So now, cut back to the stage door. The sticker on my coat was all it took for the girls to start a conversation with me in the way that Beatle people do with each other, and soon we were fast friends meeting at the theatre every Saturday to see Jane and Victor arrive before the matinee.
When the show closed about a month later, the four of us continued to meet for brunch on those Saturdays at the Lexington Candy Shop, an old-fashioned luncheonette that Paul had frequented in the Stanhope neighborhood. After that, we'd go to a movie or a museum or something fun in the city just to hang out together. The more time I spent with them, the more Beatle adventure stories I heard. At the tender age of 12, I tried to imagine what it would be like to find myself standing in front of the love of my life and all time favorite famous person. Paul was someone I thought I'd never be face to face with, and the idea of breathing the same rarified air was....Wow.
And then there were the photographs.
They had pictures with Paul. Lots of them. At his home, at Abbey Road, in Scotland, in New York. I was stunned. These girls were superstars to me, and they assured me that the next time Paul was in NY, I would meet him. I couldn't believe it, but they seemed very confident that a "close encounter" of my own was in my future. It didn't happen until March of 1974, but true to their word, it did happen.