The small army of Beatles fan formed a strong double line in front of Paul’s front door, blocking the entrance and shielding the Beatles within. Hazel, of course, was front and centre, with Jeremy on one side of her and Candice on the other. Hazel’s cuore pounded in her chest. Now the moment had come, she was filled with a sudden fear, but she was determined not to let it show.
“Go away!” she said, her voice strong and commanding, and hardly shaking at all. “We won’t let te get John. You’ll have to get past all of us first, and then...” But here she stopped, knowing that if...
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