I walked up the small flight of stairs and down the short hallway to my room. I opened the door and sat down on my bed and picked up the phone and dialed Meg's number. "Hello?" I heard her say. "Hi there." I said. "Did you want to do something tonight?" "Of course!" Meg said excitedly. "I'll pick you up. We can go new boy shopping." I laughed and said, "Ok, what time?" "Uh, let's say six thirty?" I looked at my watch, it now said five thirty. "Sure! sounds like a plan!" "All right! See you then!" "Bye" I said "Bye" So, this gave me about an hour and a half to get ready. I took a shower, shaved my legs (because you never know what might go on when boy watching...), and did my makup in the bathroom. This whole process took about a half an hour, to forty minutes. I walked back to my room in my towel at about, six-ish. I had this sudden urge to turn on The Beatles really loud. So, I whipped out I Wanna Hold Your Hand- and stuck it on my record player. I could hear some laughing downstairs, so I assumed the guests were here. "Oh great" I thought. "I just can't wait to meet them.". I stood in front of my mirror, still in my towel, and acted out what I was going to say. "Hello Sir. I am Julia. Its a pleasure to meet you." I pretended there was someone shaking my hand. Sometimes I wonder what posesses me to do such weird things. I rolled my eyes and looked at the clock. It was six twenty! I still had to get dressed and do my hair! I ran to my closet and threw open the doors. I tossed out a tweed miniskirt, an orange cardigan sweater and a pair of pink panties. I got dressed in a hurry. I didn't find a bra because I was pretty sure, no one was going to see me walking from my room to the bathroom- and if anyone did, it would be Maggie. I quick put my hair in two pigtails and looked at my watch. I still had about eight minuts to spare. About ten if Meg was late, which she usually was. This relieved me a bit. I could still hear I Wanna Hold Your Hand playing in my room, so as I attempted to curl my pigtails, I decided to sing. I just couldn't hold myself back! I was still in a bit of a hurry, and I needed my bra. "I CAN'T HIDE, I CAN'T HIDE, I CAN'T HIDE!!!!!! HEY MAGGIE?" I yelled as I turned the door knob, praying that my parents and the guests wouldn't hear me I said, "Have you seen my pink bra? You know, the one with the pink....." I started. I was already half way out the door when I saw who was in front of me. "OH MY GOD!" I yelled, as I covered my mouth and ran back in the bathroom and slammed the door but not in time to avoid seeing Paul McCartney turn bright red and walk towards the guest bedroom. My heart was pounding so hard I thought it was going to jump right out of my chest. I was leaning on the door, breathing hard as I turned to look at myself in the mirror. My cheeks were so red it looked like someone had thrown paint on me! Suddenly, i heard the horn honk from the driveway. "Shit" I said under my breath as I looked through the clothes hamper to find a bra. I quickly put one on and ran out of the bathroom and down the stairs to talk to Meg. As I ran down the stairs, two thoughts ran across my mind. "Was that really PAUL?" and "What am I going to tell Meg?!?" I bolted out the front door with no coat on or anthing. I went up to the driver's side window and told Meg to roll it down. "Hi." I said shaking and a bit out of breath. "Hi?" She said in a bit of a confused voice. "Ok, I'm really, really, really sorry Meg, but something just came up, and I can't do anything tonight." "Wh...what? Why?" Meg said in a tone that was a bit more sad. "I'm sorry Meg, I'll try to call you later, ok?" I said in a hurry, because I was cold and wanted to actually find out if I was having a crazy dream- or nightmare because i had just yelled to my little sister about my underwear in front of the Paul McCartney. "Ok... ok... is everything all right?" She asked a little concerned. "Yea, yea, everything is fine- I'll explain it later. I gotta go." "Ok, call me soon, ok?" "I will." I said. And with that, she rolled up the window and backed out of the driveway. I walked up to the screen door and expecting the real door to be open because I had left it open, I almost smashed into it. I tried the knob, but it was locked. "Shit! They thought I left!" I said, shiverring because my hair was still wet and I had no coat. I rang the doorbell. And while I was waiting for someone to come answer the door, I convinced myself that I hadn't seen Paul McCartney, I saw someone else. (Which is just as embarassing, talking about your bras in front of a stranger, but still.) That is until someone who I wasn't expecting, opened the door. "No wild parties for you tonight?" I heard someone say in an all too familiar Liverpudlian accent. I froze. Then slowly looked up. I saw a young man with the biggest smirk on his face. My jaw dropped, and suddnely I had had gone from freezing cold, to burning hot. I was not having a dream, it was not my imagination. "I, er... um... n...no..." I managed to get out as John held the door for me. "Darn," he said. "Your little sister Maggie said we would have so much fun with out you." I looked up, a bit confused and sort of scared,but saw John had the biggest smile on his face. I started to smile, and laugh a little. (See? I'm not so uptight, am I?) That is, until I saw Maggie standing behind him at the top of the stairs. She normally stands here when she's eavesdropping, which I don't mind, but this time, my heart literally stopped. You will not believe what she was swinging around her finger. My pink bra. I gasped and my eyes got wide. John turned around to see what the big deal was. Maggie put the bra behind her back and smiled. John looked like he knew what was going on, and smiled slyly. I smiled a bit- or at least tried to. I couldn't believe this was happening to me. A truly living nightmare. I had made a fool of myself in front of two of our guests already and I had me them for about five minutes. And even worse, it was John Lennon and Paul McCartney.
