I've Just Seen A Face Part 36 "Oh my gosh." I start to panic. Katherine gone, in such a big place like Chicago. How in the world would we find her? Paul doesn't arrive back till morning because I received a telephone call saying that the fans were so wild, they had to be taken to the nearest hotel and locked up in a room. They can't leave the hotel till morning. Poor boys.I've Just Seen A Face Part 36 by vampire8462
I call the police and report a missing child. They said as soon as they find her, they'll bring her right to the hotel.
All I can do is pray and hope. I need someone to panic with, but Shelby is still sleeping. No need to wake her. She needs all the rest she can get. That baby will keep her busy.
"Where's Katherine, mommy?" Mary asks me, sitting on the small bed with me.
"I don't know, honey." I say, starting to cry.
"Are you alright, mommy?" Mary asks. I look into her eyes and see the sadness that was in mine.
"Not really, baby. I'm upset." I say, crying again.
I've Just Seen A Face Part 36 "We are?! That's wonderful!" I exclaim. Paul sets the baby down and we hug and kiss in happiness. The twins we finally sleep and in good time, too. 45 minutes.I've Just Seen A Face Part 36 by vampire8462
"Come on. Everyone's here." Paul says, taking my hand as we go and meet everybody. We find Ringo first, with a glass of wine in his hand and his usually sweet smile.
"There's Paul and his girl!" He says, hugging us both. Ringo is so nice. Next we find Cynthia and John. Cynthia goes off to get more wine and it's just John, Paul, and I.
"There's Paul's beautiful bird!" He says, squishing and attacking me in a hug. I swear, for a second or so, I couldn't breathe. My arms hang awkwardly off the side as John shakes me around in the hug.
"John, stop! You're killing her!" Paul says as John does so. He then gets really close to my face and puts his hand on my cheek.
"C'mon, Macca, she's too beautiful for ya!" John says and laughs a bit.
"Whatever, John." Paul says.
"Look at this face!" Joh
I've Just Seen A Face Part 34 Since Paul had just got out of the bath, his hair was wet and messy and parted in different places. And where Margaret's wine bottle hit, was exactly the spot his hair was parted and the blood came out at instant impact.I've Just Seen A Face Part 34 by vampire8462
"Woopsees!" Margaret says, giggling. I slap her, start screaming, and run over to Paul. Paul makes weird noises of pain. I hurry him into the bathroom and try to help his bleeding gash. I look around for something big enough to put over it once the bleeding halts a bit, and find a long piece of gauze and wrap it on Paul's head.
"Paul, this isn't going to work. You're going to need to go to the hospital." I say.
"Let's go. But wait, who will watch the kids this late at night?" Paul asks. I think for a bit and remember we don't have much time.
"Uh, Freda! I'll call her up, she's stays up late I hope." I say, only wishing that Freda was awake. I run to the phone, trying to ignore a drunken Margaret while I dial Freda's number.
Across The UniverseAcross The Universe by rosetylah
John sighs into the microphone, sitting on a stool with his guitar. He looks around the studio to glance at George, snacking away on something nervously. John decides not to wonder what is stressing the young guitarist, and looks at Ringo instead. Ringo is fiddling with his rings, and switches to beat on his snare drum once or twice before going back to fiddling. Paul walks in front of John's view, almost sassily, which kind of makes John want to laugh. But he doesn't. No one laughs in this studio anymore. He turns behind him and smiles wearily at his loving girlfriend, Yoko, before turning back around. "Across the Universe, take one." he mumbles into the mic, once everyone has gone back to their instruments. John plays the opening notes and goes into the chords. Memories flow back into his mind as soon as it starts.
'Words are flowing out like endless rain into a paper cup, They slither while they pass, they slip away across the universe'
"John, we're doing it my way!" Paul yelled,
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"God, that Chinese food was great!" John cried as he rubbed his stomach, just finishing his dinner.
The other three Beatles grinned and nodded, George burping and muttering, "'Scuse me." Ringo laughed as he pulled out four fortune cookies from the takeout bag.
John swiped his right out of the drummer's hand, and didn't bother removing the piece of paper that held his fortune while he stuffed it in his mouth. Paul sighed and leaned over to John, prying his lips open and pulling the fortune out. He hastily wiped the paper on his sweatervest, not wanting John germs.
"Don't mix business with pleasure," Paul read before John could take his fortune out and try to read it without his glasses.
He smirked, "Well there goes our pre-concert fucks, Macca."
George giggled and grabbed his next, cracking the cookie open and reading his fortune.
"Sheet phwep?" He stared at the slip of paper, not understanding what the hell that meant. He turned it over, trying to decipher the words, but the other side
CameraCamera by rosetylah
"P-Paul?" George poked the heavily sleeping figure in the side, and got only a
muffled "Hmm?" in return.
"PAWLIE!" the younger man shoved Paul violently enough
for him to almost fall out of the bed. Almost.
The bassist regained his balance before he tumbled over the side, and glared at George. "What do ye want? It's like 6 in the morning!" he asked, adding a yawn afterward for effect.
George put his puppy dog face on, and replied, "I can't find my camera! Have ye
seen it?" Paul groaned.
That's what he woke Paul up for? His camera?
"Ye got money, go buy yerself a new one." Paul stated bluntly, before turning over
and pulling the covers above his head once more.
George sighed when he heard the gentle snores come out of the bassist, and moved back to his own bed.
Paul didn't understand! This wasn't just any camera.
"No Georgie, it's not time for funny faces. Stand closer to Peter, he won't bite." George's
Your lossJohn was shaking. This was his first day at a new job being an assistant marketing director for children's toys. The young man, twenty-two at the most, walked quietly down the hallway to the meeting room, his shoes making the only noise.Your loss by rosetylah
He opened the door, and was greeted warmly by a man who he assumed to be his boss. "Welcome to the semi-annual sum-up meeting, I am Mr. Harrison. Please take your seat at that end beside Richard." He pointed to a short man who nodded, and John went to sit down beside him.
"Now, I have an idea for a grand new toy that all of the little boys will adore, and we will greatly profit from!" the boss exclaimed, and took what looked like a Transformer toy out from underneath the table.
"We'll call them Carbots, because they transform from cars into robots!" John glared at the ripped-off toy angrily.
"Ah, yes. So you did look at the surveys I conducted from the nine year old boys, I assume sir?" Richard asked proudly.
"Yes, I did, good job!" Mr. Harrison smiled
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