"Just go George! Go now, go on you bloody idiot, go" Gabrielle crossed her arms and pointed to the open door where the sun was pouring in across the front foyer. A suitcase was unzipped and George’s guitar and amp sat were sitting on top of each other looking ready to go unlike Geogre.
"I’m going… just let me… just…" he rummaged haphazardly through the suitcase, looking for something.
"George!" Paul ducked his head out the window of the taxi to yell at George "We’re going to miss the sodding train hurry up"
"I’m coming Paul" George muttered, still shoving things in and out of the small suitcase.
"Go… go now… go now George!" Gabrielle dropped down on her knees and started shoving all the things Gorge was ripping out.
Paul kept on screaming and eventually realized he wasn’t being heard. He leaned over the seat and the taxi driver and leaned heavily on the horn "You! Bloody! Get! Out! Here! Or! We! Leave! You!" he accentuated each word with a loud blare from the horn.
Unfortunately sitting on a middle aged liverpudlian taxi driver is not the best idea at five o’clock in the morning. Paul divided his efforts between arguing at the driver and yelling at George.
John thought it was a marvelous time to start signing "My bonnie lies over the ocean" as loud as he could, yet not loud enough to drown out everyone else it seemed. Pete Best who had only recently joined their merry troupe (also recently renamed the Silver Beatles at that) climbed out of the car and lit up a smoke.
Gabrielle managed to help George zip his case up and grabbed his guitar, throwing it in the cab with the rest of the equipment and then opening the door. George and Pete climbed in and John leaned over all of them "Oi, wanna hop in Gab?" he asked grinning "There’s enough room"
She glanced at Pete and George, trapped under John and Paul, and Stuart in the front "Er… I think I’ll pass"
"Right" John nodded and patted the Driver’s seat "Drive on then"
And the taxi left, leaving Gabrielle standing there on the sidewalk unsure of what to do with herself. As she saw it she had one of two choices, go back to sleep or go sit in her room and read. Oh it was going to be so much fun with the Beatles gone; she could see it now. She turned to go back into her house, not bothering with being quiet after all that noise.
Anyway in two years a lot can happen to you. The Quarry Men got a set-in-stone line up that consisted of John, Paul, George, Stu and Pete. Although more often then not Pete would either be too pissed or too busy pulling a bird to even play. Then they’d changed their names from the Quarry Men to the Silver Beatles at the suggestion of some promoter they met sometime ago.
They were still playing the Liverpool club circuit a few months ago, but then the next thing you know they were off to Hamburg like everyone else. Gerry and his Pacemakers had left for Hamburg in January followed by Rory Storm and the Hurricanes not long afterwards. Frankly, from what she’d herd of Hamburg it was rather nice until you got to the Reperbahn where all the music and clubs and prostitutes were.
Gabrielle climbed up the steps to her house, thinking back to a conversation George and she had had a few nights ago sitting on his bed. He was so excited, talking about how they were going to play a posh club called the "Indra" and everything. He seemed to get excited over everything now-a-days.
"Gabrielle?" her mother appeared last the foot of the stairs in curlers "What on earth is goin on luv?" she looked bewildered and shook her head going back upstairs muttering "Honestly, those boys…"
Gabrielle sighed and kicked the door shut behind her. That was when she noticed the envelope sitting on the small table next to the front door. It had "Gabrielle" written in what was obviously George’s best handwriting. It probably took him hours just to make her name legible, she thought picking it up and stuffing it in her pocket for later.