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Post by me on Apr 3, 2005 4:54:36 GMT -5
I think it's really good. keep it going.
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Post by Starkey. on Apr 4, 2005 0:20:29 GMT -5
Its Sad but Its funny at the same time so....  ... ;D I love it. |
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Post by White Rabbit on Apr 4, 2005 18:00:19 GMT -5
Thank you, Starkey_Lane, Rivella
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Post by beatles_live_on on Apr 4, 2005 18:06:25 GMT -5
it's so amazing...please keep writing. i've been eating cornflakes ever since i read this  |
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Post by Starkey. on Apr 4, 2005 21:02:35 GMT -5
I think Im allergic to Cornflakes.
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Post by White Rabbit on Apr 5, 2005 17:49:05 GMT -5
I think Im allergic to Cornflakes. I'm sorry. My mom refuses to buy cornflakes... says that I won't eat them... I'd make her buy oranges, but they're out of season... they're the best during winter. |
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Post by White Rabbit on Apr 5, 2005 17:52:20 GMT -5
Part 3 foreword: I know that Paul McCartney wrote this song after everything had happened. Just be imaginative, okay? Please? And I have no idea where the funeral takes place, its just there. On a hill. In my imagination. Okay, back to the story.
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Paul quickly scribbled the last few words of the song. 'There,' He though to himself. 'finished. I'll go over it with the boys in a few minutes.'
The congregation stood solemnly on the hillside. Alive members of John's family said a few things about John, memories both funny and sad. Paul wasn't paying attention. Well, that wasn't true, half of his brain was, the other half was conjuring a plan.
Over the years, the Beatles had formed a way of telling the others that they wanted out. Whether it was the after part of a press conference, a bad club, or something as solemn as a funeral, they always used it. First, the person who wanted to leave first would try to catch another Beatles' eye. If that worked, the first person would jerk their head back, signifying that they wanted to leave. If they couldn't catch their eye, the first person would try another Beatle, or the same one later. If the second Beatles got the message, they would pass it on to another and so forth, until they would all magically wind up before each other in the entrance or behind the building. They kept a promise that they would always kept an eye out for the signal and never tell anyone else, not even girlfriends or wives.
So Paul started it. At the moment, it seemed incredible rude to leave during his best friend's funeral, but afterwards, Paul wanted out of there. He couldn't be around all those solemn people anymore. He caught Ringo's eye and jerked his head back. Ringo got the signal. He stares at Paul, as it to say, "Now!? Paul nodded. You could tell what Ringo was thinking by the expression on his face.'Hmm,he has a point, this is awfully boring and uncomfortable, not to mention making me depressed. Okay, I'll go." Ringo nodded back. He leaned back behind Barbara reached over her backand tapped George on the shoulder. He gave him the signal and George nodded back without a second nod.
"I have to go to the bathroom." They all told their wives.
They met at the bottom of the hill.
"So what did you want?" George asked, sitting on the dead grass.
"I need to show you the song I've been writing for John. You know, prepare, so it isn't completely new to us when we perform it. Here it is. I already have a tune for it." He showed them the lyrics to the song and sang it softly, tracing the words on the paper as he sang them.
"That's great, Paulie," Ringo said. "Is there a percussion part?"
"No, mate, sorry. Just sing along in the background, an echo or something."
"You made me lug all my drums here though!"
"Oh, you'll you them. Just not in this song. Anyways, you brought his guitar," he said to George. "You'll have to figure out some tabs for the lyrics."
"Easy enough," George said simply. "You'll have to sing it again, and slower."
"And what do I do again?" asked Ringo.
"Ringo, mate, just stand there and look pretty. Sing along if you have to."
"Oh, well I'm good at that."
"I suppose," George said quietly.
"Are you saying I'm not pretty?" Ringo flipped his hair sarcastically, gave his famous 'Ringo' grin and laughed.
"Oh, no, not at all not at all..." they all had a good laugh, but then got back to business. "I'll got get my guitar. Come with, Paulie?"
"Yeah, mine's in the car." They walked silently to the gravel parking not. The gravel made noise as they were stepped on, or in Ringo's case, kicked.
They grabbed their guitars and trudged back to the bottom of the hill. Ringo brought a cowbell, just in case.
It was just like them, to be able to figure the song out in only forty-five minutes. George Paul and Ringo had it down by a half hour and practiced for another fifteen minutes. Though they had it practically memorized, they still needed the music in front of them.
"That's one great song, Paulie. You can tell it's from the heart." George said as they hiked their way up the hill with guitars in hand. Paul didn't reply. He wasn't expecting an answer; the only thing that could be said wasn't through words.
Linda whispered into Paul's ear. "Please tell me you weren't in the bathroom for 45 minutes."
"No, I wasn't," Paul replied.
"Then I won't ask where."
"Thank you."
"Are you going to say anything for John?"
"Yeah,"
"Well you better go up there, speakers are running low,"
"I'll do it at the reception, when everyone is really listening."
Linda looked at him curiously, as if asking a question. Paul knew she was asking a question, but pretended he didn't get it. He stared straight ahead of him.
"Honey... why do you have your guitar?" Linda asked politely.
"I needed its moral support." Paul lied.
Linda sighed. "You are too deep for me,"
"No," he whispered back. "It's the other way around."
Linda thought about that for a while.
Soon, the funeral part was over. The reception started.
Paul, George and Ringo grouped together to find Yoko. They found her, standing by herself, staring blankly at a tree.
"Yoko?" George asked timidly, poking her shoulder. She turned slowly to see them.
"Hello."
"What are you doing?" asked Paul.
"Oh, just observing."
"Interesting." He replied. "Anyways, I was wondering if you could get the guests sit down on the grass, we have something we'd like to do for John."
"Oh, yes, of course. I'd be happy to." She walked over to an amp and turned it on, grabbed a microphone, turned that on, and spoke into it. Paul, George and Ringo followed and stood behind her. "Can I have your attention please?" People started to look at her. Finally, all attention was on Yoko.
"These fine men would like you to sit down on the grass, I don't know what else." Everyone sat.
Paul took the microphone. "Thank you, Yoko. A few nights ago, I received a very horrible phone call from Yoko, and she told me about John. So here I am now, in front of you, at his funeral. While in the plane and whatever extra time I had here, I began writing a song for John, and my band-mates and I would like to perform it for you. Thank you for all sitting down, this is just song you have to listen to sitting down. And you'll feel closer to the earth, which is how it should be in the first place. So, without further ado, I begin my song, titled, 'Here Today'."
"And if I said I really knew you well
What would your answer be.
If you were here today.
Ooh- ooh- ooh- here to - day.
Well knowing you,
You'd probably laugh and say that we were worlds apart.
If you were here today.
Ooh- ooh- ooh- here to - day.
But as for me,
I still remember how it was before.
And I am holding back the tears no more.
Ooh- ooh- ooh- I love you, ooh-
What about the time we met,
Well I suppose that you could say that we were playing hard to get.
Didn't understand a thing.
But we could always sing.
What about the night we cried,
Because there wasn't any reason left to keep it all inside.
Never understood a word.
But you were always there with a smile.
And if I say I really loved you
And was glad you came along.
If you were here today.
Ooh- ooh- ooh- for you were in my song.
Ooh- ooh- ooh- here to - day."
It was perfect. Ringo decided not to do anything; the backup needed to have a voice similar to Paul's for it to work, so he sat on the amp and nodded along; the only reason why he wasn't up there was because he wanted it to look like he had done something. George strummed like an angel and Paul sang with all of his heart, and by the end of the song, there was no one with dry eyes. Linda realized what Paul had been doing while he was gone for such a long time, as did the other wives. Yoko actually started crying, but silently, and blocking her face so no one could see. But by the little shudders that ran up her spine and into her shoulders, it was certain that she was crying.
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Post by White Rabbit on Apr 7, 2005 20:06:12 GMT -5
well, thats ok. no one respond. i'm used to it. sadly enough. |
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Post by Beatlemon on Apr 7, 2005 20:17:43 GMT -5
It's so good ... Here Today always leaves me in tears! And keep writing! Please keep writing, and just because no one responds to you it does not mean that you should stop writing. I love your story, it's simply gorgeous and definately nothing like I could write. Don't get discouraged, WhiteRabbit. Please don't. Your story is marvelous. |
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Post by White Rabbit on Apr 7, 2005 20:21:31 GMT -5
It's so good ... Here Today always leaves me in tears! And keep writing! Please keep writing, and just because no one responds to you it does not mean that you should stop writing. I love your story, it's simply gorgeous and definately nothing like I could write. Don't get discouraged, WhiteRabbit. Please don't. Your story is marvelous. wow.... just for saying that, i'll continue. wow... thank you! |
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Post by lookingthroughyou on Apr 7, 2005 21:16:33 GMT -5
well, thats ok. no one respond. i'm used to it. sadly enough. that was...wonderful. it's quite, quite amazing. keep going. <33 |
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Post by White Rabbit on Apr 7, 2005 22:08:49 GMT -5
there isn't much that happens after he sings "Here Today", I'm real bad at endings and I would like to finish this one up. I'm doing the best I can, I really am.
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Post by White Rabbit on Apr 7, 2005 22:29:03 GMT -5
okay, here's the end. remember, i'm bad at endings. After "Here Today", they played some of John's greatest as a Beatle, including "Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds", "Day Tripper", and to Yoko, and kind of a joke, "Cry Baby Cry". Everyone was still sitting down, it seemed like they didn't want to get up, wanting to just stay at that moment in time. While George and Ringo went off to get water for all of them, Paul sat on the ground with his acoustic guitar sitting lightly in his lap, and when the whispering throughout the audience had ceased, he picked up the microphone, turned it on and spoke into it. "Let's see if I can remember this one, it's been a while since I've played it." He said. With that, the audience hushed completely, Paul turned off the microphone, and began "Yesterday". "Yesterday, all my troubles seemed so far away
Now it looks as though they're here to stay
Oh, I believe in yesterday.
Suddenly, I'm not half the man I used to be,
There's a shadow hanging over me.
Oh, yesterday came suddenly.
Why she had to go I don't know she wouldn't say.
I said something wrong, now I long for yesterday.
Yesterday, love was such an easy game to play.
Now I need a place to hide away.
Oh, I believe in yesterday." As he finished the song, it began to drizzle. The crowd didn't seem to notice. Paul was glad the rain had started, though, it was just enough so the audience couldn't see a difference between the rain on his face and the tears on his face. |
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Post by White Rabbit on Apr 7, 2005 22:35:47 GMT -5
there, finished!
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Post by tysonwolf1 on Apr 9, 2005 11:55:33 GMT -5
That was a great story, WhiteRabbit. Wonderful ending. |
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