As we watched Paul's grandfather leave the room, it was time to attend the boy's interview. When we arrived at the spot for their interview, the place was very packed. There were countless of people dressed in fancy gowns and poshed suits, assuming that they were very rich to visit the Beatles and be apart of their interviews. I carried the notepad in my hand and decided to get to work on my job for Brian. I weaved my way through the congestion of people as I searched for any of the boys. Suddenly I spotted Paul in the distance as he was trying to get a small sandwich off a plate that a waitress was holding up above her head. I walked over to him and tapped him on the shoulder. He slowly turned around and smiled brightly at me, "Well hello there, Lily. I knew you were goin' to interview me first, righ'?" he winked at me. "Well, let's just get this over with. I'm sorry that these are pretty terrible questions. I don't know why Brian made me use them." I sighed as I reviewed the questions over on the notepad. "Let's hear the first question, love." Paul beamed. "Ok, so here's one. Do you often see your father?" I asked him. "No, actually we're just good friends." he said. "Um...ok...?" I said bewilderedly and then I wrote down his answer in my notepad. "Oh, and I like to keep Britain tidy." he added as he pointed his index finger on my notepad. I giggled to myself and shook my head as I wrote it down. "Ok, well, I guess that's all." I laughed.

"Already, love? No other questions like, I dunno, maybe....a boyfriend?" Paul winked and he nudged my shoulder playfully. "That question isn't in my notepad." I snickered and I walked away from him as I searched for the others. I squeazed my way through the crowd until I spotted George. I watched him play around with a photographer as the photographer took many shots of him. I covered my big grin with my hand as I couldn't help but to laugh at the funny faces George was making at the camera. Once the photographer was done taking photos of George, I walked over to him. "Hey, George." I smiled warmly to him. "'ey there, love. 'ow's the interview job goin'?" he asked curiously as he randomly pulled the pen out of my hand and fiddled with it. "It's going ok. It's not really fun. Brian has some really terrible questions. I already asked Paul one and it was...well, it was awkward." I said as I took my pen back from George. "Ha! Ha! Paul must've had a borin' one then to answer. Any good ones for me?" he asked curiously as he tried to take a glimspe at my notepad. 

I hid my notepad away  from him so he couldn't take a peak. "Hey! No peaking!" I laughed. George smiled and said, "Bring it on. Wha' kind of questions do ya have for me?" I smiled as I took a look at my notepad. "Ok, um...what kind of hairstyle is that?" I asked him. "Oh this?" George asked as he tugged on some of the locks of his hair. "It's Arthur." he nodded confidentally. "What the? Um, sure, we'll go with that." I said confusedly as I jot down his answer. "Did I do good?" George smiled with a wicked grin. "I guess?" I laughed softly. "Anything else?" he questioned as he tried to take a look at my notepad once more. I covered the notepad from him as I held it against my chest. "Sadly no, George. I guess that's all." I said. George was a bit upset and nodded slowly. I bit my lower lip and nodded back to him, and then I went off searching for John and Ringo. With luck, I spotted John talking with a few men as he laughed cheekily. I nervously walked over to him and took a deep breath. I was pretty nervous at what John's answers were going to be since he always been a flirt around me. It was embarrassing enough to interview Paul. I hope John doesn't have any flirty answers.

John took notice of me right away as he walked over to me and smiled, "Well there ya are! Came to interview me, 'ey?" he said. I nodded softly and smiled, "Yeah. Ok, the first question is how did you discover America?" I asked hurriedly. I wanted to get the questions over with fast so I can go straight to Ringo and not have to hear any of John's playful jokes. Unfortuately, John was already joking around just like the others. So far, none of the boys were taking my questions seriously. "Turn left at Greenland." he said playfully and laughed hysterically. I sighed and rolled my eyes, "Do you have any hobbies?" I asked as I wrote down his first answer. John smirked as he snatched my notebook and pen out of my hand, and then John began to scribble something down fast. 

Once he finished, he showed me his answer. My mouth dropped as he wrote the word, "Tits", on my notepad. I blushed tremendously as he handed back my notepad and pen. "There's more if ya want to know." he smirked. I stood there and glared at him as I shook my head. I never felt so embarassed asking such stupid questions to the boys. I don't know if Brian's ideal jobs are helping me or not anymore. I walked away from John without saying a word, and John couldn't get the chance to speak to me because some of the people already crowded around him. 

Finally in the end I was able to catch Ringo who was trying very hard to get a sandwich that the waitress was still carrying above herself. I smiled excitedly as I briskly went over to Ringo and tugged on his coat, "Hey, Ritchie!" I said. "Lily! 'ow are you? Lovin' the new job?" he grinned. "Well...no. Not really. The others were pretty tough to ask them questions. They all took me as a joke." I said disappointedly. "A joke? What's wrong, love?" he asked. "Brian's questions are just so random. Paul and John had such odd answers, and George, well, he's been himself." I laughed softly. "Aw, come on, love. You know Brian. You just need a little fun with the job. Any questions you got for me?" he asked. I took a deep breath and nodded, "Ok, what kind of collar is that?" I asked as I read my notepad. "This? A collar." Ringo smiled as he pointed at his collar. 

I closed my eyes and grumbled as I slapped my notepad down at my thigh. "I can't. I can't do this. These questions are just too ridiculous." I said with a bit of annoyance in my voice. "No no, love! Keep goin'! You're doin' great, love! Come on, love. Is there anymore questions?" Ringo said as he rubbed my shoulder with his hand. I gave him a reassuring smile and nodded. "Ok...Are you a mod or a rocker?" I asked as I read my notepad again and wrote down his first answer with my pen. "Me? I'm a mocker." Ringo playfully said in a posh tone of voice. "Richard!" I complained as I rolled my eyes a bit. "I'm sorry, love. I couldn't help it." Ringo laughed under his breath and smiled at me. "It'll be ok love, I know you can do it. I'm sorry." he smiled. "Ok, how do you like your girls to dress?" I mumbled the last question. I mean, what kind of question is that? This was pretty embarrassing to ask this type of question to my best friend. When I asked Ringo the last question, I noticed Ringo's cheeks turning red and he just laughed with a huge grin on his face. "Ha! Well, um...that's a secret, love." he smiled as he shook his head. "I'm guessing you won't answer that one." I smiled back as I wrote down his last answer.

After I finally got the boys interviewed, I was suddenly being taken off by George and Ringo as Ringo took my hand and gestured me to follow him out of the clustered room. Leaving Brian clueless on where we were. I noticed John and Paul with us as they came up from behind. "Where are you guys taking me?" I asked. "We know a good place to just 'ave some fun." John smiled. "Fun??" I raised an eyebrow at him. "Yeah, love. Interviewing is hard work. Wha' you need is a bit of dancin' and drinks." George added as I followed the boys down the hall and they opened a double door for me. "Ready to 'ave some fun!" Ringo grinned at me as I heard music and watched people dancing, drinking, and having fun in a large room. The music was playing some of the boy's music on the speakers and I could smell the horrid stench of cigarette smoke throughout the place. Ringo held my hand the whole time as I walked confidentally with him. "I guess so. Aren't we going to get caught?" I asked. "Nah. Come on ya guys!" John laughed as he wiggled his eyebrows and he disappeared within the crowd of people dancing.