"Oh, wait a minute lads, what about Alice?" Paul said, as they all turned around to face me. "Oh yes, I have the tickets right here. Alice, go to the front of this building around the corner, and give the security man your ticket. You'll have to watch the show, and then meet us back here right afterwards. Do you understand?" Brian told me. I nodded my head. "Great. We'll see you after the show." Brian replied to my nod. I watched them as they went into the door that said "Exit". I saw Paul turn around before he entered the door.

"Wish me luck." Paul said, winking at me. "Good luck, handsome." I said, giggling. Paul smiled and entered the door. I turned around and starting walking towards the front of the building. It was actually quite a long walk to the other side. Maybe it was because the building was rather huge.

I finally reached the security man. "Here to see The Beatles?" he asked with a deep, manly tone. I nodded and handed him my ticket. He checked it, and nodded to let me in. 

I walked in the doors to find a huge room with lots of chairs (like the ones at movie theaters) and hundreds of screaming, crazy girls. I covered my ears, and looked down at my ticket to see what seat I was. "Seat 2 Row 1." I said to myself. I looked around and went down the aile of girls and and saw empty seat. In the front row. Yes, I get to see The Beatles, live in concert, in the FRONT ROW.

I put on the hugest smile on my face. I mean, the first row wasn't that close to the boys. But hey, I get to sleep in the same room with them. I'll be just fine.

I sat myself down on my seat. Oh my gosh, the girls are screaming even before the concert even starts, I said to myself. I thought these girls were seriously going nuts. And no of them even knew that I practically lived with them. 

Finally, a man came from behind stage to the front of the stage. "Ladies and gentleman, they are very sorry they are late, but may we introduce to you, The Beatles!" the man shouted in the microphone. Hundreds and hundreds of girls screaming. The girls next to me were jumping out of their seats, and crying like animals.

Then, I saw the boys come onto the stage with their instruments. Their were even drums set up in the back of them, for Ringo. John, Paul, and George walked over to their microphones. "Yes, we are terribly sorry we are late. We had some trouble getting here. But uh-Good evening? How do you do?" Paul said as the girls screamed even louder. I laughed quietly to myself. I guess I never really understood how bad Beatle Mania actually was. 

I saw Paul look down at me and smile. I shook my head and laughed. "Very good, well this song we are about to sing was our on our last album before A Hard Day's Night. And it's called All My Loving."  Paul said with a smile on his precious face. They immediatly started playing All My Loving. 

"Close your eyes, and I'll kiss you," Paul sang in his high toned voice,"Tomorrow I'll miss you. Remember that I'll always be true." I couldn't help but to tap my feet to the rhythm. I loved this song. 

The rest of the concert went really well. The boys sang Till There Was You, And I Love Her, Please Please Me, A Hard Day's Night, She Loves You and a bunch of other great songs. I have to admit, I really enjoyed myself. Paul would give me a little wink here and there, which made me blush a lot, John would make silly jokes, and George would do an Elvis leg. It was really wonderful.

After the concert, I got up and followed the rest of the girls out of the building doors. They were all still crying and screaming, even after the concert was over. I thought they all had gone completely mad.

I quickly went out the doors and ran to the other side of the building, where I saw the boys laughing and sweating. "Alice! What did you think?" Ringo said, being full of himself. I rolled my eyes and playfully hit his shoulder. "It was great, guys." I said, making eye contact with Paul. "Come on, lads. Before the girls find our hiding spot." the driver of our car said. We all got into the same black Cadillac in the same order, and buckled our seat belts. "Everyone ready?" said the driver. We all said yes and drove off.

As usual, I looked out my window the whole time. I crinkled my nose to the stench of the boy's sweat. They smelled like dirty, working boys. Just because they were The Beatles, didn't mean that they couldn't stink.

I just wanted to get to the hotel already. I was already so tired, even though it was only like 4 o'clock. But then I remembered my mother. What if she's worried about me? What if there are police looking for me? These thoughts filled my brain. I was seriously worried out of my mind. I knew I had to find a way to get home, I just didn't know how. The only thing I could think of was going to the thrift store and seeing if it's still there in 1964. I wasn't that sure of it, though. 

Maybe the boys could help me, I thought to myself, or they could just think I'm crazy. But maybe-just maybe- they would believe me.