold of me protectively, swaying my hips along with his in time with the beat Ringo was playing.

"Alright ladies and....gents, w...we're going to take a quick break...but we'll be back i...in a few." Rory spoke trying to keep his stutter suppressed to the audience of screaming girls. I spotted Mandy in the crowd up at the front next to the stage, she caught my eye and winked at me before grinning cheekily. Without missing a beat, she jumped up onto the stage and wrapped her arms around Rory giving him a big kiss, earning gasps and screams from the crowd. She giggled to herself, leaving Rory looking a little stunned as she sprinted over to me with a big grin plastered on her face.

"Watch this." She giggled into my ear, turning her attention back to the stage. My gaze followed hers to the front of the crowd, I couldn't help but laugh as I noticed the girls closest to the stage started to climb up to copy my sisters antics. Poor Rory looked petrified, he started backing up with his hands held up innocently.

"No no she's my girlfriend! This isn't just how we do things around here!" He shrieked, turning and jumping off the stage. He glared over at Mandy and pulled a funny face at her and rushed to go backstage with the rest of the band.

Mandy and I couldn't help but crease over in hysterics at the scene she caused. George, Paul and John walked over to us, drinks in hands and suspicions risen at our uncontrollable giggle fit.

"What's got to you?" George chuckled, placing his hand on my waist as I leaned into his side still hysterical.
John glanced over to the stage, his eyes lit up in realisation, noticing the girls being ushered off the stage by the barman and he began chuckling.
"They're fucking crazy... the lot of 'em.....when we make it big, I hope our fans are somewhat sane...unlike these girls, this is something else." He sighs and chuckles into his drink. Mandy and I finally caught our breath and I shook my head at my sister.

"You're evil, poor Rory looked terrified." I giggled taking a sip of the drink that George had brought back for me.
"Eh he's used to it." Mandy shrugged giggling to herself.

Just then an unfamiliar voice called out to the boys....a brown haired, well dressed man placed his hand on John's shoulder....he looked a little older than the boys and the club didn't seem to be the type of place he'd frequent but I was intrigued to see what the man had to say.

"I thought I'd find you boys here." His accent was a lot posher than most from around here, but he was still a scouser, though he didn't dress like one. He wore a smart blue suit and his hair was slicked back and somewhat wavy. Mandy excused herself and headed backstage to find Rory. George wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me closer, noticing my curiosity of who this man was, giving me a kiss on the head.

"Alright Eppy, didn't expect to see you here." Paul spoke up and it finally clicked. Brian Epstein, the boys new manager, he didn't look anything like I'd expected him to, mind you he didn't look much like the sort you would expect a manager to look like, nor for someone from Liverpool would....he was very clean.

Brain had to take a double look at the boys roughed up appearance once we'd turned to acknowledge him while furrowing his eyebrows in confusion. He opened his mouth to speak but the words seemed to fail him, John noted this and placed his drink down onto the table next to us, getting ready to make up another bullshit story.

"Basically what happened was-" he started before George cut him off.
"They got in a fight." George cleared his throat, earning a disappointed look from John who had obviously just come to a brilliant tale of heroism.
Brian looked at the other two Beatles in bewilderment and shook his head looking down at the notes he was carrying. He tutted and looked back up.