The movie was funny, engaging and full of wonderful songs of course, Brian was so proud as he walked the lads off to the after-party.

After the chaos of fans outside the theatre, the ovation at the end of the movie more than made up for the craziness. How the movie highlighted and showcased the mayhem and momentum of the Beatles juggernaut was a wonderful feat.

Champagne flowed, loads of toasts were made and then dancing spun the dials on the clock towards midnight quickly, too quickly, after more dancing with all the lads, I was again sitting with the girls chatting and we all watched the never ceasing river of gowns twirl the dance floor as we rested our tired feet.

More champagne was poured into flutes of crystal and scattered around the table, I felt so light headed and free, the cheeky words we giggled was more than enough to know we all imbibed freely.

Jane hopped up to use the ladies along with Maureen. The crowded dance floor making it hard to navigate the room.

"I really think you need an Oscar, Pattie" I smirked at the laugh that bubbled from her lips as I spoke, George leaned over kissing her lips softly, proudly.

"For the movie, you're even crazier than George. He said I should take up cooking" Everyone knew Pattie was not able to boil an egg.

"No Pats, not for the movie, for this" I circled my face and pointed top to toe of myself, then smiled as she bit her lip and cried out in the negative.

"No! don't be silly Abigail" Pattie laughed "You're so silly sweet pea, I only dabbed a bit of lip gloss and eyeshadow on you. Gosh trust me, you rock that frock super great"

The rock and frock rhyme hit us both and we fell about giggling, I should cut the champs pronto! But we didn't, we all had another one or two.

"You know" George scratched his chin "Richard spilt a bottle of aftershave on the cat the other day"

Nothing, no other words came out, the randomness of his sentence had Pattie and I dying of the giggles as Maureen settled back into the seat across from me. Watching us with bemusement.

Richard, rolled his eyes."Porridge it was porridge George" 

More randomness and Pattie and I were gone again wiping our eyes of tears of laughter after stopping the giggles erupting.

I finally realised Paul was chewing his nail beside me.... badly.

After the baptism of fire living with Paul, I had now a firm grip on all his moods, vices and nasty habits. 

I tapped his hand, having threatened to paint his nails bright red if I caught him chewing them again. The offending appendage was tucked under his arm quickly.

The chewing could only have been brought about by tonight's countdown clock of Jane's.

I sobered up as best I could for him.

"You didn't know did you" I nodded towards Jane across the room, she was easy to spot. Her red hair piled up in an elegant bun atop her head, she was waylaid on her way back from the restroom, now she stood hugging Richard Lester, the producer of tonight's movie. Schmoozing?

"She's leaving tonight!!! She..... Fucking Hell Abbs, she only just got here" He was livid and the few drinks he had tossed back earlier would raise to meet any new ones quickly and a drunk sad Paul would not be pretty.

"You know she has the movie to do" I tried to calm him patting his forearm by stating the obvious but it wasn't helping.

"She has been here for a total of 3 days in the last 4 weeks and 2 of those were spent with media conducting interviews. She just doesn't care"

"She is on roll, you of all people should understand" I cringed for a moment waiting for the fireworks before Paul's defeated face suddenly softened. His eyes searching mine.

Suddenly he was up, standing over me; a very very suave handsome man in a superbly fitted tux. Pulling me up and off the seat he was then leading me toward the bar. One thing on his mind "Drink Abbs?"

I joined him, how could I say no.