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Fan fiction by Rubyrings posted faz 6 dias
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Paul stared at me, clearly shocked, and I had slight misgivings, wondering if what I had said was considered very rude in the nineteen fifties. But I was desperate! I only had four days left to get Paul to meet John! I had to try something.
“Wales?” Paul repeated. “You want me to take you on a encontro, data to Wales?”
“Well... I....” What to say? I could hardly tell him his future bandmate was going there.... “I thought it would be nice,” I improvised. “I never really travel anywhere.” That was true. “And besides – ” on sudden inspiration – “I hear there are opportunities in Wales. Like música opportunities.” I hoped he didn’t ask for details. I had very little idea what a música opportunity in the nineteen fifties would look like. How did música get discovered before the internet?
Paul grinned a little. “Music opportunities? Do you wanna be a rock star, too?”
I shook my head. “I just want to watch them. And I thought maybe you'd like them....” If Paul and John ended up taking the same opportunity, maybe they could meet that way. Of course, if they took any música opportunities in Wales the rest of their...
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Fan fiction by Rubyrings posted faz 16 dias
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The rest of the dia passed in a blur. After the bus took me back to the hostel, I spent a lot of time wandering around the streets looking for a newspaper office, not knowing what a newspaper office even looked like. Eventually I had to ask directions, and then I spent an hora annoying the people at the newspaper office por having no idea how to put a classified ad in the paper. I think eventually they let me put it in just to get rid of me. But I did manage it.
The ad I put in said: "John Lennon: Gloria Voyager is staying at" followed por the name of the hostel. Short and simple, the way I was used to composição literária messages. Plus I thought it would intrigue him mais that way. I didn’t want to ask him to meet me directly, in case that made him decide not to.
Sitting inside the hostel waiting for John (or – maybe, just maybe, Paul?) to show up, though, was the hardest part of my trip so far. I wasn’t used to sitting there with nothing but my thoughts to keep my mind occupied, and my thoughts came down on me in a way I wasn’t expecting. I was in an unfamiliar time, with no money and no phone, with no one I could explain things to or ask to help me, trying to...
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Fan fiction by Rubyrings posted faz 21 dias
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Paul walked me back to the hostel, but there was an awkward silence between us now. I knew Paul was thinking I had freaked out on him for no reason, and probably thought I was crazy. And I was just too horrified to speak. How could I have prevented my favourite band of all time from ever getting together?!
I couldn’t sleep that night. I lay awake for hours, tossing and turning, thinking about what I had done. What sort of world would I be going back to at the end of the week, if the Beatles had never existed? How dull and lifeless would everything be? I didn’t want to think about it. I wanted to jump out of cama and run to Paul – wherever he was now – and tell him everything, tell him he had to find John and become his friend, but how could I? Even if it wouldn’t mess things up even worse to let Paul know I was from the future, how could I expect Paul and John to ever have a genuine friendship if they always felt like they had to be friends, instead of wanting to be?
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Fan fiction by Rubyrings posted faz 29 dias
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The rest of that dia and all of the seguinte one passed uneventfully, but oh, so slowly, as I waited for the time when I would have my encontro, data with Paulie.
I was staying in the hostel, but not really talking to anyone or drawing attention to myself, trying not to mess up anybody’s timeline. Also I just wasn’t used to talking to people in person when I didn’t already know them well from social media. Paul was different, of course. I had read so much about him and watched so many vids of him, I already felt like I knew him, and besides – well, he was a Beatle! Or he would be. I watched the people, though. It was fascinating seeing how different they were from the people in my time. You never saw a room full of people in 2157 where everyone was talking and dancing and eating and laughing together. Nobody talked to anyone they hadn’t met online or at least e-mailed first. These people even looked different from the ones I was used to, and talked differently too, in ways I couldn’t really put my finger on. I was considered a pretty average size in my own time, but most of the girls here were both taller and thinner than I was, and I wondered if the average size had...
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Article by Rubyrings posted faz 1 mês
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A few days ago, I was playing on this website where they will generate a bunch of things for you - like a song or a character name - if you give them some words to fill in the blanks with. It's sort of like a Mad Libs game. Well, one of the templates they had was a fã letter template, so of course I had to try and write one to the Beatles and see how it turned out. Here is the result; it's actually pretty accurate, and almost perfect apart from the odd grammar error which happened because I didn't know what the template would look like, whether I'd need to use singular or plural, things like that. I could have fixed up the grammar, but I left it as it is to preserve the original.

Here goes:

Dear John, Paul, George, and Ringo,
I am your number one fan!
The first time I saw you, I felt pleasantly surprised. I could not believe a musicians could be so dreamy and fab.
Your role in Ed Sullivan show was gorgeous and simply irreverent.
I've created a collection of fotografias to remind me of you. My bedroom dresser is your shrine, lined with figurines.
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Fan fiction by Rubyrings posted faz 1 mês
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I can’t really explain what it feels like to be sucked into the past. It’s not an unpleasant feeling, but it sure is a strange one, sort of like being tugged backwards and then feeling like you’re nowhere for a few minutes, almost like you’re reloading yourself. That’s the best way I can describe it. Eventually they say they’ll perfect time travel so that it’ll be instantaneous and you won’t feel a thing, but for now, this is what we’ve got.
At last I felt my feet touching the ground, and I looked up to find myself in a small alleyway between two brick walls, without any people around. The Time Traveller is programmed to always land you in a quiet, out-of-the-way area with no people there to ask you why you suddenly appeared out of nowhere. I could see sunlight shining through the entrance up ahead, though, and hear a loud rumbling sound that scared me a little. The air smelled different – sweeter and cleaner than I was used to. My hands felt empty without my phone in them, and I wondered how I would manage for a whole week without it. But in spite of all this, I was thrilled. Somewhere out here, Paul was waiting for me. We would be together –...
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Fan fiction by Rubyrings posted faz 1 mês
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I’m so excited!!!
I bounced down onto my cama with joy, still hardly able to believe that the big dia had come. That I had been allowed to do this at all. It isn't easy, after all, to get accepted to time travel.
I glanced down at my phone screen, rereading for the thousandth time my email of confirmation from the Ministry of Time Travel. “Miss Gloria Voyager, this is to inform you that we have accepted your request to travel back in time to the dates of July 4 – July 11, 1957. Tap the attached link to open your Time Traveller, which will self-delete after you have returned to the present.” There was mais than that, a lot more, mostly warnings about what I was and wasn’t allowed to do while I was back there. It was all very dry, but I had read it all as carefully as I could, not wanting to make a mistake and do something that might change history, which is the reason so few people are allowed to time travel and why it’s so hard to get accepted. If anyone went back in time and changed anything major, it would alter the course of history as we know it and our entire timeline would be different, right up until 2157. You might even stop yourself from...
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List by 80smusiclover1 posted faz 3 meses
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Hello, everyone! Kelly here. The following is a list of things I'd like to see should they decide to make a new Beatles Cartoon. I've had these ideas in my mind for some time now. So, let's begin!

1. I'd like the new cartoon to be produced and animated in England, complete with an all-British voice cast. I'd also like to see references to British culture, history, and of course, plenty of humor!

2. I'd like to see the Beatles wear different outfits in each episode and have different eye colors. In this way, it will be easy to tell them apart. Plus, I'd like the friendship of the band to be the show's central theme, and the plots of the episodes to be a mix of adventure and Slice-of-Life.

3. The episodes of the new Cartoon will follow a new format. However, it will still have the sing-along segment just like the original Cartoon, which will be played after the episode's plot. This will be followed por another segment before the credits roll where John, Paul, George, or Ringo will discuss the episode's moral to the viewers and offer ways to apply them in real life.
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Opinion by Rubyrings posted faz 3 meses
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I found this long Beatles list in our artigos section. I am a Beatles Fan, so I will do this! (Also I amor these filling-out games.)

~Basic Info:
Name: Layla
Middle Name: Pearl
Last name of a Beatle you wish to marry: Lennon (think it has a good ring to it?)

Birthday: July 22


~Favourites:
Beatle: Johnny!
Song: You're actually asking me to choose JUST ONE, aren't you? *groans* Can't be done. I direct you to my artigo "Rubyrings' topo, início Twenty Beatles Songs" for further information.
Album/Albums: Oh, so *here* I get to choose mais than one if I can't pick one.... All right, the answer is Help! It reminds me of the movie.
Period: Early years forever!!! For me this isn't even a question. Sweet, simple amor songs, moptops and suits, the Beatles travelling the world letting their fãs see them live, and they all got along and were like all one person? How could you possibly not like the early years best???
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Fan fiction by Rubyrings posted faz 3 meses
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It was an unusual group that came walking into the restaurant (a nice restaurant, but not the same one the Beatles had taken their unfortunate first girlfriends to) a couple of hours later: the four girls, still smelling of blood and looking like they’d just won a fight; the four Beatles, rumpled and in need of a change of clothes and perhaps a shave, though still as gorgeous as ever; and one very large dog, who stuck close to Jenna but would periodically pad over to Ringo and lick his hand.
“We don’t allow cachorros in...” the waiter started to say, but then stopped when he saw the Beatles.
“He’s with us,” Ringo assured him smoothly.
Jenna grinned. “I’m sorry about Butch and before,” she said when the waiter had taken their orders and left – though she still wore a big smile that suggested maybe she wasn’t completely sorry. “I wouldn’t like you to be scared of him.”
Ringo just laughed. “No, I like big dogs,” he told her. “Just not when they’re set on me.”
“Really?” Jenna’s eyes shone. “You do?”
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Fan fiction by Rubyrings posted faz 3 meses
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Finding the Beatles turned out to be easier said than done.
“What is this place?” gasped Emma, as the four girls and one dog stepped out the kitchen’s other entrance into what they had expected to be another room or a hallway.
Instead, the o espaço was filled with any number of doorways and paths, each one twisting off in a different direction. Some of these hallways separated later on into other hallways, and most of them had multiple doors in the sides. The girls hadn’t realized how mazelike the house was before, because the front entrance led pretty straightforwardly into the kitchen. But now they realized that the Beatles were as well-hidden inside this house as the house was well-hidden in the woods.
“Maybe we should have taken one of those awful women hostage and made her tell us where the Beatles are,” Jenna remarked.
Karen thought. “I wonder... when May said to put us in the other cellar – was that because the Beatles are already in the first one?” She looked at her fellow fãs hopefully, dark blue eyes shining.
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Fan fiction by Rubyrings posted faz 3 meses
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Natalya, Emily, May, and Morag did not expect to have visitors, or that anyone would ever stumble on their secret location. No one ever came out here, and no one had ever had any reason before to think that there might be a house tucked into this corner of the woods, much less to try and find the place. Besides, even if someone did manage to stumble on their house, the place looked far from inviting. It was made of rough grey stone, twisting towards the sky like some misshapen castle, and the rooms inside had a most confusing layout for anyone who didn’t live there and already know the place, full of trapdoors and staircases and rooms hidden within other rooms.
So it was quite a surprise when the four women were sitting drinking chá in their cozinha – plain white and sparsely furnished, save for four potted plants coloured yellow, green, blue, and tolet, violet – and they heard the front door open and close with a determined bang.
May set down her teacup, xícara de chá sharply, rattling the saucer. “What was that?” she demanded, her voice sharp and almost accusatory.
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Fan fiction by Rubyrings posted faz 3 meses
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The hours wore on for the Beatles, and there was no way of telling how much time had passed in their little prison. It could have been the seguinte morning, or afternoon, or the seguinte evening. But as the Beatles hadn’t slept at all last night, and all four were beginning to feel their eyelids getting heavy, they decided it might as well be night. There was no other way to measure time in here then por sleeps. But none of them wanted to drift off, not when they had so little time left.
Paul still insisted they would find a way out of here. “Someone will find us. Or we’ll find a way out we haven’t noticed yet. It’s only a matter of time now.”
His mates wanted to believe him, but all three were feeling decidedly discouraged. There was no way to get out of here – if there was, wouldn’t they have spotted it por now? It wasn’t like there was that much in this place to begin with. And even if someone was looking for them, how would they ever find them here, in this gloomy old basement in a house in the middle of nowhere?
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Fan fiction by Rubyrings posted faz 3 meses
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“Vanished?” repeated Susan, going pale.
Jenna frowned. “The Beatles can’t just vanish! They’ve got to be somewhere.”
Susan shook her head furiously, tears threatening to spill. “I knew it! Those terrible women took the Beatles away, and now Paul could be....” She couldn’t finish.
“Hang on.” Emma had a happier thought. “The Beatles have to be somewhere. We know they’re not anywhere Karen could find them....”
“And since I do know where they’re not, that should help us figure out where they are!” Karen finished, looking pleased. “Good one, Emma.”
“But we still don’t know where to start looking,” Susan added sadly. “Unless they’re still near that restaurant you said they went to....”
“We’ll start there,” Karen decided. “Maybe somebody left a clue. Those fakers can’t hide our Beatles from us!”

Karen knew her way around town remarkably well, and she had a car, having gotten her driver’s license the anterior year. She was able to drive the other girls and Butch to the right place with no problem.
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Fan fiction by Rubyrings posted faz 4 meses
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It was cold in the gloomy basement, and dark. And the Beatles were all so hungry, and thirsty, and bored. There was absolutely nothing in their little corner, save for the dripping end of a pipe that could prolong their lives a little bit, leaking a tiny amount of water into their prison. It wasn’t enough to satisfy any of them, though. And sooner or later, they were going to need food. And while there might be an accidental fonte of water in here, there was no way to get food.
How could they have been so wrong about their girlfriends? Now that the boys looked back on it, they could think of a hundred little signs that their relationships weren’t right. Had they really been so blinded por these four women, when they had thousands of girls they could have chosen from?
“That’s just it, though,” George reminded them. “They were the first girls we found who weren’t fans, what we were looking for.”
John made a face, curled up against the far wall. “And that plan went well, didn’t it?”
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Fan fiction by Rubyrings posted faz 4 meses
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“Brilliant, Susan!” cried Jenna, as the three girls and one dog got off the bus, just a little ways from the best hotel in the city. “How did you know to come here?”
Susan blushed. “I sort of – hitched a ride with the Beatles when they came here. It was the best way to get to meet them. Only it didn’t work,” she added sadly. “Paul didn't – he didn't talk to me – but it wasn't his fault! I sort of – forget myself around him,” she admitted, brown-haired head downcast.
“Did you try composição literária Paul a letter?” Emma interjected here. “I don’t think you need to tell him not to ask you out, but maybe....”
“You just need to get him to notice you,” was Jenna’s opinion. “Make sure he remembers you. Ringo remembers me. Or Butch, anyway,” she added with a mischievous grin.
Susan smiled, but then her face fell as she thought about their mission. “We need to find them first.”
“We will,” Emma assured her, offering her new friend a bright smile. “And the Beatles will have to notice us when we do!”
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Fan fiction by Rubyrings posted faz 4 meses
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Emma leaned out over the airstrip fence, peering anxiously at the runway. The Beatles were supposed to be leaving town today, but she hadn’t seen any sign of them. It wasn't the first time they hadn't appeared when they were supposed to on this tour, either. The Beatles had never shown up to their fans' meet-and-greet the night before. Emma and the other fãs had waited for hours, finally dissolving into despair when it became clear that the Beatles weren’t coming. Some girls had cried, and others had screamed their disapproval, and others had tried to push their way progressivo, para a frente to see if the Beatles were hiding in a back room, demanding their chance to see them, as the security fought in vain to keep the crowd calm. Last night, Emma had been just as frantic and furious as everyone else in the crowd. But this morning, she wondered. Why hadn’t the Beatles shown up? That wasn’t like them. Emma always believed she understood John’s mind better than any other fã in England – and neither John nor any of the other Beatles had ever missed a show or any other event they were supposed to go to.
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Fan fiction by Rubyrings posted faz 4 meses
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The Beatles took their girlfriends out for a fancy jantar in a nice restaurant with dark, secluded tables where no one could see them to bother them. All four Beatles felt a little uncomfortable in the back of their minds, knowing this was the first time they had even not shown up when their fãs were expecting to see them. But sitting here in the candlelight with their best girls, these thoughts seemed somehow unimportant, and were pushed aside.
“Let’s go back and get the car,” Paul said, as they stepped out into the chilly night air a few hours later. “I can drive us up to your house.”
John gave him a look. “I’m driving.”
“Why should you?” demanded Ringo. “I’m driving!”
George frowned. “No, I’m driving.”
“No.” Morag spoke in a clipped, irritated tone, like she thought the Beatles were wasting her time with their debate. “None of you is driving. We’re driving you there in our car. We’re the only ones who know where to go, anyway.”
The Beatles were a little disappointed, but Morag did have a point. The eight made their way across the car park, the women leading the boys to a side road where...
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Fan fiction by Rubyrings posted faz 4 meses
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For the rest of their week in town, the Beatles spent every free minuto with their new girlfriends. They took long walks in the chilly late-fall air, the Beatles holding their girlfriends’ hands after receiving cool nods of permission. This activity, though, meant that the fãs could see them, and many of them made it clear that they were not happy about the Beatles’ choice of girlfriend at all.
“Stupid girls,” muttered Emily again, as she and John passed a small crowd of teenagers who glared at Emily and cast pleading looks at John.
“These ignorant teenagers should be locked away for the good of society,” added Natalya primly, making Ringo feel slightly uncomfortable, as she always did when she started talking like this.
“Oh, they’re not that bad,” he defended his fans. “They’re nice girls; they’re just a bit....”
Natalya shot him a frosty glare. “Do you like them better than me?”
And Ringo gave up trying to defend the fans.
In the evenings, the Beatles had concerts to play, but afterwards they always made time for their girlfriends. At first, after two nights of the same pub, the Beatles decided to take their...
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Fan fiction by Rubyrings posted faz 5 meses
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The seguinte night, the Beatles went back to the same pub and met their new girls again. Emily, May, Morag, and Natalya were perfectly charming, in their own chilly way, and the Beatles were mais encantada than ever.
Neither Beatles nor women had seen any reporters around, but por the seguinte day, everyone knew that the Beatles had found their new girlfriends. And all across England, the fãs were distraught and furious.
“Why?” wailed Emma, staring at the newspaper in her hands at the breakfast table, hardly able to believe what she was reading. “Why would John go for this Emily instead of me? What has she got that I haven’t?”
Chris looked at her a moment, running her hand through her very short brown hair as she considered how to answer. “Emma,” she said after a pause, “you never actually met John, you know....”
“Yes, but I wrote to him,” Emma insisted, shaking her head, bushy brown curls bouncing. “He saw how perfect we are for each other. He knows how I understand him – I was the only one who told him not to marry me! Did – did this Emily use better reverse psychology than I did?”
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Fan fiction by Rubyrings posted faz 5 meses
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The seguinte evening, the Beatles played another concert. Their minds weren’t really on it, though; they were on their quest to find new girlfriends.
After the concert, the Beatles ran out into the cool night air, pursued por their fans. “I amor you, John!” “Kiss me, Paul!” “Marry me, Ringo!” “George! George! I need you!”
None of these girls were what the Beatles were looking for. They put on a burst of speed, leaving the disappointed crowd behind. “In there!” called Paul, pointing to a small, out-of-the-way pub in an alleyway just ahead.
The Beatles made their way to this pub at full speed. They thought they could get in there before their fãs caught up enough to see where they’d gone. They neared the door just as a small group of women were approaching, and Ringo, in the lead at this point, stopped running to open the door and hold it for the women to go through first.
One of the women – there were four of them, the Beatles could see now – turned and looked at him appraisingly. “Thank you,” she said after a moment, her voice cool but pleasant. She didn’t scream or cry or do anything to indicate that she knew or...
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Fan fiction by Rubyrings posted faz 5 meses
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The Beatles stopped in the doorway, a little surprised, but not very. Girls had gotten past security to see them before. Just this afternoon they had found a girl in their car boot, after all.
This girl, at least, wasn’t screaming, but looked at them with a pretty smile. Her fair-skinned face was made up like an actress’s and her shiny black hair fell to her shoulders before coming back up in a flip, held back por a red headband. She had on a red-and-blue dress that showed off her slender figure beautifully.
“There you are,” she said. “I’ve been waiting for you.” She spoke as though the Beatles had just entered her hotel room and not the other way around.
The Beatles all murmured polite hellos, and then George spoke. “Look,” he said, “it’s nice to see our fãs and all, but we’re tired. We’ll give you our autograph, and then you’ve got to leave.”
The pretty girl shook her head. “Oh, no I can’t, not yet. I didn’t come in just to meet you – although that was part of it,” she added, with a meaningful smile at George. “I’ve got to tell you something.”
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Fan fiction by Rubyrings posted faz 5 meses
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“Nice girls, these fãs of ours,” said Paul. “But...”
“Good of them to show us they care and all,” Ringo agreed. “But...”
“And they buy all our records,” George reminded them. “We’d be in trouble without them. But sometimes I think they’re going to wind up smothering us if they keep this up.”
As one, the four boys nodded.
They were lounging around their hotel room, their suit jackets and ties hung up on the backs of chairs and light fixtures and similar, and the Beatles themselves were reclining on the sofá and the rug and the bench for the piano that came with their room. Paul always liked to stay in a room with a piano. There had been a large amount of fã mail waiting for the boys when they came in, and every now and then one of the Beatles would pick up a letter from the pile and open it. But for the most part, they spent their afternoon relaxing, and talking about their experiences since landing in this city.
“They come on too strong,” Ringo went on. “That’s all it is, really.”
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Fan fiction by Rubyrings posted faz 5 meses
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Susan Leigh had planned this all perfectly. She would slip into the boot of the Beatles’ car while everyone else was distracted, while the Beatles were running away from all her fellow fãs and they tried to catch the Beatles por chasing them. She would stow away to their hotel with them, hidden por the instruments and luggage in the back. And then when the boot was opened, and the Beatles found her, she would climb out and face her beloved boys, and she would look deep into Paul’s dreamy eyes and say....
“Eee! Paul!! Huminaminama....”
The Beatles stared at her. Susan twisted her fingers together nervously, eyes shining with excitement and tears. What had she wanted to say again? She knew she’d thought of something, but – oh, there were Paul’s eyes for real, those breathtaking long lashes, and – what colour were they? Susan had always wondered about that, and now even looking at them up close in person, she couldn’t tell.
“Umignabah,” she stammered. Or something like that. Come on, Susan! She’d played this out in her head a million times....
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The airport in Emma’s hometown was completely packed, leaving no doubt in anyone’s mind as to who was coming there. Only one band could attract such a large, devoted crowd. Many of the girls there squealed and pushed progressivo, para a frente to be closer to the barrier, hoping to touch her beloved boys as they arrived.
It was a bright, sunny afternoon, and everyone could see the plane come in as it circled low in the sky, some girls even fancying they could see the boys waving through the windows. A great cheer rose from the crowd. The plane touched down, and four young lads with their hair wonderfully, rebelliously much too long, came down the steps, smiling and waving at the fans.
The fãs screamed, and waved, and pushed progressivo, para a frente harder than ever, trying to get just a little closer to the Beatles they loved so much. Hands reached out, longing to hold them. The crowd of girls surged forward. The police officers who had been posted to keep them away from the Beatles were overwhelmed. The Beatles turned and ran away.
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