Well Look Who It Is (Part 1)

Submitted by stefasaurusrexx.

Author’s Note: This is my first try at writing a fanfiction, EVER. It does not include a sex scene… yet. I am still undecided on whether or not to add one later. I hope you enjoy it! (:

“Oh my god, I can’t believe Helen Shapiro is standing a few feet away from me. I love her music!” I squealed.
“Calm down, Stefanie! Jeez, it’s not like it’s the Beatles or Elvis or something.” Morgane rolled her eyes.
“Well, yeah… I guess.” I mumbled.
I was so excited to be in the audience of Ready Steady Go!, and now Morgane, my best friend, was ruining it for me. She just came because I dragged her along with me.
“Stefanie, when can we leave?” Morgane whined. “I want to get out of here and go to the drive-in. There’s a cute guy I want to meet up with.”
She had that glint in her eye that suggested that “meeting up” was not all she intended on doing.  Who can blame her? She had looks, and she knew how to flaunt them. She looked really fab. She had a new mod haircut that was short and flipped at the ends, bleached blonde like Brigitte Bardot’s. A thick layer of black eyeliner covered her lids which contrasted to her gray eyes and nude lipstick was painted on her mouth. She wore a thatched brown mod dress that went down to her knees and black pumps. I envied her. I had long, wavy brown hair that would never stay teased, so it fell flat of other girls’. I wore only a thin layer of eyeliner on my brown eyes, but hey, I played it up a little; winged out the ends. I bought a new dress just for this occasion, too. A baby blue one, to be exact. I matched it with white flats.
Suddenly, the host announced, “Our next guest star is someone you’ve probably already seen on television this week singing some of the songs that she made famous. She’s just got a new record out and we wanted you, our Ready Steady Go! audience to be the first to hear it, so hear is Helen Shapiro!”
“OH MY GOD!” I screamed as she started miming “Look Who It Is”.
“Morgane? Who are those three guys?”
“Uhm, I don’t know, their backs are turned to us. HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO KNOW?”
“God, sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you.”
There she goes again. Ruining it for me. Right as Helen “sang” the line, “Fancy meetin’ you suddenly”, she turned around guy number one. Tremendous applause and screams came from the crowd.
“IT’S JOHN! OH GOD, MORGANE, IT’S JOHN LENNON!”
“HOLY FUCKING SHIT. I KNOW!”
Now even Morgane was paying attention. The Beatles were an interest we both shared. We watched as he interacted with Helen and then she moved on to the next guy.
“Well look who it is! Did you think I’d forgotten you?” She turned the second guy around.
“RINGO!” We both screamed. Ringo was so cute, he put his head on Helen’s shoulder as she sang. She was surprised by that! Helen started singing her solo.
“Morgane, who do you think the last guy will be?” I asked, eying the last man’s figure.
“Who knows? Oh I hope it’s Paul!” was her response.
We bobbed from one hip to the other, waiting for her to turn around the last guy. Finally, the time came.
“Well look who it is! With his hand reaching out for mine.”
He slightly turned, but that was all I needed.
“GEORGE! MORGANE! MORGANE! IT’S GEORGE!”
“Yes, I can see that, you twat.” She said, a little more than bummed that it wasn’t Paul.
I was so excited. Georgie is my absolute favorite. He was so close, I could probably touch him from where I was standing. Morgane was eying John seductively. Oh christ. She wants to get in his pants. I glanced over at George, and I found him looking at me. He quickly turned away and looked back at Helen. The song finished and I guess the telly went to commercial, because all the performers, including the one third of the Beatles went through a pair of black doors. Gone for a fag, probably.
“Ladies and gentlemen, the show will continue in three minutes time. Then the Beatles will play one of their new hit songs, ‘She Loves You’!”
The screams were deafening. Just then, I got a wonderful idea.
“Hey, Morgane,” I whispered, “Let’s go out that door and see if we can get autographs from them!”
“Are you kidding? We’ll be caught in a heartbeat!” She yelled.
“God, you don’t have to scream. Well, I’m going.”
“Fucking christ, Stefanie. Why won’t you stay put? You’re going to get caught and thrown out and you won’t be able to see the Beatles perform.”
“Who cares? They mime that stuff anyway. I think it would be so cool to get an autograph from one of them, even Helen. I’ll see you in a few, ‘kay?”
“Just don’t get caught!”
“I won’t!”
I wasn’t so sure of that, but I snuck away all the same. I tried to move in the crowds, so it looked like I belonged there. I didn’t want to seem suspicious. I casually snuck away from the swarm of girls and was now separated from them completely. There’s the door. I crept up to it. Yes! This is it! I’m going to make it!
“Wait one minute there, missy.” a big hand grabbed my shoulder and spun me around.
“Oh god, I’m so sorry! I just wanted to get an autograph! Please don’t throw me out!” I stammered, looking at the floor.
I felt my face being lifted up. I was staring into the most beautiful brown eyes I had ever seen.
“Haha, only joking. You want an autograph, you said?”
It was George Harrison. George. Fucking. Harrison. His hand was on my shoulder, and his other hand was on my chin. And he was talking to me.
“I-uh. I-I mean, that is to say… I just…oh god-um. Uh…yeah. S-s-sure.” I manged to stutter.
“Well, what should I sign?”
“Oh! Ummmm. I don’t really have anything.” Shit.
“Well that’s no good, now is it? Can’t give you an autograph on nothing. Come on, I’ll get you a picture.”
He took my hand and lead me into a hallway through the doors. I couldn’t stop staring at him. He had the most adorable toothy smile, and his suit was so gear. His hair fell perfectly around his face. I could’ve just watched him for hours, but eventually we made it to whatever room he intended. He opened the door and lead me in.
“Hey John, Ringo, and Paul,” he announced, “This little lady would like an autographed picture. Got any spare?”
“Sorry, George, just ran out.” said Paul.
“Oh, well then I guess you’ll just have to stay here and talk to me.” George winked.
“What’s her name, George?” John asked.
“She’s uh.. oh well I guess I forgot to ask! Say, what’s your name, luv?”
“Oh it’s Stefanie.” I replied.
I can’t believe I’m sitting here talking to the Beatles! Morgane will be so jealous!
“Hello there, Stefanie!” John got up and kissed my hand, “That’s a very pretty name.”
“Ahhh… Thank you.” I blushed.
“Aww stop bein’ a charmer.” Ringo laughed, “Anyway, it’s George who brought her here.”
“Sorry, Georgie. Couldn’t resist.”
“Naw, it’s fine, John. So… what do you wanna do?”
“What? But I thought you were going on stage soon!” I was surprised. Why would he chose hanging out with me over performing?
“I don’t really care about going up there and pretending to perform. I’d rather do it live, but the fans would drown out the sound with their screams.”
You could tell that he was upset about that. I guess being a famous musician has its setbacks.
“George, if you really don’t care about it then we could cover for you. Say you got a little sick. You know, the fiendish thingy.” Paul started laughing hysterically, soon joined by the rest of the boys.
Hmmm. I guess even the Beatles have inside jokes, just like me and my friends. They slowly regained their composure and then George stood up and announced, “Stefanie, we’re going to go to the malt shop around the corner! I’ve heard that they’ve got some great burgers…” He licked his lips unconsciously.
“Oh! Ummm, okay.” I agreed, then a familiar face swam into my head. “But my friend Morgane is waiting for me! You see, she didn’t want to come with me, so that’s why I was alone when you caught me.”
“Ah. The blonde bird that you were standing next to?” George asked.
“Yeah,” I nodded. “That’s the one.”
“Blonde, eh? I’ll take good care of her, don’t you worry.” John winked.
I thought John was married?
“Thanks, Johnny. Come on, Stef. Let’s go!”
I felt him grab my hand and we rushed out the door. God, he’s so cute. Like a little kid. He lead me to another room, and this time it was full of clothes, not Beatles.
“‘Scuse me, Stef, I just need to get out of this suit. Got to change into something to where I won’t be recognized.” He explained as he scoured the clothes rack.
I walked over to where the clothes, and George, were. I started looking through them as well. Sequins. Too flashy. Leather. Too rocker. Tuxedo. Too fancy.
“Well how about this?” I said as I held up a long, brown trench coat.
“That’ll do. Thanks, luv.” George took it and walked behind a screen with a plain black shirt and pants and started changing. Oh god. I played with the clothes to avoid looking at the screen. George Harrison is striping down to his boxers behind there. After that thought, I had to sit down. My eyes lingered to where George was and then moved to the clothes rack. Oh, a hat! It was perfect. Looks like one of John’s. It would cover his famous mop top well.
“Here, George, wear this hat too.” I said as I threw it over to him.
“Good thinking. Wouldn’t want Arthur to be recognized.” He laughed.
“Arthur?” I asked, confused.
“Yeah, you know,” He stepped out from behind the screen, “My hair.” He pointed to his head and then pushed the hat over his mop top.
“If I didn’t already know that it was you, I wouldn’t have known you were George Harrison… from a distance.” I smirked.
“Oh very funny.” He laughed, shoving me a little. “Shall we be off?”
He offered me his arm and I took it. We walked out the back door, and no one thought anything of it, because of how well George was disguised. As soon as we stepped outside, the bright sunlight temporarily blinded us. When I regained my ability to see, I noticed how beautiful it was. It’s like someone wanted me to have the perfect day.
“Hey, George?” I asked.
“Yeah?”
“How long of a walk is it?” I chewed my lip.
“Oh, not very far. Just around the corner there.” He said, pointing.
I let out a deep breath. I had walked all the way there with Morgane and my feet were killing me.
George suddenly mumbled, “Here comes the sun….”
“Doo do doo do.” I sang. I don’t even know why, it just sounded right.
“Hey that sounded pretty good.”
“Really? I just sang it for no reason, really.”
“Everything happens for a reason,” He winked. “Maybe I’ll make that into a song. May I have your permission to use that tune you just sang?”
“What? Oh! Ummm, sure! Yeah, go ahead.”
Did I just give George Harrison inspiration for a song? This day keeps getting better and better.
“George- look!” I shouted.
“What?! What?!” He stopped walking and looked around nervously.
Perhaps looking for screaming fangirls or bloodthirsty paparazzi.
“There!” I said, pointing out the most beautiful monarch butterfly I have ever seen.
“Oh my god,” He breathed, “It’s so beautiful.” he stared at it floating above us, as if in a trance.
While he stood there, I slipped my hand into his and planted a small kiss on his cheek. He turned towards me, still awestruck, either from the butterfly, or the suddenness of my actions. Then slowly, very slowly, he stared to smile. His big, toothy, adorable smile. We gazed into each others eyes for about 5 seconds, then he took me into his arms and held me close. I breathed in his scent; earthy, but pure. I can’t really describe it. Either way, I knew it was the most wonderful smell in the world. I wanted to just stay that way, in his arms, forever. He felt so warm and gentle, and I could hear his heartbeat. I felt so close to him in that moment, and then I knew things would never be the same.