Hi again! *waves excitedly* Sooooo I know I said my next story would be called "She Came in Through the Bathroom Window," but Obscure Séance Rita and I had this great idea and we just HAD to write "Eight Days a Week!" So basically, we're switching off every other chapter and I'm writing about Stella and she's writing about Grace. The story takes place over eight days while The Beatles are in Miami Beach, Florida to be on The Ed Sullivan Show. Hope ya'll like et! Aaaaaan BEGIN!

Day One

Waves crashed on the sand as seagulls called overhead. The sun glared down on the hazy beach. It was a typical February day; humid and sunny, but a little warmer than usual. Stella and Grace were spending the afternoon at the beach. The two girls were lying on towels, tanning and listening to the radio.

As Grace sat up to adjust her towel, the radio began blaring "I Want to Hold You're Hand." She immediately stood up and started dancing to the number one song in America. Stella looked up at her in disgust.

"What are you doing?" she asked with contempt.

"Dancing," Grace answered simply. "I wanna hold your haaaaand!" She began singing and shaking her head in imitation of the famous mop-tops.

"Ugh! Stop!" Stella ordered as she covered her ears.

Grace sat back down on her towel. "Oh, you know you love them!" she said to Stella with an innocent smile.

"No, I do not! I hate them! H-A-T-E! Hate!" she said bluntly, looking up from her sunglasses. Grace looked away, knowing that furthering the conversation would only be dangerous. She began drawing careless shapes and swirls in the sand with her index finger. Stella sighed heavily as she relaxed again.

After a few moments of silence, Grace excitedly said, "Hey! You know what we should do?"

"What?" Stella replied, not looking at her.

"Let's go to the record store!" she answered as she started folding her towel.

"Why?" her friend whined.

"Cause. . .the beach is boring me! Come on, let's go!"

Stella refused at first, but eventually gave in. She stood up and gathered her things.

As they walked to the record store, Grace babbled on about The Beatles to a seemingly deaf Stella. Grace was under the impression that her friend truly wanted nothing to do with the popular band from England. However, Stella was secretly one of their biggest fans. She only pretended to dislike them to avoid following the crowd. Plus, she didn't want people thinking she was one of those girls who wept as the mere sight of The Fab Four. So she kept her true feelings hidden from everyone, even her best friend.

"And I'm just so excited for Sunday cause-"

"I KNOW, I KNOW! The Beatles! Ed Sullivan Show! Eight o'clock! I got it the first hundred times!" Stella interrupted exasperatedly.

Grace laughed at her friend's annoyance. "Well excuse me for being excited about THE BEATLES coming to our hometown of Miami Beach, Florida!"

Stella merely rolled her eyes at her friend as she walked into the record store. Grace headed straight for the section where The Beatles records were located. "I just have to buy their new album, 'Meet the Beatles!'" she exclaimed as she looked through the records.

"Have fun with that. . ." Stella said uninterested as she wandered over toward the older records, like Buddy Holly and Jerry Lee Lewis. She'd loved the music of the '50s; it was the music of her childhood.

She was absentmindedly flipping through records when she suddenly stopped. "Please Please Me," The Beatles first album, was staring her in the face. Someone must have misplaced it, she thought to herself. She couldn't help but smile back at the four boys on the cover. Her smile widened as her gaze fell on her favorite Beatle, Ringo Starr. Stella thought he was absolutely adorable, with his light blue eyes and his ring covered fingers. His nose was one of her favorite features too, even if everyone else thought it was too big. Her smile faded though, as she realized someone might catch her looking at them. Stella began walking away, trying to forget about the album. But she couldn't.

I'm gonna hate myself for this later on, she thought as she walked back to the out of place record. As she reached for it, her hand bumped into someone else's. Stella retracted her hand impulsively as she looked up at other hand's owner. It was a tall man, with a straggly brown beard and glasses. He was wearing a gray hat and a corduroy coat. Stella thought he looked rather peculiar.

"Uh, sorry," she apologized to the strange man.

"S' all right. You 'ave great taste in music, you 'ave!" he complimented with a smile. He had an unusual accent, like he was trying to sound American.

"Oh, thanks but. . ." Stella stopped to think. Where have I seen that smile before? "Do I know you from somewhere?" she asked him.

"Hmmm, I don't suppose so," The stranger said looking her up and down in her bathing suit. This didn't go unnoticed by Stella, though.

"Hey! Stop looking at me like that, you creep!" she scolded as she poked his chest with all her might. The man stepped back and chuckled. Even though she was quite short, Stella wasn't afraid to be tough.

The odd man's light brown eyes seemed to twinkle as he smiled at her. Suddenly Stella had a revelation. "Oh my goodness! You're John Le-" she began to yell, but was cut off. John had covered her mouth with his hand.

"SHHHH! Don't be yellin' things like that!" he whispered looking around making sure no one had heard her.

Stella was in awe. John Lennon's hand was touching her face. Her large brown eyes were wide with amazement.

"If I take my hand off, will you promise to keep yer mouth shut?" he asked her, looking serious. She nodded in response.

As soon as he removed his hand from her mouth, John grabbed her hand with his and led her out of the store. Stella was still in so much shock that she didn't even ask him where he was taking her. All she knew was it was going to be even more difficult to keep her secret. Now that she'd just met the John Lennon of The Beatles, things were going to be very different.

Aaaaaaaan END! Hahahaha Did ya like it? Review if ya did! Or if ya didn't! Doesn't matter to me! I just like getting email! So, till next time XOXOXO