Six Months Later

It had been quite some time since I hadn't seen John Lennon, or any of the guys for that matter. It had really let me focus on work, a social life, and to be honest, a love life. And to be honest, I was happy.

It wasn't until Six months later, that things took a huge turn.

August 12, 1964

I was in bed late that evening as I watched the news when I saw them. I felt my stomach get a nervous pain as they appeared on screen, singing.

The fab four are returning to America this month, planning a US tour, starting in San Francisco and hopefully ending in New York. Further details will be announced later in the week. All we know is, Beatlemania is definitly not coming to an end anytime soon.

I groaned and sunk down in my bed.

"I must be the only woman on earth that doesn't want them anywhere near me." I said to myself.

This was trouble for me. What if Andrew wants me to go with them? I mean I'd definitly been working my ass off these past few months thanks to him. He's been a great friend and to be honest, occasional lover. But we decided to call it quits since the idea of having sex with each other would just end with us ending our friendship and probably working abilities around each other.

I grabbed a small bottle of vodka, opened the lid and decided to drink myself to sleep.

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The next morning, I found myself walking into work late with a raging hangover. I sat at my desk, trying to avoid any sounds when Andrew came in with a huge grin on his face.

"What's got you excited? Have a morning sex romp in your office with Janice?" I asked sarcastically.

"You know one day im goin to marry her just to spite you. No um I actually have something for you." He smiled.

"As long as it's very quiet and will let me sleep." I groaned.

"Lucy why the hangover?"

"Well, I was watching the news and guess what? They're back."

"Ah you saw already. Whelp I promised you I wouldn't let you go through all that again. But.."

"No. No no no buts Andrew."

"Come on Lucy. A trip to California sounds nice."

"Yeah it does. Alone with nobody to bother you. No loads of screaming girls, moving constantly, flashing camera lights."

"All I ask is you tour with them. It's just a month long. And look, you'll end here in New York! Things will be fine."

I sighed. "I don't know. I mean at what cost?"

He smiled. "I'm glad you asked."

He handed me an envelope and sat back in his seat watching me as I opened it and looked at the check. My eyes widened.

"Holy Shit!" I yelled throwing it on the table. "I've never seen that much money in my life!"

"I know. Isn't it great? Come on Luce, do this. I know for a fact you need the money. You're my first choice for this assignment. Everything is paid for, plane tickets, hotel stay, anything you buy will be put on a bill."

I looked at his hopeful eyes and nodded. "Fine. But one thing goes wrong and i'm high tailing it back here. Done or not."

"Fine. That's alright with me. As long as you get something out there. Thanks Luce. You're such a trooper." He smiled and leaned over, kissing my cheek.

"And I think I know something we can do to celebrate and help with that hangover."

"Waffles and booze??" I asked smiling.

"Already on its way." He smiled. As I clapped my hands happily.

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