Out of Your Shell, Ch. 1 Part One

It was a typical hot sticky morning in Lewisville today.  Normal for Texas.

I, Jeanna, was driving to work as usual, when I heard something on the radio that made my ears perk up.  I could hear Please Please Me in the background when the DJ started talking.

"Hey everyone out there, how'd you like a chance to see your favorite Liverpudlian band live and in the front row? Well, now's your chance, be caller 10 when you hear "Love Me Do" on the radio, and you'll be there!"

To say the least, I was freaking in my seat; I had to pull over or I would have wrecked my car.  Almost as a sign, when I pulled over the first thing on the radio was "Love Me Do!"  I jumped out and ran over to the payphone, I waited what felt like forever, 'til someone picked up.

"Hi, this is Bobby C. at KRSQ; you're caller 10, what's you name?"

I was in shock, I couldn't speak.

"Hello, are you there?" the DJ asked.

"Yes, I'm here," I said.

"What's your name, sweets?"

"Um, Jeanna."

"Well Jeanna, I have someone here who wants to congratulate you on winning those tickets," he said.

"Hullo, Jeanna" came George's strong accent.

"What's up?" came Ringo's voice.

"Hello, madam," Paul said in his most polite voice.

And finally, I knew who was next. " Hello, luv," said John.

"Um, hi boys," was all I could manage.

"Be here by 3 this afternoon and the tickets are yours!!" said the DJ.


The first thing I did was forget about work, and go to Julia's.
Banging on her door, she finally answered, looking disheveled.

"Julia, I have great news!!"

"It better be at 8 in the morning," she said.

"I just won front row tickets to theBeatles concert next week!!"

"Haha, what's the real news?"

"What do you mean, that's it!"

"Are you serious?"

"Would I be cruel enought to lie about something like that?"

She thought about it for a minute.

" NO!!"

"We're going to see The Beatles!!!"

"Yes, and that means it's time for me to go shopping!" I said. "Are you coming?" I asked her.

"No, I have enough clothes already."

"Alright, suit yourself, I'm gonna hit the stores," I said.

Leaving her apartment, I thought about who I could get, and I knew. "Monique," I thought aloud.


"So, when's the concert?" Monique asked.

"Um, let me look at the tickets...Friday!"

"That's the day after tomorrow," she said.

"Well, at least I don't have long to wait!"

"And you've picked out the perfect outfit for me, again."

We had finally decided on a light blue mini skirt with little white daisies on it, with a matching sleeveless top, and knee high white go-go boots.

Finally, Friday rolled around, and I was rushing around the house like chicken with its head cut off.

At about 5 o' I left on my way to pick Julia up, who was already waiting outside. She unlike me, had chosen more casual dressing.  She wore a dark blue mini dress with little black flats.  For make-up she had powder, mascara, and lip gloss. I, on the other hand, was wearing light blue eyeshadow, which brought out my eyes like the dress, black eyeliner on bottom and top, and light pink lipstick. Typical go-go make-up.

When we got to the venue, it was already 6:30, and the Beatles were on at 7.

We got in line, and about 2 minutes after we got to our seats, the lights went down, and the girls started to scream.  I couldn't, I thought, but I couldn't. Then they came out, I don't remember much of the show, like I thought I would.  I remember at one point I was saying something to Julia, and when I looked back up at John, he was looking at me.  I looked behind me to make sure it was me, and when I looked back up, he laughed and winked at me for being silly, I guess.  Other than that I just remembered having to go to the bathroom.  As soon as the show was over I darted away to find the nearest restroom.  I came to a door, and figured it must lead to the bathroom, so I went in.  No bathroom, I thought there was probably a bathroom somewhere in here, so I kept going.  Finally getting tired of looking I sat down on a bench, not really thinking, I started singing.

Yesterday, all my troubles seemed so far away
Now it looks as thought they're here to stay
Oh I believe in yesterday
Why she had to go I don't know, she wouldn't say
I said something wrong now I long for yesterday

At the end of the song, I heard clapping behind me. I was embarassed and afraid to turn around.

"That's a beautiful version of the song, " someone familiar said.

"Thanks," I said, still afraid to turn around. I had a feeling I knew who it was.

"My name's Paul, Paul McCartney," he said.

"I...I...I'm Jeanna," I said with a shaky voice. "Nice to meet you."

"How did you get back here?" he asked.

"Oh, I was looking for the ladies' room."

"Oh, here let me show you."

He took my hand and started pulling me with him. I was so afraid that my hand would be sweaty.

"So, did you see the show?" he asked me.

"Yeah, I won the tickets on the radio last week," I said.

He stopped all of the sudden.

"That's you!"

"Yes?" I said, afraid of what he was going to say.

"Me and the lads were just talking about you!" he said excitedly.

"You were?" I said, Oh my gosh, the Beatles were talking about me!!

"Yeah, you're even prettier than you sound!"

"Thank you!"

"Hey, we're having a party tommorrow night at the hotel, would you and your friends like to come?"

"Oh, yes, we'd love to!" I said.

"Ok, well here's the directions, be there at 7."

"OK, I'll see you tommorrow."


After this I ran all the way back to Julia, to tell her about what just happened.

"JULIA!!" I screamed.

"What, are you ok?"

"Yeah, guess where we're going tommorrow night!"

"Um, ok, where, you got me."

"To a party at The BEATLES' hotel room!!!"

"Ok. now tell me the truth." Julia said.

"Julia, that is the truth, I met Paul backstage and he was talking to me and he invited me to a pa......"

"Wait!" she interrupted. " YOU met PAUL!!!"  she couldn't believe I had actually met Paul.

"Yeah, so let's get outta here, we need sleep!"

  The next day, as we were getting ready for the party, the phone rang, and I knew who it was gonna be.

I was right. "Hi, Will," I said. "Guess where were going! To a party at The Beatles' hotel!!"

"WHAT?!" Will said. "We're going to a party at The Beatles' hotel."

"Fine, I hope you have a real good time." And with that, he hung up.

"Let's go!!" I said in a huff.

"What happened?" she asked.

"That was Will, he's mad because I'm going to this party."

"Oh, well let's get goin' then!"

When we arrived at the hotel, there were so many people outside screaming for The Beatles---it was crazy!

We let the valet park the car, and made our way up the steps.  All the girls shouting at us that they wouldn't let us in, until the doorman opened the door for us.  The girls were to say the least, pissed. We made our way to the top floor, to the penthouse suite. I raised my hand to knock, nervous as ever.

Little did we know what life altering events would take place in the next few days. 

We had no idea what was in store for us.

Part Two

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