Paul looked over to see if I was ready, but I was still thinking about what the boys had said just moments earlier. Then he waved and I finally noticed it was time to start. I nodded back as I counted the band off. "188.8.131.52.1.2.3!" I did a double hit on the snare and floor tom to begin the song. The crowd was surprised how I nailed it perfectly.
From the side of the stage, Brian looked furious about how I disobeyed his order. Steam was practically spewing out of his ears. We were definitely in for a long lecture later. Yet we didn't really care, we were just enjoying ourselves too much.
John and Paul sang in perfect unison as usual while George was moving around playing his guitar. Ringo was watching everyone else, in deep thought. He had a tiny smile on his face, so I assumed everything was fine. I noticed that quite a few girls in the couple front rows got super duper pissed at me when George looked back in my direction and we exchanged silent laughs. Just wait until they find out that I'm dating Ringo; oh they'll be overjoyed!
But besides that, for once everyone seemed happy. No crying, fighting, or John's wise ass mouth. It was great.
We were reaching another climax near the end of the song when I did the usual Ringo fill, return to the beat for a quick moment and then return back to the fill. I did this about three times as the boys sang, "I can't hide! I can't hide! I can't hide!"
Not long after that we finished the song. I did an epic last fill that is one of my signature fills. Pretty much one that I can do easily without thinking about it. The boys all took a bow. I did as well in order to not be disrespectful. Ed Sullivan came back on onto the stage, clapping and shaking all of our hands. He was thanking us for a great show.
"Well I have to say, you boys really live up to expectations don't you?" He complimented while the crowd cheered.
John interrupted the crowd. "You have to; otherwise you can't hear us over everyone else." We all laughed at the John's wittiness.
Ringo then decided to add to that joke. "You're lucky if you can hear yourself think with that entire racket."
Ed Sullivan kept laughing. Eventually he calmed down. We all were looking at each other with satisfied looks. "Haha. Oh yes, that is quite true." Ed looked over at me standing next to Ringo. "Why miss, you were quite the player as well."
I blushed, "Oh thank you, but I don't think I'd compare to the Beatles." I tried to be considerate of everyone else and not receive too much attention.
"Nonsense," Paul began, waving his hand. "Why don't we give the lady a nice round of applause?" He started clapping followed by most of the audience. Noticed how I said most.
"Thank you," I grinned, keeping it short and sweet.
Time flied as the group chatted away with Ed. We mostly talked about their music or tours, so nothing too interesting. Every now and then I would take a peek back at Brian to see if he was still angered. He was, but not as bad as before. Soon the show ended as the boys and I headed backstage to start packing things up.
Near the cases, we saw Brian with his arms crossed very impatiently. He was giving us all especially me- a glare. "Lauren, what did I tell you?"
I couldn't look him in the eye, so I glanced downward. "I know."
"I remember telling you that under no circumstances should you perform. Do you know how it can affect your safety? Or everyone else?"
"Yes Mr. Epstein
" I mumbled.
George then stepped into the conversation. "Brian, it's my fault. I'm the one that brought her out to the stage." He was
taking the blame for me?
Paul saw what George was trying to do and added on. He put his hand on my shoulder to cheer me up. "And it was John and I who invited her out onto the stage. I'm so sorry, I should've known better."
"Hey, who said I told her to come out?" John's wise ass mouth butted in. Of course he had no clue what was going on. He wanted me to get in trouble, like before when he acted as if I was just a bird that snuck into the show.
Ringo looked at him weirdly, elbowing him in the process. "Ow! What was that for?" John whined.
He held my hand in a comforting way. I looked at him as he told Brian, "So please don't be yelling at my bird. She wasn't the only one who didn't follow what you said."
On the outside, I had a curious look that anticipated Brian's response but on the inside I was happy. They all stood up for me. Well, except John Haha.
Brian was shocked by how his boys stood up to him. Knowing that he shouldn't bother trying to win this argument, he sighed. "Alright." This made us all perk up and swap high fives. "But!" We all stopped and froze for a moment. "If Lauren is to ever play again, you MUST have my approval. Got it?"
All at the same time the five of us shouted, "Yes!" We then went to packing up all the instruments along with any other accessories. I was assisting Ringo with some tom-toms, George took out some speakers to the car like trailers, and John was wrapping up the mikes and putting them away into a box. From across the room, just before I took some equipment to the trailer, I noticed Paul talking to this girl. She didn't look like she was American. Her hair was lengthy and colored with shades of auburn. Tall, but still short enough to come close to Paul's forehead. As she talked with him, her casual clothing along with her hair moved in perfect unison. Talk about stunning.
I passed by George asking about the bird. "Hey George, who's that girl?" I pointed towards her direction. Holding the small tom-tom, I waited right by the door waiting for his reply.
"The bird? Oh, that's Caroline. That's the one that Paul wrote All My Loving for, and is currently his girlfriend. Cute huh?" George seemed a tad down when he said the words 'cute huh' but he quickly shook it off, showing a tiny smirk.
I chuckled, opening the door. "Wow, George." I went outside and headed to the trailer.
George replayed the quick conversation, remembering my every remark. The boy chuckled slightly to himself realizing what I had meant. "That obvious huh?"
Outside at the trailer, I cautiously picked up the tom-tom trying to find an appropriate spot to place the small drum. Finding one, I put it on top of an amplifier and closed the trunk. As I walked back to go grab some more equipment, I was unexpectedly thrown against the concrete wall. A sudden pain emerged, along with something dripping down my cheek. I was clawed at ending up on the ground of the alley. Trying to comprehend what just occurred, I glanced upward to see a group of about four to five American girls. They were not pleased with me. I could tell.
"Who do you think you are?" One brunette girl said with a huge attitude.
Brushing the hair out of my line of vision, I asked, "Excuse me?" I attempted to be understanding and patient, but that didn't help the situation. I was just hoping that I wasn't going to be murdered; this is what Brian had warned me about. "Is there something that I can help you with something?" I forced a smile, slowly bringing myself up from the ground.
"Don't act as if you don't know!" Another girl hit me across the face. After that she fiercely held onto my arm so I wouldn't get away. "Getting all warm and cuddly with the Beatles! Especially my Georgie!" I got pressed up against the wall, unable to budge.
The brunette girl also added to this. "Don't forget my Ringo! How could you perform instead of him? You're pulling the Beatles apart!" She grabbed a bundle of my hair, as the other girls each gave me a good hit.
"Listen," I coughed up some blood. "I'm not 'warm and cuddly' with any of them. It's strictly business you see. Why would they like me anyway? I mean look how bloody I am. I don't think that this would be very attractive. Don't you agree?" I laughed to myself.
Unfortunately, they didn't take it so well. "Cut the bullshit!" One yelled pinning me even harder. My head rebounded off the cement as I let out a yelp. "We all know what's going on and if you care about your safety, you'll stay from them."
The auburn girl from before walked outside seeing a fifteen year old practically get mauled by some crazy girls. What's going on? She thought.
I tried my best to squirm out of their grasp, but I didn't work. "Sorry to tell you all, but being from Liverpool myself, I can't really get home unless they're there to pay for it. It's part of the deal see?" I couldn't help but continue to joke with them. There wasn't much that I could do to begin with.
"Watch it!" A different girl screamed at me, pulling my hair. "You should really watch what you say in front of others. You don't know when it will come and HAUNT YOU BACK!" Her grip got even tighter on me. Someone else quickly gave me a quick jab in the gut.
All I remember was shouting, "Bloody hell!" while blood came out of my mouth. Next thing I knew, I was laying against the concrete wall of the building. Gaining my vision back, I saw light blue eyes. It was Caroline, she was saying something. She was frightened.
"Miss! Miss! Oh thank god you're awake! Are you alright?!" Caroline worried. She cusped her hand under my head, trying to keep my head elevated. Don't need to drown in my own blood. See? I was on the verge of death and I'm still cracking jokes! "I saw what those horrible fans did to you. That was so indecent of them!"
"Thanks, Caroline," I coughed. There were bruises where they had grasp on me, blood on my shirt, and some cuts yet nothing too serious.
"Don't mention it. Wait- how'd you know my name?" She was perplexed by what I had said. Taking a closer look, she recognized who I was. "Hold on, you're Ringo's bow but in the middle of a love triangle. Aren't you?"
"Yeah, I'm Lauren," I responded. I then noticed how she said love triangle. "Did you say triangle?" I coughed yet again while Caroline sat me up.
"Don't worry, it's only a joke," she started. "Paul has been telling me a lot about you all. So it's nice to meet you. Although, not this way." We both laughed, but it was cut short when George came outside with some more equipment. He was terrified.
"Lauren! What happened, love?!" He rushed over to my side, leaving the things he carried out by the door. "You're all bloody!" He took out a handkerchief and dabbed the bits of blood off my face.
"George," Caroline began," it was some over crazed fan girls. They got rough with her."
"Oh god," he said in shock. "Caroline, please go inside and get Brian and the others. I'll help Lauren back into the building." Caroline agreed, dashing back through the door to get help. George looked back at me, tearing up a bit. "I'm so sorry, if I hadn't dragged you onto that stage earlier, this probably wouldn't have happened." Gently, George lifted me up onto my feet, holding onto my hands as he did.
"It's alright, it's only a few scratches," I reassured him. "I mean, I still look as good as I did before don't I? Just a bit more colorful." He laughed while he nodded. George stared into my eyes, making my face redder than the blood that dripped down my face.
He kissed my forehead. "Don't worry, you're still cute."
We made it to the doorway, taking our time to get through the door. My arm was hung around George's shoulders while he helped me into the building. I saw the rest of the boys rushing over to me along with Caroline. They were horrified by what happened,
"Lauren!" Ringo yelled. I looked over at George with a cute look. He sighed slightly after enjoying this great alone time and let me go. I hopped into Ringo's arms. "Oh love, is everything okay?" He hugged me tightly.
"Yeah, I'm alright. Just a little bruised," I replied.
"Looks like those crazy birds got you huh?" John cracked, seeing how bad I looked. Everyone else just stared at him in disapproval. He backed up, knowing that he was in trouble. "Okay, okay. I get it. No time for jokes. Don't get so hyped up."
Paul had a first aid kit with him. He came up closer, to see how bad the damage was. "Oh love, when you said that those birds were vicious, they were. Here, let's get back to the hotel. Then we can fix you right up!" We all nodded, quickly getting the rest of the equipment into the trailers. I headed to the bathroom to try to clean up the mess that those birds left.
Eventually, we all met back at the limos, including Caroline. The six of us were chatting away as if nothing happened. John cracked jokes as I kicked his chair from the backseat, Ringo and George was talking to most of us, though periodically gave each other a look. Paul was filling me in on Caroline. I was told that she was a cook in training. Brian Epstein mentioned something about hiding me from the fans, but I ignored that conversation.
Overall, today was interesting, meeting Caroline, playing on the Ed Sullivan show, hanging with my boys. I would have to say that all was better than I hoped at the moment. Which it was. Although, now I finally knew how bad Beatle mania actually was, and promised to myself to be way more careful than before