I Feel Fine Chp. 10
Paul looked over to see if I was ready, but I was still thinking about what the boys had said just moments earlier. Then he waved and I finally noticed it was time to start. I nodded back as I counted the band off. "18.104.22.168.1.2.3!" I did a double hit on the snare and floor tom to begin the song. The crowd was surprised how I nailed it perfectly.
From the side of the stage, Brian looked furious about how I disobeyed his order. Steam was practically spewing out of his ears. We were definitely in for a long lecture later. Yet we didn't really care, we were just enjoying ourselves too much.
John and Paul sang in perfect unison as usual while George was moving around playing his guitar. Ringo was watching everyone else, in deep thought. He had a tiny smile on his face, so I assumed everything was fine. I noticed that quite a few girls in the couple front rows got super duper pissed at me when George looked back in my direction and we exchanged silent laughs. Just wait until they find out th
I Feel Fine Chp. 9I Feel Fine Chp. 94 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It's a good thing we left early because by the time we arrived, the place was filled with screaming Beatle maniacs trying to meet their future 'husbands'. Luckily, some of the policemen managed to keep them back. We snuck in through the back of the place, dragging in all the equipment behind us. Trust me, not fun, especially when you practically have a death by cymbal.
Paul and John carried cases which held their guitars. The two walked through the door first, followed by Ringo. He was carrying the snare drum and ride cymbal. I was right behind him helping out by lifting an amp. George was last, with another one of Ringo's cymbals.
Being in between the two of them kind of frightened me. George leaned forward to taunt me. "Don't drop the amp, Laur." He gave a slight grin, baring his tiny fangs. Neither of the boys could see this, but my cheeks got a little red.
I turned to him walking through the doorway. Then I commented, "I won't! Ow!" I hit the cymbal he was hauling with my head. Tot
I Feel Fine Chp. 11I Feel Fine Chp. 114 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Returning to the hotel for the night, I took a shower, putting my now bloody blouse in the washer machine a few rooms down. My entire body ached, especially my cheeks and arms where those crazy girls got at. After I had turned the water off, I stood there for a moment trying to relax from all the craziness. I've only been here for no more than a week, yet I've been through so many things. "Oh boy," I began talking to myself, "I don't know how much more I can take of this."
All dressed with my damp blond hair wrapped in a towel, I walked out of the bathroom. There was Caroline, my new roommate, sitting on her bed. It was a foot or two away from mine. She sat there brushing her long locks, wearing a polka dot nightgown and pants. Paul had invited her to stay with us as we continued the U.S tour. So now I have someone to talk to besides those crazy men. "More of what," She asked curiously.
Realizing what I had just said accidentally, I instantly responded with, "Oh nothing!" She knew that
I Feel Fine Chp. 13I Feel Fine Chp. 134 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
How do people work with trains for a living? Because if you're not keeping yourself occupied, you are bored out of your frickin mind. We've only been on the train for about two hours. For most of the time we were talking or in our "rooms" but after a while there's not much you can do besides sitting at a table and watch the scenery go by. Not even sketching can keep you sane forever.
Alright, so Ringo and I have still been sitting on the couch that I mentioned before, being all lovey dovey and all. The other love birds got Brian's permission to go get some drinks from some train attendants. That's probably not the only thing they were doing, hint hint. Just kidding. John was fast asleep at the moment, the newspaper on top of his face. George was strumming on his guitar a bit. I noticed he was playing the tune that he wrote me, but everyone else assumed it was just random chords. Then there was Mr. Epstein who was talking to reporters and photographers that tagged along, which probably
I Feel Fine Chp. 4I Feel Fine Chp. 44 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The next morning, I woke up early in my hotel room, fully rested and refreshed. I did a quick stretch; then got out of my bed. Getting dressed, I grabbed some casual wear from my suitcase. I was wearing a maroon colored, short sleeved shirt. On the shirt was this logo of a designer company. I chose to match it with a pair of black corduroy pants. Very casual. After that, I briefly straightened my hair in the bathroom. I've got to look at least somewhat decent when going down to the lobby to get breakfast.
When I reached the lobby, I bought a newspaper that came out today. Guess what the top story was? "New talent along with the Fab Four" aka me! It was great! I couldn't wait to show Ringo. Basically, it was about how I'm traveling with the Beatles and why. Now back to what was going on. I headed to the café that was within the hotel. There I snatched some chow for breakfast, taking the bag back up to my room.
On the way back to the room, I somehow ran into George in the hallway. "
I Feel Fine Chp. 6I Feel Fine Chp. 64 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It was starting to get dark, and we all left the ice cream shop, trying to avoid any more photo shoots with the fans. It took FOREVER just waiting for Ringo and some of the other boys to finish up. I didn't even start talking to some of them until we left that it was so bad. Not to mention some girls were attempting to follow us out the door, or at least keep me from leaving. One of them managed to scrape my left arm. Talk about jealous.
We were waiting for John to get a cab over, as we all were talking. "Lauren, is your arm alright? I noticed that some of the girls got rough with you," Paul said concerned of me.
"Yeah, I'm fine," I replied looking at my arm. It was bleeding a bit and a little swollen. Then, I covered it with my hand so no one would worry.
"Really? Then why are you covering it with your hand?" John asked being nosy. He looked back to the streets to get a cab to take us back to the hotel.
"I always do this," I replied.
"Not when you have shopping bags with you," Ringo s
I Feel Fine Chp. 1I Feel Fine Chp. 14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I was running as fast as I could, trying to make my way to the concert in time. Crowds were swarming around The Cavern. The Beatles were back in Liverpool playing some of the songs from their first album before heading to the U.S and every girl alive was going to see them. Who was I you ask? I was one of those girls. The name is Lauren. I'm a fifteen year old blond hair, blue-eyed artist who likes to drum. I was wearing a blue, three quarter sleeve v-neck with some denim shorts. Around my neck was an engraved necklace that matched my bracelet. I had a little bag hanging on my arm, which held my sketch pad, drumsticks, and other things.
Ever since my step father introduced me to music, I've been hooked on Beatlemania. Fortunately, I'm nowhere near as crazy like those other fans.
Being the smart girl I am, I managed to sneak in. I tagged along behind a group of really inappropriately dressed women. Luckily, I wasn't noticed. No one was allowed in unless you are over 21. Anyway, once insi
I Feel Fine Chp. 2I Feel Fine Chp. 24 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
What would you do if your biggest role models in the whole world invited you to go to the U.S.A with them? Beg your parents to let you go of course!!
As soon as I woke up on February 7th, 1964 (the next morning), I was pleading to my mother to let me go with Ringo and the others. She thought I was hallucinating, that I had a dream or something. She was cooking breakfast when I brought up the subject again. "Please Mom? Please Please Me and allow me to go to the U.S! I'll be super careful, calling you everyday! They have protection from the police, so I'll be safe."
"Lauren, stop being so ridiculous; I highly doubt The Beatles would invite a 15 year old girl to the U.S with them. You are way too young for them anyway." She disagreed, returning back to getting the toast out of the toaster.
"Just trust me Mom! I went to their concert yesterday and they even let me play with them! They are probably going to pick me up sometime this morning. You'll believe me then," I said taking my chances
I Feel Fine Chp. 12I Feel Fine Chp. 124 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Okay, everyone smile!" A woman shouted as she was about to take a group photo. The group smiled while she clicked the camera a few times. Everyone was in some form of row (Caroline and I in the middle, with Ringo and Paul on the out side of us, followed by John and George on the edges of the line). After that, John just about had enough with pictures, so we decided to take a break. Paul found a spot near a big oak tree, laying down a blanket. The rest of us sat down to eat what Caroline had packed us.
"Holy crap, Caroline! This is amazing!" John exclaimed. "Paul, you never told me this bird could make food!" The satisfied boy then continued to munch down on his lunch.
Once he swallowed what was in his mouth, Paul replied. "She's quite the cook, ain't she?" He looked at Caroline happily as she beamed at the compliment.
"Thanks," she began, "I'm working at becoming a chef for when I get a bit older." Caroline got out her soda and took a sip. Then she put it down to finish eating.
I Feel Fine Chp. 5I Feel Fine Chp. 54 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
You know how girls go all crazy obsessive over Justin Bieber? Well, if he was actually born in this time it would be nothing compared to what the Beatles had to deal with. We were nearly running for our lives, especially me. You know what's worse then running for your life? Getting mauled by Beatlemaniacs when they find out you're not chasing the Beatles. That would be the next headline of the New York Times: Mauled by Beatlemania, the new talent is no more.
The group was running for blocks; more than I could count. I got so tired that I had to stop for a moment. That's when the malicious fangirls almost got me. So being quick on his feet, George turned around grabbing my arm, "Come on!" He then ran with me, catching up to the rest of the boys.
"Are you okay, Lauren? You're not hurt are you?" Ringo asked huffing and puffing as he ran.
"Awe, darn!" John began, "I thought we finally ditched you! Oh well." He smirked but swiftly returned to looking at the street. He was searching for the
I Feel Fine Chp. 7I Feel Fine Chp. 74 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
When we arrived at the restaurant, you could tell it was fancy. It had tons of decorations and froufrou things all over the place. We walked inside, trying our best to ignore the press racing up to us, well them. There was no wait, so we were quickly seated at a table. It had drapes hanging of it, along with glasses and a candle on top. Besides us, there weren't too many other people there. Cynthia Lennon and Liz (the reporter) were there. At least I had someone to talk to.
"Aren't you going to introduce me John?" Cynthia asked as we sat down at the table. She was wearing a dark green, casual looking dress. Cynthia had blond colored hair and was taller than me, just like everyone else. That's what happens when you're fifteen.
John was confused for a second then realized what she meant. "Oh yes! This is Lauren. She is an artist and a remarkable drummer." He nudged over closer to whisper, "Better than Ringo I say."
She chuckled; then held her hand out to say, "Hello Lauren, it's ve
I Feel Fine Chp. 3I Feel Fine Chp. 34 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
We've been on the plane for over two hours, and half the people here are asleep, including Ringo. Haha. I knew that because he was resting on my shoulder. It was so cute. Back to the topic here, everyone was pretty content. Paul and George were at the round table playing cards. John and Brian were talking about upcoming plans once we arrive in the U.S. As you already know, Ringo was asleep on my shoulder, while I was drawing on my sketch pad.
Eventually, one of the reporters got up to go to the bathroom. She had short reddish hair, and glasses. She was wearing a business uniform. As she walked down the aisle, she noticed me. "Having fun with Ringo there?" She giggled.
"Huh?" I blushed a bit, "Oh, no. He just fell asleep on my shoulder is all." For all I know, she could be making a front page article on how I seduced Ringo or something. That's just what I need, not.
"Oh alright," she laughed. Then she looked down, seeing what I was up to. "Whoa, that's some artwork! Mind if I get a pict
Your Blue Eyes Ch.13Your Blue Eyes Ch.134 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Willow gazed out the glass window that separated her from the outdoors, emotionless. The only noise was the uneven clanking of the train as it continued on its way through the countryside. She didn't know where it was headed; she didn't care. Her heart hurt too much. She saw John in everything she laid eyes on. In the trees, in other people; it was a miracle she could even look at anything.
"Pardon me," the elderly woman sitting beside her said quizzically.
Willow turned her head, slightly baffled. The woman hadn't said one word to her since she got on the train; why was she deciding to talk now? "Yes?" She couldn't help becoming embarrassed by how depressed and unsociable she sounded.
The woman's eyes clouded with concern. "Something wrong?"
"N-no, it's nothing." Why should she reveal anything to this stranger?
"Oh, goodness me, I forgot. I'm Anne." Anne held out her hand, smiling kindly.
The moment they shook hands, something stirred in Willow. I can trust this woman. "Willow,
Beatle GirlsIt's 2011, the world sucks and music is not like it was.Beatle Girls4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Beatle girls are restless, always moving in their seats. On the inside, they swirl with emotion.
They want a revolution.
Beatle girls buzz with the optimism of Paul McCartney, they flounce with the long-legged elegance of George Harrison, they enchant with the easy wit of John Lennon, they burst with the open happiness of one Richard Starkey.
They dance in their rooms, hoping that if they spin fast enough, maybe Harrison's Krishna will sweep them up and back into the past to dance with teddy boys at the begginings of rock n' roll.
They don't care if it rains, because rain is just a state of mind. It rains in England, you know, all the time, and that's where they're from
The Cavern is their temple, Liverpool their mecca, Anthology their bible; where they worship trippy guitar lines and love songs and four boys with long hair who rocked the entire world to its core.
Girls who listen to The Beatles fly like blackbirds, follo
Night time TurningsRingo can't sleep... Which means a certain John Lennon can't either...Night time Turnings4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Rating: It's alright kiddies. It's slash, but nothing dirty.
Warnings: MAJOR FLUFF!
Disclaimers: John and Ringo own themselves.
Ringo rolled over for what felt like the hundreth time that night. He tossed this way and that, constantly rearranging the bed sheets, trying to gain some comfort. But he just couldn't get comfortable. He let out a moan and rolled over, trying a new position on his side this time. Yet his mind refused to switch off.
He let out a huge sigh and banged his head on his pillow. Sweat trickled down the side of his head. He was too hot, even though he was only in a t-shirt and some boxers. The sheets stuck to his leg and he felt hot, the kind of hazy and sick hot that he had gotten before. He looked through the darkness and managed to see the face of his alarm clock. Half past one. Great.
"Ringo." A dark voice growled from the other side of the bed. Ringo rolled onto his other side so that he
I Feel Fine Chp. 16I Feel Fine Chp. 164 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The young waitress entered her apartment, throwing her jacket onto the couch and plopping on a chair. She had a long day, filled with tons of John Lennon. Who would've thought that someone so ordinary such as her would have caught the eye of any one of the Beatles, she wondered. This girl took out the small paper which John have given her that had his hotel number written upon it. She was curious to see if this boy would actually call her or not.
He did. It was around 4pm or so when her telephone rang. The young woman got up from her chair in order to grab the phone. "Hello?" She greeted shyly.
"Megan? Is that you, my dear? I hope this isn't a bad time," John replied. Some of us were in his hotel room with him at the time, which Megan could hear. It was mainly me who was talking though, because I was scolding John for cheating on Cynthia like this.
Megan got nervous as she responded, "Oh, n-no. It's fine. Why do you ask, J-John?" She was resting against the wall as she twirled the phon
I Feel Fine Chp. 14I Feel Fine Chp. 144 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Ohh the joys of traveling on a train. the quietness, the bordum, watching millions of trees and buildings pass. It's just SO wonderful, if you were 64.
Okay, if you hadn't already guessed, trains are not fun, especially when you're the first one up in the morning. It doesn't help when you're bored out of your mind either. I was basically just spending my morning in the main car, eating breakfast as i watched the sun rise.
Even though it was quite quiet, it gave me time to go through everything in my head. A number of things have happened since I've met the Beatles just over a week ago. Performing in shows, getting chased and almost killed by fangirls, shopping in New York, getting the cold shoulder from George, the plane ride to the U.S of A, and sooo much more. It was completely crazy.
Even more insane that two of the four famous Beatles were fighting over me...
* * *
"What are you doing?" The young drummer asked his band mate. He was leaning against the side one of the bunk beds when
The Biggest Fan Of All - Chp 1Ringo starts to recieve love letters. Strange letters, weird letters, all of them signed by the "Biggest Fan Of All". He tries to ignore them, but as the letters grow darker and his fan more obsessive, Ringo's life and courage will soon be put to the test. And what does a crazed fan of Ringo Starr have anything to do with the murders of young Beatle fans?The Biggest Fan Of All - Chp 14 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Warnings: Will contain MENTIONS but no rape will take place. Also graphic scenes and torture.
Disclaimers: I only own the mad people who beat up Ringo.
Chapter One - "Maybe she likes to go on top?"
The Beatles sat sprawled on their living room floor, slowly ploughing through the sacks of fan mail they had. It really was a shocking amount that they had. They couldn't reply to all of them, that would probably take years, but at least they had the descency to read as much as they could before they went insane.
"Oh my god, are we ever going to get through all of these?!" Paul groaned.
An annoyed, mumbled "No" came from George. He had
I Feel Fine Chp. 17I Feel Fine Chp. 173 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Everyone that was in the limousine that night had been allowed to go backstage before the show and hang out. The Beatles were preparing themselves for their performance as the ladies and Epstein were chatting away. We were in the dressing room as the boys adjusted their ties, and buttoned their jackets. The was tons of commotion about the place. People running with equipment, fans screaming in anticipation for their favorite band; the whole shebang.
The dressing room was quite large. It was filled with a variety of clothing for all kinds of occasions. It contained large mirrors that were just above tables that held types of hair products and makeup. Besides that, black leather chairs and couches laid about the room, highlighted by the bright lights.
"John! You're hair is all messy," Megan pointed out, standing behind him as he prepared himself. She seemed nervous still, her legs wavering slightly. Cautiously, she patted down some of the unbridled strands of hair on his head. Her date s
I Feel Fine Chp. 15I Feel Fine Chp. 154 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I followed Brian Epstein along with the other girls and reporters. We casually exited the front entrance of the train, though i almost got my blue, jean jacket caught on the railing. Thank god it wasn't my white dress-like top or my Capri's. Oh boy. Luckily Caroline gave me a hand and assisted me.
"You're such a klutz, Lauren," she laughed as her ocean colored dress waved in the breeze. She took hold of my hand, helping me down the rest of the steps. I fixed the necklace and the ring that were given to me by two of the four Beatles.
I waved my hand at her. "Ohh psh. I am not." We both then looked over to see Brian and the others still walking. "Come on, lets go before someone notices us." I worried that it would turn into the incident after the Ed Sullivan Show a few days back.
"Alright, lets go." We grabbed a hold of our few pieces of luggage and calmly began moseying on over to where everyone else was. I soon realized that some girls kept on glaring at me, for reasons unknown. I was
The Biggest Fan Of All - Chp 2Ringo starts to recieve love letters. Strange letters, weird letters, all of them signed by the "Biggest Fan Of All". He tries to ignore them, but as the letters grow darker and his fan more obsessive, Ringo's life and courage will soon be put to the test. And what does a crazed fan of Ringo Starr have anything to do with the murders of young Beatle fans?The Biggest Fan Of All - Chp 24 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Warnings: Will contain MENTIONS but no rape will take place. Also graphic scenes and torture.
Disclaimers: I only own the mad people who beat up Ringo.
Chapter Two - "It's half past eleven, who's gonna be postin' stuff at this hour?!"
"You carry him!"
"No, you do it!"
"I always carry him!"
"Well, he doesn't weight much, it's not like he's difficult to carry!"
"Then why don't you do it then?!"
"Because I always carry him!"
George and John were having a hissing fit, snarling over which one of them should carry the snoozing drummer to bed. Paul was sitting on the sofa, reading the letter again. He looked up and rolled his eyes at his
Bigger than Jesus - 1"That will be $19.62, ma'am," the cashier replied from under his mustache in a low Southern drawl. I dug through my wallet and fished out a twenty dollar bill. Placing it in the man's large pink hand, I picked up the two stuffed bags of groceries. He waved his hand over the register and the change drawer shot open, but I stopped him with a brief "Keep the change", his hand halfway into the dimes compartment.Bigger than Jesus - 14 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Walking out of the market, I made my way across the parking lot to a waiting Cadillac. For all I knew, Eppy was going to kill me if he found out I was running errands so late in the evening, particularly in the South with all that had been happening in the past few weeks.
George had thrown on a quick disguise and volunteered to be my chaperone and ride for grocery shopping, on one condition, however
"Here y' are, George, as promised," I greeted him and tossed him a bag of jelly beans, his dark eyes hungrily looking over the colorful jumble in the thin plastic wrapping. "They'
Bigger than Jesus - 2I heard George take in a sharp breath and before I knew it, his hand was firmly gripping my wrist.Bigger than Jesus - 24 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Lau! What th' hell are you doing?!" he hissed so as not to attract unwanted attention.
What was I doing?
"I I have to go out there--"
"No, you don't."
"Geo, I can't sit here and let this happen!"
"It's happening in more places than this one, Lauren; stopping one bonfire won't make a bloody difference!"
"Well you sure are a big help." I replied, my words dripping with sarcasm.
George's eyes softened. "I'm only trying to protect you. You could get hurt out there. And Rings would never forgive me if anything happened to you "
I paused and looked down at my right hand, the engagement ring delicately glimmering from the radiance of the fire across the street.
" But I can't stand to see them doing this When someone's hurting you, it's hurting me too. You're my friends "
"Lau, that stuff's only merchandise, a bunch of trifles. You shouldn't risk your life o
Bigger than Jesus - 3The pastor, whom I can now call Father Easton, suddenly lifted his hand.Bigger than Jesus - 34 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Hold it, Mr. Stone! She's a human being, and we don't brand anything but cattle around here," Easton said sternly.
The man with the smoldering metal rod in hand grumbled, and then lowered the weapon.
I let out a quiet sigh of relief, which actually hurt more than it should have. I prayed I didn't have a broken rib.
"I have a suggestion no, a plan of action " Easton began slowly.
Was this guy going to help me?
"If we're really going to get the attention of the Beatles we can hold this girl hostage. After all, she's engaged to one of them, right?"
"Then we can offer a reward for her!" another voice shouted from the mob.
Mary's eyes met mine. Her amber eyes were filled with fear and uncertaintyexactly what I was feeling.
"Yes a reward but what?"
"HOW ABOUT YOU JUST GIVE US BACK OUR FRIEND AND WE GIVE YOU A HANDSHAKE!" an all too familiar Scouse voice be
Bed TalkBed Talk2 years ago in Romance More Like This
John tore off his shirt and climbed into bed with Paul. He pressed up against him, breathing down his neck. He slipped his hand through Paul’s red-and-white striped pajama shirt. Paul shivered and reached to cover themselves up with the blankets. He could feel John’s fingers tapping lightly on his ivory white skin.
“I can‘t tell you how much I love you, Paul,” John said.
“You can‘t, huh?” Paul replied.
“No.” John moved his hand down near Paul’s belly button. “You’re a lovely person, who writes all these incredible songs-”
“You write incredible stuff, too,” Paul cut off. He placed his hand over John’s forearm and rubbed it up and down.
“Yeah, well, I feel like we always have to compete or something,” John explained.
“I never thought it that way,” Paul chuckled.
Paul frowned. “What’s wrong with that?”