Beatles

Paul blinked as the last of the mist disappeared, wondering if he was seeing his surroundings wrong. What was he doing in his own cozinha in Scotland when he was supposed to be in New York saving John? Had the time travel even worked? For one brief, heart-stopping moment, Paul thought it hadn't and that all his excitement over the past few days had been for nothing, but then he realized the cozinha looked a little different. The furniture wasn't positioned exactly the same as it had been and the towels hanging up weren't the same ones he'd left that morning. Even the clothes Paul was wearing...

Brian was the first person the Beatles told of their newfound band name, and he was quite pleased about it. "'The Beatles' is a great name, lads - it's catchy and unique. And it helps to have something to call you. I've just had an inquiry about a segundo apresentação, show, gig for you!"
It turned out that one of the students at the high school where the Beatles had played last night had a father who managed a pub with nightly entertainment. As his enthusiastic daughter had spent half the night talking about how wonderful the band at her high school's dance had been, her father had decided to call up their manager...

Stunned silence, and then the four lads burst into various cheers.
A apresentação, show, gig tonight! Their first apresentação, show, gig - well, not really their first, the boys saw the department-store apresentação, show, gig from last mês as their first, but their first one that their hosts actually wanted them to play! "Where are we going?" cried Winston happily.
Of course, por now his bandmates all knew the answer. "To the toppermost of the poppermost!"
Brian was looking very pleased for the lads. "Your apresentação, show, gig starts at eight tonight, so I'll be here at seven to drive you over; as I'm your manager, I'd like to come along and see how you do. Have you...

It was a pleasant-faced man with wavy dark hair, holding a number of records in his arms. The lads had been right to think he was young - he didn't appear to be much older than twenty - but there was a professional air about him all the same. The four bandmates wondered who he was, but the store manager asked the pergunta first. "And who are you?"
The young man shifted his records to one arm and pulled out a card from inside his suit. "Brian Epstein, record comprar owner and música manager." He handed his card to the store manager, who examined it with a slight frown. "I'd rather you didn't arrest...

A lot of you have written an artigo like this already. Now it's my turn. I'd have done it a little sooner, but I wanted to finish The Beast Of Bodmin Moor before I wrote another kind of article. So here goes.
I wish I could say that my first word was "Beatles" and my baby self would squeal with delight every time my father played one of their songs, but that wasn't how it happened. Growing up, I knew there was a band called the Beatles, but not much mais than that. My dad is into classic rock música and so it was impossible that there wouldn't be any Beatles at all around. Actually, my earliest...

The Beatles stared at the picture of the horrible creature. Finally, Paul spoke. "The Beast of Bodmin Moor? What's that got to do with any of this?"
"Listen." John turned the book so he could see the words better, and began to read aloud.
"'The Beast of Bodmin Moor is a malevolent cougar-like creature that is thought to have originated from Cornwall, England. He has a brown body, pointy ears, talon-like claws, and long, straight-edged fangs. This monster has the ability to suck the soul out of his unsuspecting victims por breathing through his nostrils, which in turn absorbs it, causing the Beast...

The Beatles were back together, and I had never been happier. The Beatles never forgot what I had done for them, and I became sort of their official number-one fan. They sent me their new records as soon as they released them, and they always signed them. I got free tickets to many of their concerts, and they would sometimes just call me or send me a letter to ask how I was doing, and to tell me a little bit about their lives, which were happier than ever. The Beatles told me that they had all promised each other that if they ever had problems again, they would work them out right away instead...