To Be Desired Chapter 4 You lose your hope and regain it all when your belief has yet to fall So stand up till the very end When your life seems to split but fails to bend I awoke the next morning and looked around the room not remembering where I was for a sec. I realized it was the hotel room...I was really there It wasn�t a dream and I wasn�t sent back! HaHa! I looked at the clock. 6:34. I jumped out of bed (I�m a morning person...yeah) and went to get my showering thingies. After I finished my shower I changed into my pajamas and clipped half my hair up. I pulled my CD player (if I was going to hick-ville for three weeks I HAD to have music lol I don�t normally bring it on all my travels well at least not the big one) out from layers of stuff, set in on the end table, and plugged it in. Hmmmm what shall I listen to today. I picked out �Please Please Me� and put it in. I got my blow dryer and turned on the CD player with my trusty little remote. Hehe I love that thing. I finished my bottom layer and brushed out the top layer till I heard a soft knocking on my door. I grabbed the remote and walked towards the door pausing the CD over my shoulder. I opened the door to find a disheveled haired Paul wearing a robe. �Ello� I said. ��Ey� He said smiling looking down at my tank top and sweat shorts. He is sooooo cute!!!! Ha do I say that too much?...Nooo you Can�t say that too much. �What can I do you for?� I asked. �Well, I �eard some music actually� He replied. I smiled �Did You?� I said moving out of the way and opening the door wider for him to come in. �yeah� he said walking in. �I didn�t wake you up did I?� I asked shutting the door behind him. �Naw I needed to get up� He replied. �Oh, I�m sorry I shouldn�t have had it so loud� I replied �A habit� I added. �No, No� he said �It�s fine, really�. I grabbed his robe sleeve and showed him to the silver CD player. �This is a CD player� I explained. �See?� I opened the player part and pulled out the CD. �This is �Please Please Me�� I said. He looked at it in wonder. HaHa this was fun. �Here, What�s your fave Beatles album?� I asked him. I knew what it was but asked anyway. �Rubber soul� He replied looking at all the buttons. I pulled it out of my bag and showed him the cover then opened it and put it inside and pushed �play�. �Drive My Car� filled the room. �Gear� He said. �Here� I handed him the remote and showed him the buttons. �Have a Bash� I said. �I need to blow dry my hair �fore it gets curly� I added. He nodded as he went to the next song. I finished blow drying my hair as he paused, played, and changed the songs. �Having fun?� I asked as I put my dryer away. He smiled at me and nodded. �This is so cool� He said. �It sounds so much better too� I nodded. �CD�s are like that� I said smiling. �OK I�m starving, do we get breakfast?� He laughed and nodded. �Of Course� He pushed stop and power. �Wait� He said as I moved towards the door. I looked back at him. �Well, We are leaving for San Francisco late today� He explained. �And we are going to try and convince Brian To let you come...Cuz, well, You don�t have anywhere to go right?� He asked I shook my head slowly, my happiness draining down my face. What if he said �no� and I had to go live in a van down by the river?? (lol sorry it�s from SNL) He saw my face and put an arm around my shoulder. �It�s all right Luv, He will let you� He said reassuringly. �What if he doesn�t?� I asked. �I don�t want to be an inconvenience� I added. �Aw, you�re not an inconvenience, We want you to come.� He said. �You do?� I asked looking up at him. �Of course we do� He said smiling. I smiled back �Thanks� I said. �Anytime� He replied. �OK then, Shall I help you convince?� I asked walking towards the door and pulling Paul with me who still had his arm around my shoulder. �Sure� He said. �Just follow our lead� He added. We walked through the door still linked. Everyone except Brian was sitting at the table all wearing pajamas except Neil and Mal. They all looked up at us as we walked in. I remembered we had our arms around each other�s shoulders still...lol woops. I giggled and started to do the can-can while laughing. Paul joined in and we can-caned to the table then broke up laughing. Everyone looked at us like we were crazy. HaHa. �Good Morning, Guys� I said pouring myself some Tea. �Good Morning� they all echoed in tired voices. I Laughed. I got some toast and buttered it. �Could you pass the eggs, Please?� I asked Paul. He handed me the plate. Haha Nummy. He offered the plate of bacon to me. I recoiled. �I�m a vegetarian� I said. �Really?� He asked moving the plate to the other side of the table. I nodded moving the eggs onto the toast. Haha I had to to eat eggs and toast that way kinda like an open-faced sandwich. �I don�t think I could do it, Not eat meat� He said taking a bite of his eggs. I shrugged as I cut a corner of the egg sandwich with my fork. �You have to want to do it for one, Or else you won�t be able to� I said, taking a bite. �I�m an animal person you see� I explained sipping my hot tea. �I have a dog� He said proudly. I smiled and nodded �Martha� I said. He looked at me and nodded. �It�s kinda weird how you know� He said. �Is it?� I asked cutting up another corner of my sandwich. �It�s weird how I�m talking to you, and sitting next to you, and looking at you� I said looking at him. �You guys are a legend you know� I said looking at all of them. �Now when people say �Beatle� People think like little bug you know, you hafto say �Beatle with an A� but in 2002 When you say �beetle� people think you guys so if u mean the bug u hafto say �Beetle with an E�� I said cutting and taking another bite of sandwich. �Why are we a legend?� John asked. �We are just a band you know� He added. I laughed. �Yeah Right� I said looking at him. �You guys make the best music. Your music is still the best in 2002. You are the biggest band to ever come onto the face of the earth even still in 2002� I explained drinking my tea. � You were never just a band and you know it� I said cutting my eggs and toast. �You defined an era� I said taking a bite. All talk and movement had stopped as they listened to me talk. �You MADE music. Music in 2002 wouldn�t be like it is if you guys had not been. You changed everything.� I said finishing off my tea. �I was watching this like documentary thing about you guys and it said you changed millions of peoples lives and I was like �whoa� thinking about that. You guys changed people�s lives, that seems so powerful and just with your music.� I said pouring more tea. �I know you changed mine� I said. � Every time something was too hard or too much I just played your music and it made everything simple, I know it sounds corny, but you helped people and changed peoples lives...and to say you are �just a band� is a pretty stupid thing to say� I ended drinking my tea. They just looked at me. I laughed and stood up. �I�m going to get dressed� I said pushing in my chair. Walking towards my door I said over my shoulder �Thanks for breakfast� I dunno who I was saying it to but it was a habit of mine that my mom forced upon me: Say thank you for EVERYTHING. �Anytime� Paul said as I walked through my door. I laughed as I shut my door. OK have to get dressed... I opened my suitcase and rifled through my clothes. I pulled out my tight dark jeans with yellowish creases and yellowish bleachish things down the legs and pulled them on. I decided to wear my favourite red shirt and my DVS shoes again. I put some yellowish eye shadow, mascara, and pink lip-gloss on. OK I walked out the door into the common room where all Beatles and Beatle entourage were. �Please Brian� I heard Paul say. Oh Great! He�s convincing. I almost turned around and walked back in my room, I didn�t want to deal with Brian. I walked into the room as quietly as I could and stole the empty seat next to Paul. �Come On Eppy� He said almost pleading. �I don�t know, Paul� Brian said then he looked at me. I smiled a warm smile hoping that would help a bit Haha. Please, Please, Please, Please, Please. �It wouldn�t be good for publicity� Brian added. �Why not?� I asked. He looked at me like �you don�t know what you�re talking about�. �You don�t understand-� He started. �Make me understand� I said interrupting him. �Well, You�re a girl...� He said trailing off. �No shit, Sherlock� I said looking at him. Everyone looked at me in surprise. I hated it when people treat me like I�m stupid or I don�t know. It was silent. I went on a lighter note �You�re pretty observant you know� I said looking him in the eye. �I mean, It just wouldn�t be good publicity, believe me� He said. I coughed. �Right� I said. �That�s OK� I said. �Thanks for letting me stay the night, I had a great time� I said standing up. �No� Paul said. I smiled at him and walked into my room. As I heard Paul Arguing hotly with Brian. OK what was I going to do??? God, this sucks. I at least have to get their autographs. lol. I was trying hard not to cry. Even if I wasn�t supposed to be here...with them, It still hurt. I was prolly never going to see them again. I turned on my CD player and turned it up LOUD. Whenever I was sad or upset or confused or whatever I turn on my music really loud and it makes me feel so much better. I sat up on my bed and crossed my ankles while I listened to �Norwegian Wood�. I heard a knock on the door. �Come In� I shouted not wanting to turn my music down. The door opened and Paul walked in. He was smiling...hmmm. I turned off the music. �What?� I asked starting to smile. �He said you could stay� He said. �How nice of him� I said dryly. Then I put on a huge smile and jumped up and hugged him �Thanks� I said. I knew it was thanks to him that I was staying. �Anytime� He said. 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