Every now and again, someone important would sidle up to Beth and make small talk. Reporters asked her questions, and were generally polite. Some girls had been invited, and a few were remarkedly snotty. One even tried to interrupt Beth and Paul in the middle of a conversation. Beth then decided that she might have a bit of a hard time with some desperate Paul fans.
The party went on until everyone was either drunk or tired. Mal was elected chauffeur (since he was the only sober one) and took everyone to their respective homes. Beth spent the night at Paul's once more, watching old black and white movies until they fell asleep.
For the next week, there were intermittent times of goings-on and relaxing. Beth spent her fee time with Paul or writing letters to friends back home, and any other time was occupied in interviews and publicity events. Beth wrote to her roommates from Princeton, as well as some of her buddies in Germany, and the family. So much had been going on that it wasn't hard to write those letters. A reporter from the Daily Mail had contacted her, as well as one from Newsweek and another from Time. She took care of those interviews, and had another photo shoot. On Sunday, she went to the Beatles' press conference and release party, as promised. The interview there went something like this.
Reporter: Hey, we've heard that Beth Anderson can't decide which one of you she likes best. Who do you think shelikes best?
Paul: No comment! But really, that's not fair of you. You should have asked us which of her we like best.
John: It's too hard for me to decide. They're all so cute.
Ringo: I don't know. That one, what's-her-name, has a big nose.
George: Yeah, and that other one's so quiet.
Paul: But have you seen the other one bat her eyelashes? It gives me chills!
Rp: But for a serious question, what's the deal with 'Tomorrow Never Knows'?
J: What do you think? It's experimentative and new. We think it's great.
G: And we don't really care what everyone else thinks.
Rp: George, your song 'Love You To' uses the Indian sitar, as did the song 'Norwegian Wood'. Is this a new direction for you?
G: Sure. I'll do an album called Ode to Sitar with twenty-one songs. (laughs)
Rp: Your new album has a dark mood to it. Is the band in a time of crisis?
J: An' here I thought Beth told you blokes off yesterday.
P: Like she said, our songs are extensions of our feelings.
R: (laughs) Yes, 'Yellow'!
Rp: Will you be using orchestral arrangements on further albums?
P: Of course! It adds character.
G: (laughs) Besides, it sounds pretty.
Rp: Paul, what lies between you and Beth Anderson?
J: About fifteen feet. Hi Beth! (waves to Beth, out at the side)
P: That's for me to know, and for you to hear rumours about.
G: Say 'ZAP!' Paulie, that'll make 'em go away.
P: Oh, ha ha.
R: (taunting) Paul's got a girlfriend! Paul's got a girlfriend!
Rp: Are you happier touring, or recording?
P: Yes.
J: No.
G: Maybe...
R: ..so.
Rp: Will this be your last album?
J: Of course not! We've already got another in the works.
G: Yeah, it's called Particle Man, and we shall parade under the alias of 'The Aunts'.
P: Well, we're sorry to disappoint you, but we have to leave now.
J: Yeah, Paul's got a date with Sparkle Woman.
R: She's a great swimmer.
They were led into the party by Mal, and staged a repeat performance of Beth's party. Everyone swarmed around the guests of honor, and everyone got drunk. The big names were once again lined up for tea and biscuits with the talk of rock. Everybody still had a pretty good time, and Beth was able to drive everyone home tonight. She and Paul went home and talked until they both fell asleep.
* * * * *
The rest of the week leading up to the tour was fairly busy. Brian checked and double checked room reservations. He made sure that stage passes and airline tickets were all ready, and that the jet was loaded with instruments and wardrobe. He also called everyone to make sure their passports were valid. Beth did a lot of packing; she'd need clothes to wear off stage as well as on stage. She bought new, bigger luggage to put all the stuff in, and paid the rent for August and September.
Beth talked to Brian to make sure he had sent tickets to her mom, which he confirmed. She called her mom, and told her that she'd call when they got in on Monday morning to set up definate plans to see her. She shopped for presents for them in her free time.
Beth had yet another photo shoot specifically for the US media. She also signed plenty of autographs. People loved talking to her because she was so friendly and courteous. She was becoming a public sweetheart.
All of this activity led up to the big day. Well, the eve of the big day. The private jet would take off on Sunday night to allow plenty of time to get situated, and get some rest. Beth made sure she had her ticket, her passport, American dollars, all of her luggage, and her acoustic guitar. She also kept some other miscellaneous stuff in her purse. Paul took her to the airport, parked his car in the underground garage, and returned. They went through the whole wave of airport security, and made it to their departure gate.
John, George, and Ringo were already there, as were Neil Aspinall, Mal, and Brian. "Flight 64 from London, England to New York, New York, now boarding," warned a loudspeaker. The eight showed their tickets to a stewardess who stamped them. They made their way through the tunnel onto the plane. When the hatch had been sealed, they released a collective sigh. "I'm surprised they didn't find us," George said. "You'd think they'd be all over us." "So did I," Brian said. "That's why someone 'tipped them off' that we'd be at gate 73 instead of gate 12." "Very clever, man!" Paul said. "So, when's takeoff?"
"This is your captain speaking," said a voice. "Please find a seat and buckle up. All tray tables should be kept in an upright and locked position as we take off and as we land. Have a nice flight."
At the front of the plane were the first class seats, but the coach seats had been taken out of the back and a wet bar replaced them, as well as some tables and chairs. The kitchen was still there, as well as the bathrooms. Everyone grabbed the first seat available seat and buckled in. Beth ended up sitting in an aisle seat next to John. across the aisle were Paul and Neil against the window. In front of them were Mal and Brian, and George and Ringo opposite them. Take off proceeded without delay.
"Nervous?" John asked Beth. "A little," she said. "Mostly because of the performing part, and not really because I'm going home. Pre-stage fright, I guess." "You'll do fine," John said. "I know these will be big venues, but the audience will encourage you." "I hope so," Beth said.
The captain told them that the plane was at cruising altitude, and everyone got up to make themselves busy. "Care to play me at a game of speed, John?" Beth asked. "Sure," John said. "What's that?" They sat down at the bar. "It's a card game," Beth said. She took out her deck of cards and demonstrated. "The way we played it at Princeton was this: each player got twenty cards. In between them were four stacks of cards: two with one card, and two outside of those with five cards. So, when I turn these tow middle cards face up, we put down cards that have numbers before or after that number, and keep going from there. Whoever gets rid of their cards first wins. If we come to a stalemate and no one can play their cards, we each turn over a card from an outside deck, the speed decks." "Ah, sounds interesting," John said. "Let's play."
Beth easily beat John the first couple of rounds. He was able to beat her after that, though, and they gave up cards. Beth went to check on Paul, who was behind the curtain in the first section of the plane. He was sprawled on the floor with a piece of paper, singing to himself. She sat on the floor next to him. "Anything doing?" she asked. "Yeh, I'm remembering the words to a song I wrote years ago. Care to have a listen?" "Sure," Beth said.
When I get older, losing my hair
Many years from now
Will you still be sending me valentines
Birthday greetings, bottles of wine?
If I've been out 'til quarter to three
Would you lock the door?
Will you still need me
Will you still feed me
When I'm sixty-four?
"Sounds great!" Beth said. "Are you going to record it?" "I think so," said Paul. He lay back on the carpet and put his hands behind his head. "There's so much happening now. I've met you, and I'm so happy until we have to go perform in front of an audience that doesn't even listen to us. Another tour already! And now I'm in love with you, but I'm not too sure what to do about it." "Let it go," Beth said. "The tour will be gone in a little while, I'll be with you even after that, and peace will fall upon our little part of the planet." "Hey, I guess so," Paul said. "But Beth, do you love me?" "I do," she said. "Like you wouldn't believe." "That's all I need to know," Paul said. Beth lay back with Paul and they catnapped.
* * * * *
When they awoke, the sky was black as pitch. "We must have a little while before we get to New York for the stopover. Seems that we're still over the ocean," Paul said. "I concur," Beth said. "I say we'll get there at about Nine P.M., their time, and take another hour after the refueling to get to Chicago." "You're probably right," Paul said. "I can't keep up any more."
Sure enough, twenty minutes later the plane landed. They all stayed on while it loaded up with more fuel, and then went on their way to Chicago. The trip was made safely, and Brian took precautions before they got off the plane. "These are your all access passes for this venue," he said. "Keep them with you at all times. I don't want any of you getting lost, or mauled, for that matter. We are getting off on the tarmac, you know." "What do we do when we get off?" Beth whispered to John. "Run like hell," John said. "Brian will take us to a waiting car, and Nell should get the luggage."
Showtime. The ladder was safely in front of the door, and they were good to go. Cameras flashed as they stepped into the night. The tarmac was lit by powerful lights. They waved politely, and made their way onto the tarmac. A police line broke open, and frenzied girls ran after them. They all noticed, and ran furiously to a car waiting father down the tarmac. Fortunately, no one was attacked and they made a clean get-away.
* * * * *
"You guys can each have seperate rooms, this time," Brian said. "We've got the run of the floor." Beth looked around until she found a room with a view of the city. "Mind if I room with you?" Paul asked, peeking in the door. "I do! Why not take the adjoining room?" Beth asked. John opened the door that connected his room and hers. "That's because I did," he said. "I couldn't resist the view." "Great minds think alike, Paul," Beth laughed. "Guess you're SOL." "Beg pardon?" Paul said. "Shit Outta Luck," Beth explained. "Take the next one over." Paul laughed. "Yes, ma'am."
"Baggage call!" called Neil from the common area. Beth found him and looked at the pool of luggage. "About half of that is mine," she joked. She took her suitcases to her room and went over to speak with Paul. "Paul, luv?" she said, stepping into his room. "Yes, luv?" he said. "My mum wants to have me over, and she's said 'it would be nice' if you guys joined me, which means, 'bring your friends over, I want to look at the dopers you're friends with," Beth said. "I'm going to talk to the other guys, but I wanted to ask you first if it would be alright." "I'd love it," Paul said. "I think the guys will like it, too, simply because we won't be cooped up in a hotel." "Great!" Beth said. "Once I get the concensus, I'll call mum and let her know who will be over. Goodnight." "Goodnight," Paul said. He kissed her and she left.
Beth made the rounds and asked everyone what they wanted to do. George, John, and Ringo accepted, but Brian declined because he had to take care of business matters, and Neil and Mal had to get things loaded up and somewhere safe. With this information, Beth went back to her room to call her mom.
"Hello?" Ward had answered. "Hi, Ward, it's Beth. Put Mom on, willya?" "Hang on one moment," he said. "She waited, and her mom answered. "Hi mum! I'm going to take you up on your offer to come over. We just got in, and the guys said they'd like to come with me. When is a good time for you?" she asked. "Come over after the concert," Eileen said. "I'll cook some of Grandma's special recipie spaghetti, and we can talk." "Okay," Beth said. "But please, talk to everybody! All four of them are coming over, and I know Becky and Carla..." "Don't worry, I've already given them a manners lecture, just in case...you know that sixth sense that all mothers have. They'll behave." "Thanks, Mum," Beth said. "I'll see you then. Love you. Tell everyone I said 'Hi'." "Love you, too, honey," Eileen said. "Bye."
* * * * *
Beth woke up around seven the next morning. She took a shower and dressed in an outfit she had already laid out; it was a three-quarters sleeve pastel green sweater, a pair of black pedal pushers, and a scarf at her neck to complete it. She put on her glasses and jewelry, and opened her door cautiously. No one else was up, as far as she could tell. She listened at Paul's door; no signs of life in there. John was snoring, so he was obviously asleep. Well, maybe I'll order in breakfast.
Beth went into the common area and found Ringo sitting on the couch, eating a bowl of cornflakes. She fixed herself a bowl and sat by Ringo on the couch. "Hey Beth," he said between mouthfuls. "I see you're an early riser as well." "Not really," Beth said. "I've just rather become accustomed to it. Say, when does everyone else get up?" "About the same time John gets up," Ringo said. "Why's that?" Beth asked.
Just then, they heard an uncanny growling, and a LOUD yell. "Wake up call," Ringo said. "THAT was John?!" Beth asked. "I certainly hope so," Ringo said. For about fifteen minutes, there was silence. At that point, John strode into the commons, fully clothed. He yelled again. "EVERYBODY UP!!" Showers started running. Doors slammed.
Thanks, John," Paul said wryly, stepping in. "I think your first try was sufficient." He saw Beth and Ringo sitting on the couch. "See, you woke them up in a hurry," he said. "Actually, we were bright-eyed and bushy-tailed before the wolverine growled," Beth said, "but I'd have to agree with you." "Everybody's a critic," John said. He followed Paul to the breakfast cart to get some cornflakes.
Soon, everyone was gathered in the commons, eating and talking. "So, what's the plan for today?" Beth asked. "We need to have all of you at the stadium at one for soundchecks and rehearsals," Brian said. "For now, we have to compile songlists. But when we're finished with that, you all can leave and do what you want until one." "Groovy," Beth said. "So, what'd yer mum say about comin' over?" John asked. "She said to come over after the concert and she'd make supper," Beth said. "Is that alright with you, Brian?" "Oh, I don't mind," he said. "Alright!" Beth said. "I think I'm going to go start on my playlist, and I'll get that to you when I'm done." "No rush, but go ahead, if you want," Brian said.
Beth hurried back to her room and sat down on the bed. She took the hospitality paper and pen from the table and wrote down her ideas.
Songlist for Monday in Chicago
"It's Not You"
w/Hammond Organ and piano
"You're Not the Same"
Acoustic guitar, maybe a drummer?
Hmm, I wonder if Paul would sing with me on "The Only Thing to Hold On To"? I really don't want to make it seem as if I'm clinging to him for dear life. Otherwise, the set list looks great.
Paul knocked on Beth's open door. "Mind if I come in?" he asked. "No, actually, I need to talk to you," Beth said. "And I you," Paul said. "What's up?" "Well, I hope it's not forward of me, but I was wondering if you'd mind singing our little song together at the closer of my set." "Oh, I don't mind, luv," he laughed. "I'm rather particular to that song." "Oh, good," Beth sighed. "And your query?" "Oh, yeh, that," Paul chuckled. "I was wonderin'...after we're finished up 'ere, if you'd like to go in to the city. I know we'll have to have good disguises an' all, but it's been a while since you've been back here, an' I thought maybe you would want to go have some fun."
"That would be great!" Beth said. "That's why I chose this room, overlooking the city...Chicago's always held a special place in my heart, and I got to see it all the better from here. So, yeah, I'd love to." The phone suddenly rang, the receiver trying to jump from its cradle. "I thought the phones had been blocked off or something like that..." Paul started. "Yeah, I thought so, too," Beth said. "Must be something important." Beth leaned over to the phone and answered with a polite, "Hello?".
"Beth? This is your father. How are you?"
Silence.
"Daddy? I...I'm fine. Why...?"
"That's what I've asked myself for the past few years. Why, Beth? You haven't called, I haven't seen you, and now you're a big shot. You couldn't even call me yourself to tell me!"
"Confrontation won't get you anywhere, Daddy. If you're not happy with it, find a healthy way to expel this anger. I want nothing to do with you because of the way you've treated me."
"Forget that psychoanalysis crap! You're my daughter, and I should have known about this before it happened! I have some say in your life, and I don't want you parading yourself before a crowd of horny teenagers!"
"No! You don't have a say in my life, Daddy! I am a grown woman. A WOMAN! I can do as I please. I sing because I can. I'm good at it. I also sing because it's what I want to do. If you don't like my singing, fine. If you don't like the fact that I make people happy while making myself happy, tough. This is my dream, Daddy. No matter what yours is, it's not mine. I will live my life to it's full extent for however long I am on this earth. I don't know how long I'll be here, but I'm going to make the best of it, and not live in bondage."
"How dare you talk that way! That is disrespect..."
"It's not disrespect, Daddy. It is independence at its finest hour. I am realising my dreams. I am living my dreams. The race is over; I've won. I love you for the fact that you made me possible, but I can only take so much of your control. Goodbye."
Beth tearfully and slowly put the receiver in its cradle. Paul scooted closer to her and tucked her in the crook of his arm. "I am not supposed to be crying!" she sobbed. "I got him out of my system! I don't want him there anymore!" "You need a father," John said. He stood in the doorway, and casually sat down in a chair facing her. "That's all there is to it. Sorry for eavesdropping, but it wasn't too hard to overhear."
"Oh, how do you know?" Beth cried. "I never had a dad there for me, literally," John said. "Listen to me. You never had him around for what you needed most: love, and acceptance. So now, you cry, not because you really want him to be around, but because he never fulfilled his duties as a father. Does that hit the mark?" "Yes," Beth sighed. "That is probably the answer. An emptiness deep down. A need...for love. Oh, I feel so silly."
"But you're not," Paul said. "You have feelings. Everyone does, so what's to blame? it's not your fault you've felt unloved, it's his. But now, he's gone and you have me, and John, and your mum, and everybody else that think's you're great. No worries, no trouble, just a peaceful bit of heaven for a little while." "You're very good at relieving people," Beth said. "Thanks. Both of you." "No problem," Paul said. "Likewise," said John. "Just you perk up and show us that smile. It suits you." "I hope it does!" Beth said. "I've had it all my life, y'know." "There you are!" Paul said. "I was beginning to think you'd disappeared."
"Well, we'd better get started on the concert stuff," John said. "I'd be glad to take Brian your contributions." Beth added her final song to the list and gave it to John. "Thanks again," she said. "Any time at all," John sang, as he laughed. Paul backed him up and they finished the song.
Any time at all!
Ooh, any time at all
All you've gotta do is call
An' I'll be there!
* * * * *
Beth strutted in front of her bathroom mirror. She had put on a red flip wig and colored her eyebrows red, in an attempt to disguise herself. I think that will work. I don't think I'll need to change this outfit. Should I wear different glasses? Beth looked through her accessory tote and found a pair of thick rimmed cat glasses. She put them on, and laughed. Purrfect! No one will recognise me. A knock came on her bathroom door. Must be Paul. "Come in," she called.
A moustached man stepped through the door. His hair was pulled back and teased into a DA. "I see you've found your Bryll Creme," Beth laughed. "I dare say, that wig looks rather strange," Paul said. "Ah, well. Such is the life, when you don't wabt to get mobbed." "Yes, it is," Beth said. "Guess we'll just have to do our best at this game of pretend. C'mon, let's go."
"Hey, we're going out," Beth called. Most everyone was assembled in the common area, talking about something or other. "Alright," Brian said. "Be at the stadium at one." "We'll be there," Beth said. "And yes, we've remembered our passes." "Wait!" John said. "What'd you do to your hair?!" "It's a wig," Beth sighed. "Okay," John chuckled. "I just had to be sure. Wouldn't want that to be a permanent thing."
Paul and Beth went outside to a waiting car, which the driver gave up as soon as they got there; a red 1967 Mustang. "What's the plan?" Paul said. "Right side of the road!" Beth yelled, as Paul almost swung out into the wrong lane of traffic. "Right," Paul said nervously. "Anyway, have any ideas?" "Plenty," Beth said. "First, we may want to do any sightseeing or shopping, because the tourists come in around eleven. Then we could pick up some food." "Sounds good," Paul said. "Did you bring your camera?" "Sure did," Beth said. "What say we go to Sears Tower?" "Splendid idea," Paul said. "You lead the way."
Beth and Paul visited Sears Tower, and took pictures on the top floor of each other, even though they were both quite nervous. They decided to go from there to check out Beth's high school hangouts. Beth attended Franklin Delano Roosevelt High School, a fairly nice affair not too far from her mom's house. It was an imposing figure in the quiet neighborhood, but was a source of inspiration for Beth. "I could always go here to talk to my friends," Beth said. "I mixed in with a couple circles of friends, some of the "good" people, and some of the 'Not-so-good' people. They gave me a lot of ideas for some of my early songs. They encouraged me. I remember them fondly."
Beth showed Paul the record store she went to, the Music Box. They picked through some records and sheet music, and Beth paid a quick visit to the store owner. He didn't recognise them, so they chatted for a while and moved on to other stores. They shopped for a bit until they were hungry, and then hit a burger place.
"Ever been to McDonald's?" Beth asked. "No," Paul said, "but I've heard a little about it. Is it any good?" "If you want a quick burger," Beth said, "it's the place to go. Their frosty shakes aren't too bad either, and they've got a jukebox. Just turn down this road here..." Paul pulled the car into the parking lot and they went inside. "Wow," Paul said. "This place is pretty big. All-American, too. Why don't you get the food, and I'll find a place to sit, maybe fire up the jukebox. I want a hamburger and a chocolate shake."
Beth shrugged and stepped in line. Paul went to the jukebox and fiddled with the menu. Hmm, looks like I'm well known here! I know what would be a good laugh... Paul put a dime in the slot and chose a song. He sat down and waited for Beth.
Beth hurried to the table and put the food down. "'Ere's yer order, Mister Ramon," she said. "I'm much obliged, Miss Sparkle," Paul laughed. They started in on their food, and a song started blaring... "Paul? Is that what I think it is?" Beth asked. "Quite possibly," he laughed.
You make me dizzy, Miss Lizzy
The way you rock an' roll!
You make me dizzy, Miss Lizzy
When you do the show
C'mon, Miss Lizzy
Love me 'fore I grow too old!
"Doesn't it make you want to sing?" Paul said. "Yes, it's very catchy," Beth grinned. "I think I'll belt out a few verses now," Paul said. "Ooh, girl, you look so fine! Just a rockin' an' a rollin', girl you know I wish you were mine!" "Paul!" Beth whispered. "You're gonna blow our cover!"
About the second time Paul let out a well-timed WOO-HOO!, people started walking over to their table. "Paul," Beth whispered. "Girls...teenage girls...looking in our general direction...running...RUN!" Beth picked up her purse and food, while Paul grabbed his shake and they bolted out the door. They jumped in the 'Stang, and Paul floored it out of the parking lot and to the stadium.
* * * * *
They found the dressing rooms just on time. A pack of girls had tried to chase them from the parking lot. They reached the Beatles' dressing room, and heard noises inside. Beth knocked on the door. "Guys? Everybody fully clothed?" she yelled. "Yes, but that can be easily remedied," John yelled. "Come on in." They walked in and shut the door behind them.
"I find that an excellent question to ask when walking into a dressing room," Beth explained, removing her wig. "My own naked bum is enough for me to handle." John almost piped up with a comment, but refrained and laughed. "Have you guys eaten?" Beth asked. "Yeh, we just finished," George said. "We're waiting for Brian to come in. Take a seat." Paul and Beth slumped down on the couch between Ringo and John, and Paul removed his moustache. "Let me guess," Ringo said, "you were chased out of the restaurant?" "Lucky guess," Paul said. He sipped on his shake and mopped the sweat from his brow.
"So, what exactly are we supposed to do for all this time?" Beth asked. " 'Practice makes perfect' is our forced motto," George said. "We have to practice the playlist, get technical crap worked out, jazz up our stage moves, etcetera."
"You're scheduled to practice onstage after we're done, so you'll have a 'little' extra time before you go on," John said. "How much?" Beth asked. "Oh, an hour and a half, more or less," John said. "Oh boy," Beth said sarcastically. "I think I'll go to my room and pass out until then." "Would you come watch us instead?" Paul asked. "It'd probably be more worthwhile." "And we'll watch you, too," Ringo said. "Please?" "Alright," Beth said. "On one condition," John said. "Don't scream." "No problem," Beth laughed.
Brian popped into the room and told them that the stage was ready. They hopped up and followed him backstage, where the guys picked up their instruments and tuned. Beth noticed Ringo, who was looking rather glum. "What's wrong, Rich?" she asked. Ringo, surprised to hear his real name, gave her a double take and then a sigh of relief. "Oh, it's you," he said. "Well, it looks like I'll be playing drums tonight." "You always play the drums!" Beth said. "Yeah, every night I break that E-string on my guitar," he laughed. "E-strings are hard to come by, you know. But there are drums everywhere!" "Oh, yes, I know," Beth laughed.
" 'Ey, lads, let's get started," Brian said. "Everybody out!" They tested the microphones and the lot before getting started. " 'Ey, Brian, which song are we doing first?" John asked. "Whichever needs work," said Brian, who was in the audience testing the acoustics. "Alright, lads, I think we need to do 'Dizzy Miss Lizzy'," he said. "I'm 'avin a bit of trouble with the rhythm." "Not again," Beth laughed, from the background. John counted them off, and they blasted into the song.
After that one, they worked on "Help!" and "Another Girl", which were the only ones that really needed attention. Beth laughed continuously until she got on stage. She lowered the microphone up front, and readied her guitar near it. "Brian, I'm going to do 'It's Not You' first, because I need to work out the switch between the Hammond and the piano," she said, through the piano mic. "As I said, whatever you need to do," Brian said.
Beth breezed through that song with the greatest of ease. She realised that it would be better to play piano, as opposed to guitar, on "You're Not The Same". After that had been worked out, she and Paul toyed with the harmonies on "The Only Thing To Hold On To" until they were satisfied. Now confident with her set, Beth entrusted the stage to itself. *Chapter 10, in theaters now!*
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