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I looked around the room, it was not England, it was not the room of Becky's townhouse, I was not there anymore, I was back in my old room, laying on my own bed looking out the window, was it all a dream? a fake? a scam? I did not believe it, I could not believe it, maybe this is all a dream, maybe it is not even real, maybe I am still sleeping back at Becky's room. I got up and looked around, there was no site of Becky, I looked out the window, and the scenery was my own front yard, with my neighbour's grey brick house and a barn, and a red shed. I couldn't believe it, I ran downstairs and there was my mom, dad and sister.
" Mom didn't we go to England?"
" No, Melissa we haven't gone."
" Becky lives there though, I have to visit her."
" She still lives in Ontario, what in the world are you talking about?"
" She lives in England!"
" No she doesn't, did you hear?"
" Hear what?"
" Hannah is going out with George!"
Suddenly it all disappeared as I jumped awake,
" NOOOOOOOO!!!!!"
" Wha????"
I looked over at Becky, she looked at me half tired. I could not believe I woke her up, I started to shake like crazy, she got up and came over to my bed and sat down near my feet.
" Mel, wots wrong?"
" I am still in England, right?"
" Of course, why wouldn't you be?"
I then told her my dream, I knew I could trust her, she was my best mate as they say in England. She gave me a big hug, and smiled. I tried to hide my smile but I couldn't help it, I was sort of a cheerful person.
" Mel it was just a stupid dream, anyways looks like Hannah has a new man."
" Yeah, Paul... but me and him are still good friends?"
" Yeah, it would be horrible if you weren't."
" Yeah, I agree."
" All this fighting between you guys." We both started to laugh, I looked at the clock it was now six-fifty. Becky and I both decided to stay up the rest of the night, she had school still since it was only Wednesday, but she only has two more days until christmas break or winter holidays, so we would be spending more time together then. We both went downstairs, I made myself a cup of tea, Becky made herself a hot chocolate, she was already dressed, unlike me in my pajamas. We both had eggs and ham for brekky as they say here. Becky then did some homework that she had to finish off, and she left for school. My mom woke up around nine twenty-five, she came downstairs and went into the kitchen, I was sitting in the living room reading the morning news, the big headlines today were " Paul McCartney has got caught for cheating, and is now going out with Hannah" Then in little writing " Melissa dumped Paul, George dumped Hannah and now are just friends. Will Melissa and George be going out next? To you young George Harrison fans he is single for the time being, we shall tell you more about his relationships." I hated these news reporters, photographers and such, couldn't they leave their private lifes alone? I always thought to myself :: How would you like it if I followed you around and took pictures of you all the time?:: but I am too nervous to say it to them face to face. My mom came into the living room, I guess she expected me to be upstairs, sleeping because she did a little jump when she came into the room, I smirked, she was fortunate that the coffee and her food didn't fall off her plate. I guess Becky's mom was still sleeping because she wasn't anywhere to be seen.
" So where's Becky's mum?"
" Sleeping, she stayed up all night working on her story."
" Really?"
" Yeah, she wanted to finish chaptre twenty-one."
" I see, I am going to read it when it gets published."
" Same here."
" Well,"
Before I could say anything, we heard a knock on the door, my mom went and answered it, I heard her talking to someone,
" Why hello there, what would you like?"
" May I speak to Melissa?"
" Yes, I will get her."
She came into the living room, and said that someone was at the door for me, I walked into the foyer, and there was Brian Epstein. I wondered what he wanted,
" Ello, I am Brian Epstein, but I bet you know that already."
" Yes, I do, what would you like?"
" The boys were wondering if you and your friend, Becky, would like to come with us to Scotland, they 'ave a performance."
" Alright, but why do they want us to come with 'em?"
" Well, aren't you guys friends?"
" I s'pose."
" Ya friend is with John?"
" Yeah."
" So he wanted her to come."
" But who wanted me to come?"
" George, he said he wouldn't go unless ya came along."
" Really." I was shocked, :: George said he wouldn't go unless I go along?!:: Brian nodded,
" I really hope you are able to come, because y'know we need George to play."
" I understand, when are ya guys leaving?"
" Well we were wanting to leave now, but isn't your friend at school?"
" Yes, she would be."
" Wot time does she come home?"
" Around three forty-five."
" We will come around four fifteen."
" Well, we would have to talk to our mums first."
" Alright, why don't I give you this number, and you can phone me when you and Becky, both talk to your mums about it." He passed me a piece of paper to me, I took it and smiled, he nodded. I opened the note and looked at the number, I couldn't believe it I had Brian's number, their manager!
" Thanks, I will give it a ring." I said as I put the note into my pocket.
" Fantastic, the boys would love ya girls to come, if you cannot then I will have to convince them to go."
" How many days is this trip?"
" Well, the plane ride is like an hour or so, then we hang about for about two days, and their performance is on Thursday, December, nineteenth, then we leave on twentieth, and yeah so we would be back the twentieth."
" Wot day is it today?"
" Monday, the sixteenth."
" Ta, well I will phone you later."
" Alright, see you."
" See you."
I closed the door, I looked out the window and watched him head towards his car, and left. I walked past the living room straight into the washroom, I looked into the mirror and splashed my face, thinking maybe this was a dream, then I went into my pocket, and took out the piece of paper and opened it up again and saw the number for Brian, :: This isn't a dream!:: I walked out and went into the living room, my mom looked at me in shock,
" Melissa? Why you all wet?"
" I was testing something."
" Wot could that be if your face is wet as wel?"
" Seeing if this was all a dream."
" Wot?"
" Since all my dreams were with the Beatles, and Brian giving me his number."
" Yeah?"
" So y'know, I was just checking."
" All right then. Who was at the door?"
" You will not believe it even if I told ya."
" Try me."
" Well, all right then, if ya really want to know."
" Of course I do."
" Brian Epstein was at the door."
" Really? Wot did he want?"
" He... well, actually John, George, Paul and Ringo wondered if me and Becky wanted to go to Scotland."
" Really?"
" Yeah, y'know I know I always 'ave to ask you if I could."
" Well, Melissa, this a bigger trip."
" Yes I know, I can understand if you say no."
" How do ya know if I am going to say no?"
" I don't, but sometimes I 'ave this feeling you will."
My mom smiled, " I was going to say, yes you may go."
" Really?! You are letting me go?!"
" Yeah, you never done this before, and I am thinking you're old enought to go off on your own, and besides there are adults with ya."
" Oh yeah, Thank you so much mum!"
" When are you leaving?"
" Well they are planning to leave today, but they are waiting for our answers from y'know, you and Mrs. Yelants."
" That is nice."
" So I am going to ring Mr. Epstein up, when Becky gets her answer."
" Who invited yas?"
" Well John put in the request of Becky."
" Really? Who invited you?"
" George, Brian said he wouldn't go unless I came along."
" That is sweet of him, so about Hannah?"
" I think she would 'ave to come since Paul, y'know is probably going to ask 'er to come along for the trip."
" How about that, how about Marie?"
" I think she is going, but not sure, probably, Brian didn't say anything about 'em."
" So when you coming back?"
" Do not worry mum, we are coming before Christmas."
" Ok, but when?"
" December the twentieth."
" That's good, don't want to miss christmas day with you, y'know."
" I know that mum, did you send our gifts to dad and Sarah?"
" Of course, wouldn't forget them."
" Don't want that."
" Right."
" How ya think of my english now?"
My mom smirked, " Getting british, ya almost think you ain't me daughter, with all the british slang you are using."
" Don't worry mum, I am still your daughter."
" Hopefully."
We both hugged eachother, she then kissed my forehead. I didn't really have anything else to say to her, she got up to take her plate and cup to the kitchen, when she got to door, she turned to me,
" Melissa, I am going to the mall, would ya like to come along?"
" Love to, nothing much going on until Becky come home."
" Thought so."
" Wot time is it mum?"
" Half-past eleven."
" All right, I will go and get ready."
" Ok, see you when you are done."
" Great!" I said to my mom as I headed upstairs, I went through my clothes that I had, I decided to put on a white t-shirt and green vest on, and black skirt. For my feet I had put on leggings and black shoes, that looked like school girls shoes. I then wen to the washroom, luckly when I woke up and Becky we brushed our hairs, so now I do not have to that again, however I did have to put a little make up on, well I don't, but I like to. I headed off downstairs when I had to go back to Becky's room for my purse, which I had trouble finding since it was not were it wasn't suppose to be, like in the closet, I then remember I went into her closet because Becky wanted me to get something for her, and I put my purse on the ground, finally I went downstairs, my mom was waiting for me. I then reached for my jacket and we both headed out the door,
" I already called the taxi place, but no one was there."
" So I guess we are walking right?"
" The mall is to far to walk."
" I s'pose."
" Unless you want to walk."
" No, no I rather take a car of some sort."
" Exactly my thought, and especially when you have those things on."
I looked down at my legs, and looked up at my mom, I smiled, she just smiled and shooked her head.
" So wot... let me rephrase that, How are we getting to the mall?"
" I called up our friends next door."
" How did ya get the Beatles number."
" A couple days ago, so if we needed anything, they would help."
" So who is coming?"
" John coming."
" Gear! I ' aven't really talked to him, just in a few words."
" Yeah, and while I go shopping for christmas stuff, he is going to walk around the mall with you."
" Gear, that will be fun."
" Glad to hear you think that. He didn't know how you feel about him, George would've came along but he was busy at the studio with Paul and Ringo."
" Why didn't John go?"
" He said that they were just talking about private stuff, I think for christmas, but he doesn't know that."
" Yeah, I think I kind of remember George saying a couple days ago, that Paul, Ringo and him were going to do something for John for christmas."
" That's nice of them."
I looked over and saw John step out of the house, I waved at me, of course I waved back, he walked over to us and smiled,
" Ello ladies."
" Ello John."
" Hello Mr. Lennon." my mom said politely."
" So wot time are Mel and I meet ya?"
" Around two, two-thirty-ish, at whatever entrance we are dropped off at."
" Fab, don't ya worry about your girl, I will take good care of 'er."
" I know, you are very responsible, I hope." My mom smirked," Oh, Melissa before I forget here is some money for ya, spend it on christmas presents for Becky, y'know and who ever else you want."
" Of course mum, thanks."
" Your welcome, dear."
Finally the limo driver arrived, we all got in, I went and sat at the back seats, John sat beside me and my mom sat at one of the sides seats.
" So how'd you sleep, Mel?"
" All right."
" Not great?"
" If the dream I had wasn't wot it was."
" Really? Wot happened?"
" Well I woke up and I was laying in my regular bed, and then I ran downstairs, and figured out Becky did not move to England, and we never went to England."
" Really? I am so glad it ain't true that dream?"
" Why?"
" Well first of all me and Becky are going out, and second you are my best girl mate."
" Me?"
" Of course."
" Thanks, sorry but I can't decide out of you, Paul, George or Ringo out of best guy mate."
" Not a problem. lets say we are all your best guy mates."
" All right, works for me."
" So did Brian come to your door this morning."
" Yes, he did."
" Great, I was hoping he would, so are ya allowed to come with us?"
" Yes I am, but when Becky gets back she has to ask 'er mum."
" Of course."
" So Brian gave me his number to call him when she gets back."
" Gear, y'know Geo is going to be happy."
" Why?"
" You are coming, he didn't want to go unless y'know."
" Yeah, I 'ave been told, but why?"
" You are his best girl mate as well."
" I s'pose you don't mind?"
" No, I told him as long as he shares."
I smirked, " Let me guess, he agreed to share, am I right?"
" Right."
" Here we are you chatter boxes."
" Oh I am so sorry mum."
" No, no, Melissa you don't 'ave to be sorry, you guys were having fun chatting away and I was ok reading this book."
" Lovely, wot is it called." John asked my mom, who smiled,
" It is called Theropy."
" Gear, sounds interesting."
" Quite."
The limo driver pulled up to entrance B, we got out by that time we were crowded with fans, luckly the police came quckly and started to block all the them. John and I started to laugh, my mom walked off, leaving me and John.
" Ya never get a break from those girls do ya?"
" Never 'ave since we became wot we are now."
" Feel sorry for yas."
" Sometimes we feel sorry for ourselves, but we a've fun with it."
" Must be fab being famous."
" Yeah, but sometimes I miss being able to walk around without any screaming."
I smiled, " I wish I could tell you I feel the same, but I do not know how it feels."
" Don't ya worry about it."
" I am going into that store, want to come along?"
" Even though it is a bit girly, no offence."
" None taken."
" Gear, I will still come, safer in there than out 'ere."
" Ok, lets go."
We walked into a dress shop, I was looking for a dress to give Becky for christmas, I remember her size thankfully because it was a bit easier to get one. I then found a dress that I knew she would probably like, it was a red halter dress that went to the floor, it also had a flower on the top of the dress on the right, I then had found nice pair of red dress shoes and a hair band to go with it, I went to the cashier, I looked behind me and saw John snooping around at the dresses, I did not know why he was, maybe for Becky. I then handed the right amount of money to the cashier and went to John,
" I am ready to leave."
" All right, I will be a second."
" Ok, I will be out there on that bench."
" Gear, I just got to get a couple of things."
" I see."
I walked over to the bench and sat down, I looked over beside me, and there was a young girl crying. I felt sorry for her,
" Wots the matter with you then?"
" Huh?.... you..you... talking.. to me?" She said as she was sniffling away.
" Yeah, who else is 'ere?"
" No..one... I...s'upose."
" How old are ya?"
" Fifteen... I am... no...s'pose to.... talk....to....to.....strangers." She said still crying and nervously, " Are...ya...going...to.. *sniff* hurt me?"
" Now why would I? No reason to."
" Oh...ok.... I ...am .... still... not...allowed... to talk to... str...strangers."
" Ok, well I am Melissa, wot may be your name?"
" Rita."
" Wot the matter with you now?"
" I 'ave...'ave... gotten...."
" Gotten wot?"
" Lost.. from...me...mum" she started to cry even more, I didn't really know what really to say to her because it never really happened to me, so I couldn't say to her I know how you feel.
" Well, I can't say I know how you are feeling because I never experienced getting lost."
She just looked at me, still crying, " Are... you... going.. to kidnap me?"
" Now why would I?"
" I don't..know.... "
" I am not type of person, when I was younger, like about your age, I was always nervous of being kidnapped."
" Y..y..you ...were?"
" Of course, when I hear it over radios and such I get pissed off at the people that done it."
" S'pose you... ain't... that bad.."
" Yeah?"
" So who you...waiting for?"
" I guess ya don't know me?" She shooked her head, I smiled and said, " Ya wouldn't believe me even if I told ya."
" Come tell." She started to smile now, I looked down and looked into the store, John was smiling at me. I looked back at Rita,
" I guess you don't read the news."
" Not really."
" I am waiting for John Lennon."
" Really?!"
" Yeah, he might help you find your mum."
" You think so?"
" Yeah because I am going to help ya."
" Thank you very much."
John came up to me and smiled, " I am done now, ya want to go off and shop some more, Mel?"
" Luv to, but first we have to find this lovely girl her mum."
" Really? Ya got lost?"
" Yes...." Rita said in a blush, John smiled,
" I can tell your a beatle fan."
" Really? How?"
" You are bright red there, luv."
" Uhh... I guess... I am..."
" How old are ya?" John asked in a smile
" Fi...fif...fifteen." she giggled, I smiled at her, and rubbed her head,
" Do ya want to go find your mum?"
" Y'know, how about after a lil shopping is done."
John smiled at me and grabbed her hand with his left hand, then mine with his other hand, " Now I 'ave two lovely girls with me, but I wish Becks was 'ere."
" Yeah, she makes things fun." I smiled at John, Rita looked at us confused,
" Becks, or knowns as Becky, is me best mate and Johnny's girlfriend."
" I wish I listened to the news more."
" Who is your favourite?" I asked Rita, who blushed again, " Let me guess, Johnny boy 'ere, am I correct?" John smirked at me, I start to giggle,
" Did ya just call me Johnny boy?"
" I think I did."
John laughed, " Doesn't matter, I don't mind, ya can call me that, now go on my dear, who is your favourite Beatle?"
" Well it is not you John, yes I think you are good, but George is me fav."
" Really?!" Me and John looked at eachother in shock, she was smiling and looked like she was in a trance. I think me and John could only say really, it was a shocker to us, thinking she like John the way she acted around him but her fav was George.
" Yeah, I am glad he single, now maybe we could be together, do ya think it might happen?"
I looked at John, who just shrugged. I didn't know what to say to her, she did put us in a difficult spot.
" Uh, tell ya the truth Rita, we cannot say."
" Why not Melissa?"
" Well, um... I don't know how to put it, how ya going to meet him?"
" Through you of course, but only if ya want to."
" Rita, I...."
" Great let us go to your house!"
" Rita, I wasn't...."
" Aww please.." she had her lower lip showing, her eyes looked like a little puppy dog. Somehow I could not say "No."
" All right, but first I 'ave to go do some shopping, and it isn't my house, it is me friend's, Becky, house."
" Gear! Where ya from?"
" She is from Canada." John said to Rita, he looked at me worried, I whispered in his ear,
" I am sorry, I didn't know wot to do." I looked at him anxiously, he didn't say anything but then he smiled and whispered,
" It is all right, luv."
I sighed in relief, we had finished our shopping, and met my mom at entrance B. She smiled at me and John, but when she saw Rita she was confused. I explained what happened she smiled and said,
" Does her mum know about this?"
" Uh.. no...Crap! Rita we forgot about your mum!"
" Uh, me mum is at home, I kind of lied."
" Why?"
" I knew you were 'ere with John, I knew you were from Canada and such."
" Why did ya do it?"
" So I could meet George, and get a chance to be with him."
John looked angry just the ways his eyes were looking, eyebrows scrunched up, mouth curled. My mom looked angry and of course I was to. John then said,
" Well you are not coming with us."
" Aww come on."
" NO!" All three of us yelled, we saw the limo driver pull up, she said good bye to Rita and got in and left the mall, when we looked behind, she wasn't there so we thought she left to go home or into the mall once more.