She might have a better chance with the goofy drummer, a short fellow with a prominent nose.

As far as Sharon is concerned, the most important thing in the history of the world is about to happen. The Beatles are headed her way. She got her first good look at the band on the Ed Sullivan Show, live from New York, last Sunday. Now a second Sullivan show, starring the Beatles, is scheduled at the Deauville hotel in Miami Beach in a few days.

The jet from New York is going to take off soon. Kids all over South Florida, feverish with Beatles Flu, leave obediently for school at 8 a.m. but instead bolt toward Miami International.

Sharon arrives with a friend at the airport early and sprints to the NationalAirlines Terminal. Marching outside, she stakes out a position on the observation deck and waits.

Hours drag by. Other kids show up. Soon there are thousands. And she has to pee. For a sight of the Beatles, and the possibility of making eye contact with Ringo, she defies her bladder.

At 3:50 p.m. the jet taxis to a stop directly in front of her. Kids stampede past hapless security guards in the terminal and mob the observation deck. Some even manage to escape security to reach the tarmac. It's exciting and scary.

Screaming erupts. Not normal screaming, mind you, "but high-pitched, hurt-your-ears screaming,'' Sharon later tells friends.

Ringo is the first Beatle to emerge, followed by the others. Ringo doesn't throw Sharon a kiss. The others don't make eye contact either. In