Ok, I was asked to post my Beatles fan fiction on here. So here it is! Any constructive critisism or your thoughts are totally welcome! I am exited to see what everyone thinks!
One Day, in the year of 1964, the four Beatles John, Paul George and Ringo were in a hotel room getting ready for a show. Little did they know what was about to unfold.
“Aye Paul!” John called from the living room. Paul was in the bathroom shaving.
“Yes, John?” Paul yelled back.
“I can’t find my left boot!” He said, walking into the bathroom.
Paul wiped the excess shaving cream off his jaw line. “Did you ask George?”
“No, I guess I could ask him.” Then he walked into the kitchen where George was stirring a cup of tea.
“Georgie, have you seen my left boot?” John asked him.
George shook his head, bobbing the tea bag up and down in the steaming water, “Nope, sorry mate. Have you asked Ringo?”
John rolled his eyes as he walked toward the living room where Ringo was watching Television “Ringo! Have you-”
Ringo cut him off, “No John, I have not seen your left boot.” He smiled
John laughed, “Alright.” he sat down in the chair, “Then if none of you have seen it, where could it be?”
“JOHN!” Brian Epstein shouted as he opened the door to The Beatles suite, “You left your boot in the car! I wouldn’t want you to go on stage in your loafers!” He handed John the lone shoe.
“Thanks Brian! You’re a real life saver.” John said.
Brian laughed, “S’okay, it happens to all of us.”
George came in with his tea, “Yeah, but only John would forget a shoe!” He and Ringo laughed.
“Aye, watch it Harrison!” John teased.
Then Paul stepped out from the bathroom, “Everyone almost ready to go?” he questioned.
“We sure are Paul!” John said, “Where are we going fellas?” he asked the three.
“To the toppermost of the poppermost Johnny!” They answered back.
John laughed, “Alright! Let’s go!”
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“You have no idea where you’re going, do you driver?” Paul convicted the driver, who was obviously lost.
“No no, I swear I do! Let’s see, if we turn right… Here!” Then the five men heard a high pitched hissing sound.
“What’s that?”
“What happened?”
“Is the car okay?” The four asked the driver.
“We popped a tire! Oh no!” The driver exclaimed as he stepped out of the car.
“Oh bloody hell.” George huffed.
“What are we going to do?” Ringo asked.
“I don’t know.” John said, “But let’s go look and see what we’re up against”
When they got out, they saw how bad the situation was.
“Jesus Christ! We’re out in the middle of nowhere, it’s dark, and we don’t have a spare tire! How are we ever going to make it to Wembley Stadium?!” Paul exclaimed, plopping down on the blacktop next to the car.
Then a big semi truck pulled up next to the five, “Steven, is that you?” He asked the driver.
“Will! It’s you! Boys, this is my cousin Will.” Will waved to the four, “Hey, can you give us all a lift to Wembley stadium?”
“Sorry mate,” Will said, “But I only have room for one.”
The driver, or Steven apparently, hopped into the silver semi. “Don’t worry boys! I’ll send someone to get you!” the driver called out the window as they drove off.
“Well, isn’t this just perfect!?” George complained, sitting on the hood of the car.
“Who else doesn’t think he’s coming back?” John asked. The other 3 raised their hands, “That’s what I thought.” He said.
“Well, maybe someone will stop and give us a spare?” Ringo offered.
“We don’t know how to get there!” Paul huffed.
“And even if we did,” John said, shutting the driver side door on the car, “He took the keys.” They groaned
“Aye fellas! Look!” Paul shouted as he got up and ran out into the street, spotting an oncoming car, “Stop! Stop!” He shouted, but the car just whipped right past him.
“I can’t believe he didn’t stop for a Beatle!” Ringo sighed.
“Well, we’re officially late for the show.” John declared, glancing out at his watch.
“It’s already eight?” George asked
John nodded, “Eight thirty.”
The boys groaned even louder this time, “How are we going to explain this to Brian?” Paul shouted.
“Now Paulie, your making a big deal out of nothing! Brian will only kill us! That’s all.” John teased.
“Ha-ha John” Paul said. Then a car started to slow down next to them.
“Hey! They’re stopping!” Ringo shouted.
“Oh my lord! It’s The Beatles!” A young girl shouted as she jumped out of the backseat of the car.
Then her father got out of the drivers side, “Holy cow, it is.” he said, “Why are you young lads out here?”
“We were headed to our show when a tire on the car popped,” Paul explained,
“And our driver left so now we’re stuck here,” Ringo finished. The young girl was standing next to him, gazing up at him with big eyes.
“Dad dad! We can give them a ride, right?” she pleaded.
“I would honey, but they might not all fit.” he explained.
“Oh sir, believe me we’ll fit! I’ll sit in John’s lap if I have to!” George said, “And I’m sure Ringo won’t mind letting your daughter sit in his!”
Ringo shot him a look, and then the girl giggled.
“Alright, I guess.” said the man, “Climb in.”
The four boys and the girl all squished into the small car.
“Judy,” The man said to his wife in the passenger’s seat, who was reading a book, “Um, The Beatles are in a car.”
Judy whipped around, then screamed, “It’s Paul! And George! And John! And my daughter is in Ringo Starr’s lap!” She breathed.
Ringo turned red, “You’re cute!” the girl giggled.
“Uh, thanks.” Ringo said.
“Yah Ringo! You’re really cute!” Paul batted his eyelashes at him. The four laughed, and then the girl pulled out a picture of the four.
“Will you sign this for me Ringo?” She politely asked, handing him the picture and a blue pen.
“Of course.” He signed it then handed it over to Paul. “Here Paul! Sign it for the girl!”
Paul raised his eyebrows then quickly signed the picture. “Here John! Put your John Henry right there!”
John signed it then handed it over to George. When George was done he gave it to the girl. “There you go!” He cheerily said.
She screamed, “What are all my friends going to say?!”
Ringo laughed, “So how far off are we sir?”
“Oh not too far.” He said, “We’re only here!”
The boys jumped out of the car, “Thank you so much sir! We’ll see you in the audience!” Paul said.
The boys rushed in to see Brian waiting for them. “Boys! Where in God’s name we’re you!? Your 45 minutes late!” he shrieked. Then the breathless Beatles told him their story. “My lord! Are you alright? We’re never hiring that driver again!”
“Yeah we’re fine. But there’s no time for chatter! We need to get on stage!” John declared. The boys ran over to the stage entrance where their instruments were waiting for them. They bolted through the door, barely getting their straps on.
The crowd was booming and clearly upset. Then they saw The Beatles and started cheering. The girls were crying and screaming and shouting,
“Paul!”
“John!”
“George!”
“Ringo!”
When everyone was set up, Paul looked over to John, “Ready?” he mouthed.
John nodded, “Well, Shake it up baby now!!” He belted Twist and Shout into the microphone. And they show finally began.
I have longer ones, but this one was easiest to type XD If you want I can post some more soon
