"What were you doing?? Do you want to get fired?" Brian exclaimed as he raised his hands in the air. "Oh come off it, Brian! What happened?" Ringo asked as he placed his hand on Brian's arm to calm him down. "She totally wrecked everything in the recording room. She got thrown out. Lily wasn't paying attention." Brian said to the boys. The boys looked at me and Paul placed his hand on my shoulder. "Well there's no reason to yell at her. She's learning. Let her have another go." Paul deffended me. Brian squinted his eyes and rubbed his eyes with his fingers, and then he nodded. "Alright alright. Hm, let me see." Brian said as he examined me. "I know wha' she can do. She can be my secretary!" John said playfully. "Oh shut up, John." Ringo rolled his eyes. "She can be a chef?" George asked. Everyone made odd faces at him and George questioned us, "What?" he said. "Ok boys. Well, we do have an interview coming here shortly. So let's get into the dressing room. I've got an idea." Brian said. 

We all followed Brian to a different dressing room and John found a fake beard on a dresser. Paul had a white cloth drapped around him as he sat down with a blow dryer in his hand, and Ringo playfully placed a big poofy wig on his head as he sat underneath a big hair dryer with a magazine. George sat down beside Paul and played with a comb, while John placed the beard on his face. "I'm Betty!" he smiled cheekily. Brian rolled his eyes at him and pulled the beard off of his face. "Knock it off, John. I think Lily could be an interviewer. What do you boys think?" Brian asked everyone. "Shazam!" Paul yelled as he jumped up and playfully pointed the blow dryer at Brian. Ringo looked up from his magazine and grinned, "I think that'll be great. Wouldn't you say so, Lily?" he asked. I slowly nod my head and gave the boys a reassuring grin. After what happened in the recording room, I thought I would never get another chance. "Yeah...I think it'll be good." I said. "Have ya ever wonder where Paul's grandfather is." George asked out of the blue. "No way?" Paul said to George curiously as he took the white cloth off of him and placed it on the dresser. "I think George has a point. I haven't seen him all day." I said. "If you've lost my grandfather, Brian, I'll crush ya!" Paul exclaimed as he showed his fist to Brian. 

"Boys! Paul! You've got a few minutes before the interview, I'd say you four should practice some of your songs." Brian yelled out. "Ye know, fuck this. We don't need to be jammed in this place." John said sternly as he walked out of the room. Paul and the others followed along with him, and Ringo took my hand. I followed the boys to a door and Ringo smiled excitedly, "We're out!" he yelled with his hands up in the air. Ringo ran down the fire escape and I laughed as I followed him down the stairs, and the others came behind us. 

We were all laughing and playing around as we gathered in a circle out in the open field. The boys were dancing and Ringo took me by the arm, and pulled me closer to him as we danced silly. John pushed and shoved Ringo, Ringo raised his hands up into fists, and pretended to punch John in the face. John shouted hoarsely at him and Ringo dramatically pretended to fall onto the ground. While Ringo was on the ground, George randomly came up to him and pretedened to kick him. Paul laughed and smiled widely as he stood beside me, and we watched how crazy the others were. "I've got an idea! Let's have a race!" Paul chuckled. I nodded and giggled as I watched the others run out towards the field, "Ok everybody! One, two, three!" Paul yelled out as he used his hand like a gun and pretended to fire. Everybody had their own little playful run as Ringo fell on his face in the grass, John hopped around like a bunny, and George rolled into the ground. As George got up, George ran around like a drunk with his coat on his head and he flapped his hands around. We all laughed so hard that I felt our lungs were going to explode from so much laughter, until we were suddenly caught by an old man. "This is private property! Out!" he yelled. "Sorry about yer grass mister." George exclaimed as we walked away from him giggling and laughing.

In a couple of minutes later, we were sent back to the hotel to wait for the interview downstairs in the lobby. There was going to be a crowd of interviewers swarming around the Beatles, and my new job was going to ask the boys some questions. The notepad that Brian gave to me was pretty ridiculous. The questions that I had to ask them were very random and pretty dumb, I felt like it was going to be very embarassing to ask these type of questions in front of them, especially to my best friend, Ringo. Paul was playing with the piano, while George was making a phone call, and John was kicked back reading a magazine. Ringo walked over to the fruit bowl and pulled out a banana, and he gave me a quick glance as he smiled at me. I smiled back at him and out of nowhere, Paul's grandfather showed up when he opened the door and walked right in. Paul's grandfather sat down in a chair and asked Paul to sign a few photographs of them for him. "Do I snore, John?" Ringo asked as he ate his banana by the fireplace, and John looked up at him from his magazine and shrugged. "Aye, yer a little bit of a window rattler of a sort." he said. I couldn't help but to giggle quietly to myself from the thought of Ringo snoring in his sleep. "Aye, I have to agree with John. Maybe it's because of yer nose." Paul's grandfather pointed out. 

"Oh come on you guys...I can't be that bad." Ringo sighed as he sat next to me on a couch. Ringo curiously gazed into my notebook, but I hid the notebook from him. "What kind of questions are you going to be askin'?" Ringo chuckled. "I don't know, they seem pretty dumb. I don't know if I can do this job." I said to him. "It can't be that bad, can it?" George asked as he placed the phone down. John sat up curiously and smirked, "I bet most of the questions are fer me, ey?" he said. "No, I do believe she's goin' to be asking me all the questions." Paul said proudly as he turned his body to face me. "What makes you think she's going to ask you guys the questions? I think you'll do great, Lily. Just be confident in yourself. If you don't get this job, you won't be here with me..." Ringo said lightly as he bit his lower lip and felt upset about the idea of me leaving. "Awww! How cute!" Paul said sarcastically. "Yeah, they seem like they could be a match." George smiled happily. John and Paul stared at George, and George threw his hands up in the air. "Really guys? What???" he asked them. John shook his head and Paul rolled his eyes, and Ringo and I just lauged to ourselves. "Wha' Ringo is tryin' to say, love, is that we hope ya don't leave. It would be dreadful and heartbreakin'. Yer too beautiful to leave us. Ye don't even have a boyfriend. Ye can't go out there without havin' one." John winked across from me. I blushed as I turned my eyes away from. "John, can't you see you're makin' the poor bird embarassed? You should already know that I'm her boyfriend." Paul said. "What??" Ringo raised his voice a little and everyone went awkwardly quiet on him, including me. "Well? I think it's fair that maybe with all these interviews and what not, we should try and maybe go on a date with her? If that's alright with you, Rings." Paul chuckled.

"She's my friend, I can't just let you three take her out." Ringo said with deep annoyance. Paul's grandfather was very patient with all of us as he quietly sat there with his photographs in his hands. Paul's grandfather waved at me and I gave him back the favor by waving back to him with a smile on my face. We both thought it was pretty funny to listen to the boys argue about me, when they should be aruging about what songs or even what else they should being doing after their interview. "What do you think, Lily?" George asked. I looked at them blankly and said, "Well...If I ever get through this interview with you guys, then maybe I will." I smiled. Everybody smiled excitedly and Ringo smiled at me too as he nodded. We waited for a couple of hours before our interview and Paul's grandfather stood up, "I'll be back soon. Ye guys have yerself some fun, I gotta some buisness to do." he smiled wickedly with his photographs close to his chest and then he walked out the door. "What's he going to do with those signed photographs of you guys?" I asked the boys. "Beats me. My grandfather is pretty witty and clean. I'm sure he can take care of himself. I'm hoping he doesn't get into too much trouble." Paul said.