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 sejak a red headband. She had on a red-and-blue dress that showed off her slender figure beautifully.
“There anda are,” she said. “I’ve been waiting for you.” She spoke as though...

“Nice girls, these peminat-peminat of ours,” berkata Paul. “But...”
“Good of them to tunjuk us they care and all,” Ringo agreed. “But...”
“And they buy all our records,” George reminded them. “We’d be in trouble without them. But sometimes I think they’re going to wind up smothering us if they keep this up.”
As one, the four boys nodded.
They were lounging around their hotel room, their suit jackets and ties hung up on the backs of chairs and light fixtures and similar, and the Beatles themselves were reclining on the sofa, kerusi panjang and the rug and the bench for the Piano that came with their...