Debbie's mother closed the window to try to stop the drone of screaming reaching their hotel room.
"These children never stop screaming." she chuckled at her husband who was sitting with his new camera, shining it.
Debbie kept on eating her breakfast which consisted of cornflakes and fruit. She didn't understand why they were people yelling outside their hotel.
"Get dressed, we're going to see the Beatles*." her father patted her back.
She looked at him confused and kept on eating. Her mother brushed her short light brown hair. She then took her to her room and got her warmly dressed.
"You're going with daddy, okay? I'll be there later." she kissed her.
"To where?" Debbie asked in a small voice.
"Central park, its a nice park, yeah?" her mother walked her to her father's awaiting hand.
"Come quick." he had his camera around his neck and a pen on his already scarlet ears.
Debbie walked to the car swiftly because it seemed where they were going was important.
Her father worked for London