Why I looked to Calico Skies

the Beginning of Beatlemania February 1964

The plane had finally landed.

A plump woman, about in her 30's, greets us by the doorway out.

"Alright! Here you are! I must ask that whatever happens, stay calm. The girls are obviously excited for your arrival, and will take chances. Good luck on Ed Sullivan, and have fun!"
The woman pulls the door open.

A blast of cool air hits our faces, followed by the obnoxious screaming of nearly, one. million. teenage. girls.
"Holy shit." Ringo laughs in shock. I let them pass me by as the screaming gets louder , watching them greet their fans.

We quickly exit off the plane, escorted by what seemed to be 50 officers. Gates led a path way to the door. Yet, the majority of the girls had either managed to climb them- or play possum to get carried over by authorities.

A sudden jerk to my shoulders fall on me. "You'll have to ride the separate car. " an officer states. John looks back in a more stern-like action. "Fucking hell, she's my sister. She'll be coming with us!" He then calls. "Sir, I assure you, she'll be fine. We'll be driving behind your vehicle to the hotel. I promise she'll get there safe." "If she comes back with one hair off her head, I swear on me mum, I'll tear you apart." John sighs with fury and looks down to me. "I'll be watching for you, love. Now I've got to go, be safe. I love you. " he kisses me on the cheek, then quickly runs to his car. I follow the man into a limo, in which holds five other passengers. I sit next to a boy- about my age.
"Hello there." He smiles "what's your name?" "Sophia." I grin politely. "I'm Jack. Nice to meet you Sophia." A short pause suddenly arises from the both of us. Jack was so striking. His hair- a teddy boy haircut without grease, sandy hair, sea blue eyes. I couldn't bare to say anything stupid in front of him. "So, what brings you to America? I'm originally from here, but judging by your accent...and uh...it's cute...you have a great accent. " Jack blushes, obviously attempting to mentally erase what was said. "Why thank you. I'm from Liverpool, actually. My big brother's John Lennon- He'll be playing on the Ed Sullivan show with his band tonight." I smile. "Oh, my dad- he uh, we're from New Jersey actually. But he's actually been working with your brother, my father Allen Klein." Jack states proudly. Goodness, this must be my big chance. "Will you be at the show tonight?" I blurt out. "Yeah! w-wanna sit together? I mean if you want to.." We all suddenly feel the car come to a stop. As we exit the car I nod in agreement. "Where should I find you, Jack from New Jersey?" I giggle. "Very top. My father reserved a whole box seat for me. I'm kinda spoiled." He laughs. "Well, sounds like a plan. I'll be seeing you soon, Jack." I smile, then randomly (and uncontrollably) kiss him on the cheek and walk off. In the corner of my eye, I see his gorgeous smile as he shakes his head and laughs.

"I saw that." Paul nudges me jokingly. "Shut up!" I laugh, blushing ever so hard. I walk to retrieve my bags from the car in which the boys road In before heading inside. "What's wrong Soph? Your face looks like a cherry!" John smirks, looking as if he knew what just happened. "Nothing..." I shake my head, climbing on top of the golden poles of the hotel carts- because who could resist? "Who was the boy then?" George begins to push the carts to the elevator, in which causes a spark to fly in John's curiosity. "Boy?" "He's an American, Jack. His father works with you.- Allen." I blush slightly, the boys suddenly give each other devilish looks. "Ahh..lil' American boy, I see?" Paul gives his signature cheeky look. God- I hated when he did so. I felt as if my face was a hot shade of red, the kind of which tells others "you're right.". The boys all begin to laugh as the doors open again. John pulls me off the top and carries me like a baby, kissing every inch of my face as a mother would to her child. "You're always going to be my little Sophie. no boys until you're thirty." He tickles me, I kick and squirm as I laugh. "Alright, alright!" I push John away, face still red from laughing. I resume my professional- more focused look. Fixing my braid back into its original place as we enter the hotel room. "Fixing your hair for Jack, I see?" John cackles, followed by the giggles of the boys. I pull a silk pillow from the cart "Shut up!" I cry, slinging it at John. Ringo then picks me up- carrying me upside down as John, Paul, and George begin to hit me with other pillows as well. I wiggle out of Ringo's strong arms, falling face-first on the floor, the boys burst in laughter. Grabbing a longer pillow from one of the beds I yell with an mischievous look between laughs "You'll all be sorry for that!" I raise the pillow as I stand on the bed. "Oh shit!" John screams, the boys begin to run out of the hotel room in all different directions. My feet burst out the door to follow. From the corner of the hallway, Paul hides behind a plant. Running towards him, a sharp squeal comes from deep inside him as I throw the pillow. Immediately he picks it up- coming straight for me. "I've got it!" Paul screams to the others as they come out with their "weapons" (Ringo in which, carries his shoe). I run to a nearby food cart in which sits by the entrance to the stairwell.