"Brilliant boys! I think that's the one." George Martin spoke to the boys from the mixing room where I was sat with my uncle waiting to be put to work.

"I think we did it this time boys." John spoke into the microphone in a high girly voice.

"Yeah." Paul agreed in a low voice while doing an American accent.

"Was the guitar bit okay?" George asked their producer seemingly unsure of himself.

"I thought it was rather splendid." John replied speaking with the Queen's English.

Paul began to imitate a higher end Londoner with a snobby laugh making the rest of them join in, until what they were saying was almost incomprehensible. I watched in amusement, it was like television without commercials.

"-okay, A Hard Day's Night, take one." Mr. Martin said after finally getting them focused again.

I looked over to my uncle who was gazing down at the boys with great concern, a slight sweat beginning to break out on his forehead from stress.

As their manager Brian was always on edge because of the boys personalities and always trying to be prepared for what they'd do next, they were an unpredictable group, but that was part of the thrill.

In the mixing booth there was only George Martin, their engineer Norman Smith, Brian, and I. Brian said he didn't always sit in on their recording sessions but whenever he didn't have other engagements he would listen in.

Pattie had left the studio before they had begun, the boys had a rule that their girlfriends and wives weren't allowed in the studio. I wasn't completely opposed to it, Pattie and I didn't seem like we would get it on all that well.

"When I get home to you, I find the things that you do-oh Crap-will make feel o-oh-kay." John began to giggle after having a voice crack while singing "I find the things that you do".

"You know I work all day, to get you money, to buy you things." John spoke like an announcer continuing to play making them all crack up.

"Oh yes he does girl, but money can't buy him love." Paul sang coarsely making everyone laugh.

"Is it always this," I began to ask as I looked over to my uncle with a bright expression.

"Difficult? Foolish?" He asked rubbing his forehead.

"I was going to say fun." I laughed at the exhausted look on Brian's face.

"Yeah, fun." He nodded unimpressed.

I remained quiet throughout the recording watching them intently, my thoughts of my father in the back of my mind gnawing at my conscious. It became more and more apparent as time went on, was he waiting for a call? I doubt he was, I just couldn't shake the feeling.

"I'm, going to the bathroom." I explained myself before standing up and grabbing the purse I had brought with me and slinging it over my shoulder.

Brian nodded as I left out the mixing room doors and into the hallway, weaving through various hallways until I found the front receptionist desk.

"May I use your telephone?" I asked the young brown haired receptionist who seemed to be not much older than myself.

"Of course." She beamed.

I fished out the crumpled business card from my jacket pocket and dialled the number after the receptionist had given the telephone to me. I waited anxiously for him to pick up, my stomach was knotted uncomfortably and I was conflicted whether I should be angry or glad I was about to talk to my father again.

"Hello, Green Law Firm, how may I help you?" A woman who I assumed to be his receptionist asked.

"Yes, hello, I'd like to speak to Frank Green please." I bit my lower lip. It still wasn't too late to hang up, a voice in the back of my mind reminded me.

"I'm sorry, he's very busy right now." She spoke monotonously.

"I'm his daughter, Penelope Epstein, could you please just ask him if he could schedule me in?" I asked almost desperately, catching my own tone and becoming disgusted with myself.

"Penelope? Mr. Green only has one daughter and her name is Caroline." She took a confused tone.

My jaw dropped as I released the telephone from my hand. It crashed to the floor with a thud, almost taking the rest of the set down with it. I gulped feeling lightheaded.

I had a sister? Had my father remarried?

"Hello?" I heard the woman at the other end of the telephone ask.

I picked the phone up by the chord.

"Um, never mind, forget I called." I blurted slamming the telephone down hanging up.

"Thank you." I squeaked to the front receptionist and turned to walk back to the studio. I felt sick, I couldn't deal with this, not now.

"Poppy?" Paul asked brightly as he saw me, the three others walking close behind him.

"Oh, hello boys." I smiled shoving the business card back down in my pocket and rubbed my sweaty palms on my denim pants.

I saw out of the corner of my eye George watching my actions with concern.

"We were about to go out for lunch break, want to join?" John asked wiggling his eyebrows. I almost laughed thinking of his son doing the same thing days earlier.

"Sure, but I better tell my uncle," I smiled in need of a good distraction.

"Oh Mrs. Receptionisttt." Ringo sang slightly out of key.

"I'm on it." The receptionist rose to get up.

"Great, lets go." John clapped his hands together, motioning for me to start walking.

We walked outside and I tried to push the thoughts of my father out of my mind, hoping going out for lunch and getting some fresh air could put my stress on pause.

"I feel like we haven't been in the recording studio in ages." Paul remarked to no one in particular as we walked.

"How could we, we're constantly touring, or shooting a movie." John spoke with slight bitterness.

"Yeah, me drums had dust on them because of all the time away from the studio. Blooming Dust." Ringo shuddered.

"I take it you lads prefer the studio?" I smiled at Ringo's horrified expression as he thought about it.

"We get tossed around from place to place all the time touring. I sometimes forget what day it is." George spoke with a sigh.

"You do?" I asked with an amused grin. I felt slight giddiness watching him smile back at me although I tried really heard not to. Pattie came to mind suddenly and her annoyance towards me.

"What day is it?" George creased his eyebrows.

"It's Tuesday." Paul responded.

"Oh, it's Tuesday." George smiled over to me before looking back in front of him.

"Ah, there she is." John grinned once he saw the sign for the pub we were eating lunch at.

We all walked into the restaurant, getting immediately placed at a table after the hostess recognized the boys as the Beatles. We sat in a round booth with John across from me, then Ringo, George and Paul around the table until finally I was across from John.

"I've never seen someone so star struck in my life." I smiled watching as the hostess hopped away giddily to talk to gush to her work friends who were also staring at us.

"You should've seen Ringo when he met Cassius Clay then." George chuckled as he looked beside him to Ringo grinning.

"I sparred with him," Ringo winked and held a thumbs up to me.

"I won." He nodded sitting back nonchalantly making me begin to giggle slightly.

"Whatever gets you through the night Ringo." John nodded sarcastically looking at the menu.

Ringo rolled his eyes playfully and looked down at his menu.

"I heard about yesterday." Paul whispered lowly to me underneath the boys conversation leaning in closely to my ear.

My heart dropped as I turned to look into his eyes.

"What did you hear?" I asked defensively making confusion wash over his features.

"You and George spent time together." Paul replied slowly with his eyebrows furrowed. My eyes shifted over to George to make sure he hadn't heard anything, seeing him scanning over the menu intently.

"Oh, right." I shook my head trying to calm down my pounding heartbeat. So much for getting yesterday out of mind. I began to think of my father again and I began biting my fingernail, looking away from Paul.

"Isn't it good news? You seemed pretty upset the other day when you arrived after George hadn't talked to you." Paul spoke carefully to make sure George couldn't hear beside him. I looked back up to his face, noticing how close he was.

I gulped remembering what I had confessed to Paul in my drunken state. I was still trying not to feel something whenever I thought about George, I still needed time.

"Yeah, it's great, although I don't think Pattie likes me." I spoke frowning slightly as I whispered back still keeping an eye on George.

Paul mirror my expression before John cleared his throat loudly.

"Kiss already." He smirked playfully.

"He has a girlfriend John, he's like a brother to me." I glared at him and scoffed.

"Oh don't get like that I'm only teasing ye'." John smiled innocently.

I rolled my eyes.

"That reminds me. Janie asked if you and the other girls wanted to go out sometime soon. She's sorry she hasn't seen you yet, with her filming and all." Paul smiled.

"Oh that's alright, I'd love to." I smiled.

"Alright, I'll let her know." Paul smiled charmingly.

"If you girl are going to get your nails done, Ringo needs to join in." John poked fun at Ringo as he peeked over at Ringo's nails seeing hand was placed on the table.

Ringo quickly retracted his hand from John's sight and scowled.

"Now I know why he wears the rings, to distract from those hideous fingernails." John said in a sassy voice making me begin to roar with laughter.
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After we had eaten we started to walk back onto the streets to the studio, until we began to hear some girls whispering to one another behind us, seeming to get nearer making us all nervous.

The boys had taken the risk of going out without disguises because they hadn't expected to see any teens around today, and they usually weren't recognized as often by parents.

"You you think they've noticed us?" Ringo asked grimacing as he looked back.

"Ringo?!" One girl shouted to her friend in shock. Ringo's eyes widened as he looked forward again.

"Now they have." George responded flatly looking at Ringo with disapproval.

"Run!" John shouted looking back.

We all began to sprint for the studio as fast as we could. I looked back to see the group had accumulated some members and they were screaming out for the boys. They weren't that close to us yet, but I knew soon they would be.

George glanced back at me as I started to fall behind them. I sprinted even faster to catch up but I suddenly felt my throat begin to tighten.

"Not now." I wheezed to myself.

I started gasping for air breathlessly, clutching into my throat. George looked back to me once again as I began to feel like no oxygen was reaching parts of my body, I continued to run despite my now weak body telling me I needed to stop.

"Guys." George called wearily making the others look back to us.

"Oh no." Paul gasped.

As I began to stop running and almost fall I felt a pair of arms pick me up and cradle me.

I forced my eyes open and saw a blurry glimpse of George's face.

"Stay awake please Poppy." George looked down at me with fear in his eyes.

I tried to smile but coughed and wheezed.

"An alley!" John pointed out sounding frantic.

A few moments later I felt myself being put down softly up against a brick wall. I heard the boys panic as I was wheezing deeply for air, in a panicked state feeling no oxygen in my lungs.

When I opened my eyes everything was blurry and spinning so I closed them again tightly, clutching onto my throat. I couldn't even move, speak or think, I felt helpless.

"Her puffer is always in her purse." George stated calmly above the other's panic grabbing the bag off my arm and rummaging through it quickly.

My eyes were just barley open as I saw George put the puffer to my lips.

"Come on Poppy." George nodded to me, his voice trembling slightly.

He pressed down and I inhaled the medicine, feeling tears in my eyes with relief.

I wheezed a few more times until I felt myself being able to take deep breaths again. I reached up to where George held my puffer and inhaled it once again.

I let out a shaky breath and opened my eyes completely. I saw George kneeled beside me and Paul, John and Ringo on my other side as we were in a dark alley behind a dumpster, seemingly having lost the group of girls.

"God, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." I spoke shakily, wiping my hands down my face.

George smiled down at me seeming slightly emotional. I was still trembling as I sat limply on the ground.

This just didn't seem to be my day.