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Post by lookingthroughyou on May 23, 2005 14:01:58 GMT -5
aww! I really like it. John Bennon. teehee.
It's good, Icee. Really good.
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Post by Icee on May 25, 2005 9:37:37 GMT -5
"John, we've told you a thousand times before, please will you just stick to the damn script!" A man in thick glasses yelled over to him. It didn't seem to help the situation as all Beatles had collapsed onto the floor, or slid down the wall in a great chorus of laughter. After a few minutes of annoyed set crew people trying to calm the Bealtes down, everything began rolling again.
"Excuse me madam, excuse me. But these two men I'm with was wondering if I could......" Paul stuttered towards the end of his sentance. He was leaning infront of me. "I'm sorry, I'm shy" He turned to me, and smiled. I didn't understand. That wasn't the exact line in the script. He was staring at me, there was a strong silence. The grin he wore, was unique. It was cute, and now I realized why their were so many rabid fans. They were sweet hearts. Paul was, anyway. I couldn't say much for John Bennon. Although, he seemed so sly and cheeky, like he could command a woman to do what he wanted, and BAM! It would be done. The other two I wasn't so sure about. One of them had quite unique features. He was skinny, but not too skinny. His hair was long, like the others were. And he spoke in a nasal sort of tone. He didn't say much. And niether did the other one standing beside him in the hallway. This man was more peculiar than the others. He was short, skinny. He had the most amazing deep blue eyes, but his nose seemed to ruin it. His teeth, so bright, and wonky, that when he smiled, it filled the room with joy.
"Let's try a new scene. Mal will you get the guitars for me please" The sound came from the other room. I leant further towards the oposite side of the train to see a man, quite nicely dressed, with a rather lovely clean comb over. And his accent was more distinguished than the other english accents. He wasn't from where the Beatles were from.
"The man says new scene, new scene man says and I says it shall be done, new scene then man, Brian?" John grinned over to him. His name was Brian, and whoah. Did that name bring back memories. No time for explaining.
"Eh, which would you prefer?" He asked, getting up from his seat, and walking into the room. "The one uhm, I should've known better" Paul nodded. "We'll need you for that" The man with glasses said, grabbing me. "I...I don't know what I'm doing" I stuttered. I didn't realize I was in two scenes. "You just stand outside, bob your head and pretend you enjoy the music" He led me further down the corridor to the end of the train. It was a luggage compartment. And inside was Mal, the big man, who was setting up the drumkit.
"Hey Ringo, dare you to hit your cock on the snare while we're playin' it" John laughed. Ringo sneered at him, and entered the cage-like thingy.
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Post by me on May 25, 2005 9:44:26 GMT -5
Bahahahah those last lines killed me.....
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Post by lookingthroughyou on May 25, 2005 10:41:59 GMT -5
;D ee! I like it a lot sarah. it's a great perspective, very ...different? <333 it's aaaaaawesome.
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Post by Icee on May 25, 2005 11:33:50 GMT -5
The song whizzed by, with 'Ringo' head bopping away on the drums. I had to stand there, pretending I was crazy over these four men, when there were girls standing next to me, who were actually screaming, and trying to grab the drummers hair.
When the song had finished they all stood up, and stretched out their arms, yawning. It was ten at night now, and everyone looked like they had had an extremely hard day.
"It's been a hard day's night" Ringo sighed.
"Well, we should pack up then" Brian said, clapping his hands together, staring at John.
"Where's it tonight?" John asked inquisitively. "Probably the hotel down the road. And please boys, rehearse your lines!" Brian urged to them desperately. "Yeah yeah" John whinged. "Hey, shouldn't we get the birds?" George asked, shooting a quick glance at Patty. "Not tonight, you've got work to do" Brian exclaimed, frustrated. "Oh come off it" George said, picking up Patty, and carrying her out of the cage thingy.
Watching them walking out of the end of the train, I hadn't realized that Paul McCartney had picked me up until he started walking.
"You err, you need to practise your lines!" He said, noticing I was staring wildly at him. "I don't have lines!" I protested. "We'll give you some" He smiled as he carried on walking.
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Post by FiendishThingy on May 25, 2005 15:52:38 GMT -5
awww....this story is so cute! I love it!
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Post by Sgt.Honeypie on May 25, 2005 22:36:22 GMT -5
bahaha she's a lucky one! "We'll give you some" I can't get over that one
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Post by Icee on May 28, 2005 19:35:14 GMT -5
I wasn't going to struggle to get away, I was to exhausted to struggle. Paul obviously wasn't the strongest man on the Earth, so I began to play a game with myself. Counting each step he was taking, until he couldn't bear my weight, and put me down. But suprisingly enough, he had managed to cart me outside, down the street, and shoved me in a car. "Why thanks for the lift" I said, putting my handbag on the floor of the limousene. "Your welcome" Paul replied, stretching forward. He had a sore back, ha. Not completely successful, I though smiling to myself. "Er..Where are we going then?" Patty asked, frowning. "A, just a hotel" George said, unable to take his eyes of her it seemed. "So, are we actually going to work tonight then?" John asked, poking George in the ribs. "Fuck off John" George growled. "I doubt that" Paul said, flashing a look at me. "Well, I cant stay long. I'm tired, my feet hurt- I was cut off by Paul. "Ah come on ye' twat!" He said, playfully pushing me. He pushed me so hard I smacked into the left door. "Who are you callin' a twat you queer!" I shouted. "Queer eh?" John grinned, obviously enjoying the situation. "What the fuck? Why queer?" Paul asked, with his teeth gritted. "Seemed like a good idea at the time" I smiled to him, and opened my handbag, getting out my small make up kit. "You look pastey" Paul sneered. "Pastey?" I turned to him, enraged. "I'll fuckin' give you pasty!" I yelled, ditching my small make up case at his head. "Bullseye!" Ringo clapped. "Yer gettin' beaten up by a girl Paul" John grinned even wider.
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Post by Sgt.Honeypie on May 28, 2005 20:36:07 GMT -5
bahaha I'm not sure who to feel bad for
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Post by me on May 29, 2005 4:47:21 GMT -5
Hahahaha Oh this is the best
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Post by Starkey. on May 29, 2005 6:07:52 GMT -5
We loves it!
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Post by FiendishThingy on May 29, 2005 6:51:18 GMT -5
hahaha i love it ;D
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Her Majesty
Day Tripper
Paul is the shizah. Haha.
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Post by Her Majesty on May 29, 2005 7:18:35 GMT -5
Hahaha. Thats so John!
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Shattered Glass
Nowhere Man
Won't you come on join the party, dress to kill..
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Post by Shattered Glass on Jun 5, 2005 8:13:30 GMT -5
Awesome!
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Post by Rain on Jun 8, 2005 19:21:21 GMT -5
Haha awesome story!
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