Beauty and the Beatle

Chapter 11: All I Have to Do is Act Naturally

A day later, they headed to a hotel, they were about to have a press conference, their song had been climbing on the charts lately; a lot of people were already in the room. There were four chairs, Paul, John and Ringo immediately sat, 10 minutes before the press conference, it was amazing to see how calmed they looked. All the chairs were taken by other members of the press.

"And you don't have any?" Norm asked George.

He shook his head

"What is it?" Michelle asked them.

"I have a terrible headache," he complained, his eyes looked tired.

"I saw a chemist; I can go and buy some aspirins,"

Norm hugged her saying "Oh please dear, I need the wit of this boy,"

She smiled and went to buy the pills. It wasn't very far so it didn't take her a lot to return, she was about to enter the building, a man and a woman asked her if the conference had already started, she said no, in a second attempt to enter, the man stopped her.

"Please, we work for  Tomorrow magazine, don't worry I'm sure you haven't heard of it , is somewhat new, we'd like to go inside, do you think you can get us in?"

"I'm sorry but I can't help you." she apologized.

"I know you can, I see that you have that journalist pass, please. This lady is my friend Gill and..."

"I don't know if I'm allow to, I'm truly sorry," she replied.

"Come on, you know what is like being a girl in the journalist's world," He insisted.

"Thomas, she can't do anything, she clearly doesn't want to help us," his coworker added.

She looked at her "I'd like to but..."

"Listen, Michelle," he guessed her name because she had it in her nametag "If Gill gets- if we get this interview we won't have to worry anymore, the boss has threatened to fire us, and he really wants Gill out,"

Michelle was familiar with that situation, so she gave in, "Ok, come with me, but you have to stay in the back, there are no seats left," she instructed.

They followed her, and entered, they thanked her and she left. Thomas saw her giving George a glass of water and an aspirin, he realised that she was more than a reporter.

25 minutes lasted the press conference; they were lead to the back, where a car was waiting for them. Shake went towards Michelle and gave her a note, before getting in the car she read it.

We want to thank you, dinner maybe? –Thomas and Gill

That afternoon Michelle, Ringo and Paul were playing cards in the lobby of the Hotel, while John read a book sitting next to them.

"I'll never get this game," she complained.

"It's not that you don't get it, you're bad at it," he answered

"Well, thank you Richard Starr that is encouraging," she grinned.

"But you're good at other things, don't worry! At writing, reading...-"

"Kissing," John whispered.

Michelle must've heard that because she turned red as a ruby.

"And what girls are good for," Ringo ended.

"I can't bake."

"Shame on you darling," he said "I better go, I'm exhausted," He took his cards.

Michelle and Paul were talking; to be precise she was talking. Paul pretended to hear, but he was looking at John, he seemed to be glancing at her, not even reading his book.