The Beatles stopped in the doorway, a little surprised, but not very. Girls had gotten past security to see them before. Just this afternoon they had found a girl in their car boot, after all.
This girl, at least, wasn’t screaming, but looked at them with a pretty smile. Her fair-skinned face was made up like an actress’s and her shiny black hair fell to her shoulders before coming back up in a flip, held back by a red headband. She had on a red-and-blue dress that showed off her slender figure beautifully.
“There you are,” she said. “I’ve been waiting for you.” She spoke as though...