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Chapter Ninety-Three: Recording Artists

September 11, 1962

The next morning, I got dressed as soon as I was awake and went over to Paul and John's room with a blanket around my shoulders to wake them, knocking tentatively on the door. Brian had been awake long before me, as usual, and had told me to go get everyone as soon as my eyes had opened.

I heard a thud on the other side of the wall and cringed before John made it to the door, wearing pajama pants and a t-shirt and rubbing a spot on his head irritatedly.

"Sorry to wake you?" I blushed, but he smiled when he saw me.

"Paul, Donna's here. Get some bloody clothes on," John called into the room, picking up a pair of trousers off the ground and tossing them to the other side of the room. I heard Paul groan from within.

"I have to—y'know—get George and Ringo," I told him. "I'll be back."

He bobbed his head. "You'd better be back or I'll have to put out a search warrant for your pretty little head," he replied teasingly, giving me a pat on the head. "Now, go wake the others, pet." He gave me a little kiss on the forehead and sent me on my way, closing the door as I turned to go towards the room on the other side of Brian and I's door.

I rapped on the door three times before someone finally got the hint and came to answer it.

"Hey, Epstein," greeted George, his eyes only half-open.

"Time to get up," I said bluntly.

He nodded. "Figured. Ringo, get the fuck up before I kill you—." He turned back to me. "Thanks for the wake-up call, Donna."

"No problem, George." He gave a smile before turning back and closing the door.

I peered down the hotel hallways for a moment, leaning against the wall in between Brian and I's room and George and Ringo's room. I fed on the silence for a moment before Paul and John's door opened again and John stumbled out, yelling something to Paul before closing the door. He came over to me immediately, a big smile on his face.

"Why're you all smiley, then?" I asked amusedly.

He snuck his arms around my waist, settling comfortably against me. "We're finishing it today. After today, Donna, we're gonna be recording artists." He tapped me on the nose playfully.

"That's good," I replied.

He bent down with a smile and put his lips to mine passionately. To my right, a door opened, and a moment later, George had joined us.

"Get a room," he muttered groggily as John pulled away from me.

"Good morning to you too, Georgie," said John.

"I hope one day it's Brian that catches you two and not one of us. That would be a lot more exciting."

John looked at me and I shrugged, slipping out of his grip and going towards Brian and I's door as Paul and Ringo joined us in the hallway.

"I got the Beatles you ordered," I said to Brian sarcastically as the boys all filed into the small hotel room where everything was already packed and tidied up.

Brian looked up from the clock he was staring intently at. "Ah, yes, good job, kiddo."

I nodded to him and fell back onto my bed, feeling John sit down beside me as Brian launched into today's plan, beginning with a long ride up to London.

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"As I write this letter / Send my love to you / Remember that I'll always / Be in love with you."