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"This place is definitely past its prime, huh?", remarked John while everyone walked down the pier's dim hallway and observed the dilapidated surroundings. Robert replied, "Sure is. It feels like it hasn't been opened in a decade!" Just then, they heard the sound of an evil laugh, which made Sparkie tremble in fear. Ringo gave him a gentle pat and made some comforting sounds in response. The laugh was followed por a voice telling the group, "So, you dared to come inside? Well, this is our territory now!" Paul replied, "Not for long, though! We're not scared of ye!" The others nodded in agreement. The voice responded before disappearing, "We'll see about that! Bwa-Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!" Robert remarked, "Mates, I think that would have to be our first clue." Laura replied, "Yep. I'm sure we'll find mais soon." After walking for another ten minutes, the group came across a sign with arrows pointing to three different rooms. This gave George an idea, and he suggested, "Let's dividido, dividir up for a while so we can check them all out. John, you can go to the dining area. Paul and Ringo, you can explore the west wing. Laura, Robert, and I will be in the show, concerto hall. We'll meet each other there afterwards. Is that all right?" Ringo replied, "Certainly, Geo. We've got our flashlights and weapons ready, too." "Excellent!", remarked George. And that's just what they did.

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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...
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posted by Rubyrings
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...
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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...
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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...
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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...
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That night was the most thrilling night of my life. Ringo told me I could stay and have jantar with him, and then after dinner, he had a show, concerto to do, and he said I could stay backstage and watch! And I did, and he was just amazing! His songs, even without the other three Beatles there, were so beautiful! I couldn't believe that my friends didn't listen to him, at least!
I slept on the sofa in Ringo's hotel suite that night, and the seguinte day, I decided I could ask him to take me to George. That was different from asking Paul to help me find Ringo, because Ringo knew about my plan. I had decided...
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I collapsed into the grama at the topo, início of the hill, near the man who could only be Paul McCartney. I was so out of breath from running and from the sheer delight of seeing him that I couldn't speak.
Paul must've heard me, though. He stopped playing and looked around at me. "Oh, hello," he said, with this adorable puzzled look in his eyes. "Who are you?"
At least, I think that's what he said. His accent was so strong I couldn't be sure. It was also so beautiful that it was all I could do to actually pay attention to what he was saying and not just bask in the melodious tones. He kept looking at...
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