Twist and Shout (Choose Your Own Adventure)

Chapter Eighteen

You point to the red car, indicating that it's the right one.

Only you're not completely sure it is the right one.

You stride over, fling open the back door, and jump in. The lads pile in after you. It's a bit of a squash in the back seat but you don't mind - it's an excuse to literally rub elbows with The Beatles. You're squeezed between John and Paul with barely any room to breathe.

"Excuse me, sir," you say to the driver.

He turns to look at you, his beady black eyes glittering. He's quite young, only about twenty-four or five, and he's very attractive. His flicks his long blond fringe out of his eyes and smiles radiantly at you and the lads. He doesn't say anything.

"Is this the car that's going to the studio?" you ask, cheeks flushed pink.

He doesn't respond. He just keeps smiling.

You try again. "Is this the car that's going to the television studio?"

The driver looks at you sideways, his mouth skewed in a question mark. John is getting impatient by this time. He hates being late for anything important, and, to him, a television appearance is extremely important. He glares at the driver.

"Is this car going to the TV studio or not?" he asks sharply, arms folded across his chest.

"Je vous demande pardon, monsieur?" says the driver, a heavy French accent present in his voice.

John blinks at him. "You what?"

"Je vous demande pardon, monsieur?" the driver repeats. He looks genuinely baffled.

You realize what's happened. This isn't the right car; it's the private vehicle of a French speaking foreigner. You feel your cheeks turning scarlet as the lads turn to look at you - even the driver is staring, a confused look on his pale face. 

You frantically glance out of the window. The other cars have disappeared.

You and the band have been left behind in the cherry-red car of a Frenchman.

THE END

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