Post by Lucy in the Sky on Dec 19, 2004 22:05:25 GMT -5
This could end in tragedy. 
Anyhoo, I thought I'd put the very first bit up here anyway. If it's terrible, I'll stop. 
I've changed a few minor details, like the fact that Ringo wasn't there when the others were in Syndey. But I'm sure you can stretch your imaginations a little.
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"Okay fellas, here's the plan. Derek, Malcom, Neil, and myself will head out the front first as a decoy. Hopefully we'll fool the crowds into thinking we're you. At least we'll distract them for awhile. Meanwhile, you lot head out the back and into your truck. Okay?" Brian Epstien nervously eyed the door in front of them. It was the only thing that separated them from the masses of screaming fangirls, desperat for just a glimpse of The Beatles.
"Sure thing, Eppy!" John chirped. "You leand an' we'll follow. You point an' we'll do as ya say. You take the high road an' we'll-"
"And there'll be none of that silly business! We haven't got the time! Okay fellas, let's go!"
And with that, their plan sprung into action. Epstein, along with the Beatles' press secretary, Derek Taylor, and their road managers, Neil Aspinall and Malcom Evans, donned his huge coat, cap, and dark glasses. If they moved quickly enough, they hoped to trick the frantic crowds into thinking that they were The Beatles. If that didn't work, they should at least create a distraction big enough so that the boys could slip out the back door. Bracing themselves, the four men headed out the door, Epstein first, and into the sea of bodies. The things they did for those boys!
Meanwhile, John, Paul, George, and Ringo had made it out of the building and into their car. Thanks to their crazed fans, who would do *anything* for a piece of the Beatles, their transport for the evening was an ambulance, a clever little disguise that their manager, Epstein, liked to save for when things got really crazy, like now.
It was 1964, and the fab four were touring their way around Australia. So far, everything had been complete chaos, and that didn't look like letting up any time soon.
Just after Paul, the last in, scrambled in to the ambulance, a girl jumped out and grabbed Neil Aspinall's hat. It was then that the crowd realised they'd been duped. They turned and rushed at the ambulance.
"Driver, let's go!" Yelled John, his voice tinged with fear. There was no way that this could end well.
Ringo popped his head through the opening to the front of the ambulance. "Where's the driver?! There's keys here, but no driver!"
"Well then, you get us out of here!" Said a panicked Paul as he shoved Ringo into the driver's seat.
"I can't!! They drive on the other side of the road here! 'Asides, we'd be leaving the driver stranded!"
"It's 'is own fault Ringo, just go!" yelled John, keeping one eye on the masses, only a few metres away now.
Ringo frantically turned the key in the igntition of the ambulance and slammed his foot onto the accellerator. They sped off, seconds before their fans had a chance to throw themselves at the ambulance.
(This is just the orientation)
Anyhoo, I thought I'd put the very first bit up here anyway. If it's terrible, I'll stop. 
I've changed a few minor details, like the fact that Ringo wasn't there when the others were in Syndey. But I'm sure you can stretch your imaginations a little.
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"Okay fellas, here's the plan. Derek, Malcom, Neil, and myself will head out the front first as a decoy. Hopefully we'll fool the crowds into thinking we're you. At least we'll distract them for awhile. Meanwhile, you lot head out the back and into your truck. Okay?" Brian Epstien nervously eyed the door in front of them. It was the only thing that separated them from the masses of screaming fangirls, desperat for just a glimpse of The Beatles.
"Sure thing, Eppy!" John chirped. "You leand an' we'll follow. You point an' we'll do as ya say. You take the high road an' we'll-"
"And there'll be none of that silly business! We haven't got the time! Okay fellas, let's go!"
And with that, their plan sprung into action. Epstein, along with the Beatles' press secretary, Derek Taylor, and their road managers, Neil Aspinall and Malcom Evans, donned his huge coat, cap, and dark glasses. If they moved quickly enough, they hoped to trick the frantic crowds into thinking that they were The Beatles. If that didn't work, they should at least create a distraction big enough so that the boys could slip out the back door. Bracing themselves, the four men headed out the door, Epstein first, and into the sea of bodies. The things they did for those boys!
Meanwhile, John, Paul, George, and Ringo had made it out of the building and into their car. Thanks to their crazed fans, who would do *anything* for a piece of the Beatles, their transport for the evening was an ambulance, a clever little disguise that their manager, Epstein, liked to save for when things got really crazy, like now.
It was 1964, and the fab four were touring their way around Australia. So far, everything had been complete chaos, and that didn't look like letting up any time soon.
Just after Paul, the last in, scrambled in to the ambulance, a girl jumped out and grabbed Neil Aspinall's hat. It was then that the crowd realised they'd been duped. They turned and rushed at the ambulance.
"Driver, let's go!" Yelled John, his voice tinged with fear. There was no way that this could end well.
Ringo popped his head through the opening to the front of the ambulance. "Where's the driver?! There's keys here, but no driver!"
"Well then, you get us out of here!" Said a panicked Paul as he shoved Ringo into the driver's seat.
"I can't!! They drive on the other side of the road here! 'Asides, we'd be leaving the driver stranded!"
"It's 'is own fault Ringo, just go!" yelled John, keeping one eye on the masses, only a few metres away now.
Ringo frantically turned the key in the igntition of the ambulance and slammed his foot onto the accellerator. They sped off, seconds before their fans had a chance to throw themselves at the ambulance.
(This is just the orientation)
Love of my life 
