"You've really made it then, haven't you?" Milly shook her head in amazement realizing what this all meant after I had told her and Alex everything there was to tell about my meeting with Paul. They had believed me because of Lou's urgency to get the business card to me, though they wanted "proof", which I assumed to be an excuse to catch a glimpse of a Beatle or two.

"I suppose?" I shifted uncomfortably, I myself barley knew what this meant myself

She grinned and patted my shoulder with approval, laughing as she went to the phone that had just begun to ring.

I began to daydream back to the meeting before I noticed Alex was staring at me, with the look he always had when he was about to bestow upon me his wisdom that almost three years more life experience and way more drugs gave him.

"Don't let them take advantage of you, Sade, they're the man now y'know, and you have a beautiful innocence that's intoxicating, easily taken advantage of." Alexander rambled on about as he usually did when high, but instead of taking about big brother, his subject matter on me.

I found what he said to be truthful, but I was a bit confused as to what my "intoxicating innocence" was. However before I could say anything he added: "just look at your relationship with Jeremy. You never wanted to be a secretary." He chuckled and I was reminded of how I could quit that gig thanks to Paul.

"Bastard." I mumbled curing Jeremy underneath my breath, causing Alex to laugh.

I took a quick look over to Milly, noticing she was arguing quietly over the phone as she stared right back at me, looking away quickly when she noticed I had looked. A small pit formed in my stomach as I forced myself to look back over to Alex, feeling like I was prying I'm on the conversation with whoever she was talking to.

It was true what he said, I had never wanted to be a secretary, but he had said I needed a day job, which I found only made it harder to focus on what I really wanted to do. Not that that it ever mattered much to Jeremy anyway.

"Why are you always right about everything?" I sighed out in exhaustion.

"Voodoo," Alex paused with a shrug, "now I'm going to go indulge myself into a diabetic coma because I am craving those candies we bought and I don't think I'll be able to stop myself." He put a hand to his stomach and smiled, going to the pantry in his food frenzy from the endless stomach his afternoon joint had given him.

I smiled to myself, it just seemed going to Abbey Road Studios wouldn't be able to come quickly enough.
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I had tried to not dwell over what was to come when I was to meet Paul at an actual recording studio, but I did so much that I could barley sleep at night. Everything seemed to change so suddenly, and I had barley even gotten a taste of what was to come. Paul's face seemed like a distant memory by the time I was walking up the steps of studio.

As I stepped inside I noticed a very tall man with glasses leaning over the secretary's desk having a chat with the girl behind the desk and I approached uneasily, not wanting to interrupt.

"Sadie?" The man asked, causing me to be taken aback for a moment in surprised he had known my name.

"How'd you know?" My cheeks were filling a red tint as I asked.

"A feeling, I suppose," he smiled looking at my feet, scanning me back up to my eyes again, "I'm Mal Evans, a good friend of Paul's." He grinned holding out a hand for me to shake.

I was reminded that Paul had said Mal was a regular at the club if preformed at, it was thanks to him that I was here in the first place.

"Nice to meet you, Paul told me you're the one who suggested he take a look at my band." I shook his hand, watching him become coy as he grinned, nodding his head.

"Yeah, well, your performances really seem to leave the whole crowd wanting more," he paused with a lingering warmness to his features as he looked down into my eyes "anyway, we better go let Paul know you're here." He decided with a smile, beckoning for me to follow him.  As I followed down the hallway, the anxiety I was feeling caused my whole body to ache.

I had dressed in my best bell sleeved deep red mini dress, an homage I suppose to the business card poem Paul had written. My hair and makeup were done with little imperfection thanks to Milly and Alex who had been certain that if I were in fact telling them the truth, I would need to dress the part. When they came to pick me up I'd be sure to rub it in the reality of the situation in their faces, as they still had a bit of a hard time believing I was being truthful about the situation I'd found myself in. I couldn't blame them though, I couldn't even believe this was all really happening.

"They're in there, recording." he pointed through the small window that peaked through down to the Beatles as clear as day, and I bit my tongue to keep myself becoming as giddy on the outside as I felt on the inside.

I had just barley caught a glimpse of Paul at the piano, while Ringo sat at him drum kit,  John and George both with their guitars slung around their necks.

"Let's go tell George, their producer, so we don't disturb them until they're finished the take." I followed him into the booth to where the sound of a song played boisterously through the room and made it hard for air to find its way to my lungs in excitement. I was in absolute shock to what was filling my senses.

Who I assumed to be George sat at the soundboard, looked up at us and immediately fixed his posture, taking a fixation on me curiously.

"George, this is who Paul had signed-" he began to introduce the two of us.

"-Sadie Harrow." He grinned, "I'm George Martin." He finished Mal's thoughts, also already knowing who I was, standing up to shake my hand as he introduced himself.

"-LADY MADONA-" Paul sang loudly in a funny voice, causing the other boys to laugh audible to us in the booth, their fooling around causing George to shake his head disappointedly at the first impression I was receiving from them.

George Martin sighed, walking back to the microphone and pressing the button so he would be audible to the boys.

"Paul, Sadie is here." He said rubbing a hand over his forehead tiredly.

A silence from their part of the room before Paul replied after a moment.

"Boys, take five." Paul spoke simply in a voice that made me grin.

"Can we meet her?" I heard Ringo ask curiously, faintly audible through the speaker.

Paul's response wasn't quite loud enough to make out, but moments later Paul came into the booth, his breath slightly unsteady from climbing all those steps I'd noticed when peering from the door.

"I'm so sorry love, this is taking longer than I'd anticipated." Paul let out a small laugh apologizing to me.

"It's alright, I can come back later if you need me to-" I smiled though feeling guilty to intrude in on their session, though he immediately brushed the idea off and insisted he take me for a quick tour while they were breaking.

He lead me from the booth back out into the hall where the door he'd come from in the studio opened to reveal the other three Beatles, nearly knocking all the wind out of me yet again today. I sucked in a breath and held it, hoping they'd continue walking, if they were to acknowledge me I think I'd faint. It was simply all too much for me to take.

"Ringo, how don't you like marmite?" George asked with a bag of crisps in his hand continuing a conversation they'd been having before coming through the door.

"I just don't." Ringo replied in a high pitched voice defensively, in distaste of the mention of it.

Ringo shivered with disgust before the three of them noticed Paul and I. I noticed the three of them looking me over with curiosity just as George Martin had, making me grin slightly with reddened cheeks to match my dress, the attention from them being overwhelming.

"This is Sadie, she's going to be produced under Apple." Paul introduced proudly to the three of them.

"We haven't even started recording for Apple." George said with a small laugh, causing Paul to look at him with a slight tenseness, his eye just barley twitching.

"Nice to meet you, Sadie." Ringo immediately extended his hand, looking into my eyes with an awed expression, his features all melting into a fond expression as I took his hand to shake it.

"You as well." I smiled baffled he had greeted me so warmly. I was drawn in immediately to his electric blue eyes, and I could tell he was just as interested in my eyes as he stared back into mine attentively.

John cleared his throat loudly, seeming overly hasty to do so.

"Ringo, lunch." John reminded him why they'd left the recording studio in the first place.

"Yeah, Sadie we should get on with the tour anyhow, so if you'll excuse us." Paul spoke unsteadily, leading me past the three and opening the studio door where they'd just been playing, causing me to tense up as if I were committing some sort of sin among the group, it felt like I was stepping on sacred ground.

"Suppose since they're out we should start here." He spoke as we made our way down the steps of the studio, my wide eyes taking in every detail of the room carefully.

"Primarily, you would probably be recording in here or the other recording studio here, that will also be shown during this tour." Paul spoke adding a small wink at the end, acting as if he were a stereotypical tour guide, talking with his hands and pursing his lips as we finally reached the bottom of the steps.

I tried to stifle a laugh but he noticed and a wide grin was evident on his lips, his eyes lighting up in amusement.

"So, how 'bout you play us a tune then, yeah?" Paul motioned with his head back to the piano he had just been playing on moments ago.

"Any requests?" I let a meek smile snake onto my lips though I felt like uneasy about playing something on the expensive looking equipment I knew I wouldn't be able to replace.

Paul laughed following behind me to the piano.

We walked over and I sat down on the bench, looking up as he leaned closely against the piano, looking down at the piano keys.

I rested my hands on the piano ready to play something, but I found myself freezing.

"What do I play?" I whispered up to him.

"Whatever you want." He chuckled slightly.

I nodded, letting out a slight nervous exhale. I decided to sing Dream a Little Dream of Me. Though it may have sounded odd for me to sing such a jazzy song, speeding up the tempo ever so slightly and making it more upbeat was one of the best crowd pleasers I could think to play of in the moment, plus the chords were committed to muscle memory just as riding a bike.

"Stars shining bright above you, night breezes seem to whisper I love you," I began in the best lounge singer voice I could imitate. Paul's eyebrows rose as he heard me begin to sing, though he tried to remain solemn to focus on the song.

I sang the song with ease, as this was a basic routine, but I made my job to not look as bored as I did as I felt playing it.

"...say nighty night and kiss me, just hold me tight and tell me you'll miss me," I closed my eyes, imagining I was back at the psychedelic club, without a care in the world, to ease my nerves.

I found it hard to make eye contact with Paul as I sang, I feared looking into his big doe eyes that I may slip up a chord, but I made the effort to, though he was looking down at the keys for a good portion of the song himself.

If there was at least one thing I was confident in around anyone, it was preforming, though I couldn't help but feel intimidated under Paul's close watch, I think it's the only time I'd ever felt so nervous playing.

He swayed his head along to the music with closed eyes, making me nearly miss a line, he liked it.

As I finished the final few chords of the song and finally looked up at him, my breath baited as I waited for a response from him.

He propped himself up from leaning on the piano and shook his head with a growing grin.

"Was it okay? My mother used to sing it to me." I grinned though I felt bitter to reminisce on those distant memories, I rarely spoke of them anymore. I didn't show my dismay to Paul however, his eyes glazing over with reverence.

"It was-" Paul began.

However, the moment of sweetness was cut short.

"She's great." The speaker sounded with John's voice, and I realized the performance I'd done, wasn't as private as I thought. I was mortified.