Nowhere Girl Part 9"John!! Stop!!" I scream, drawing everyone's attention to the scene. Paul, Lilly, and Martina join in, Paul trying to get John off of George. I help, and with the combined power of Paul and I, we get John off.Nowhere Girl Part 9 by vampire8462
He's cussing like a wild idiot and kicking crazily as we drag him away. We prop him up in a corner and hail a taxi.
Everyone leaves except me. I run back over to George. The first time I saw him hurt in the hospital, his eyes were open and I knew he was okay. I mean, not fully, but I mean George was still George.
But now, the life is drained from his face. But you barely notice it behind all the blood gushing from his face. I don't even think I can describe it without breaking down.
Some kind fellow comes up to me.
"You want me to call an ambulance or cab or something?" He asks. I think it over a bit.
"Cab." I reply. The kind fellow gets one for me and helps me get George in the car. I thank the man and tell the cab driver where to go
Nowhere Girl Part 8(Sorry this is so short!)Nowhere Girl Part 8 by vampire8462
When George is able to go home, we all go out (John, Martina, Lilly, George, Paul, and I) to a place called the Cavern Club. The boys tell me they've played here before.
We all pile in the cramped place and I comfy myself up on a bar stool, ordering a drink to try and relax my mind. Paul, Martina, and John go off in the crowd somewhere, but I don't mind, they'll surface eventually. Lilly's up near the stage. She's always loved music and has been here multiple times before.
I watch the band play . I didn't catch the name but they don't sound too bad. Must just be some Skiffle group.
George comes over and sits on a stool next to me, lighting a ciggie.
"I'm sorry about the day in the hospital, love, I was high on that pain killer stuff they gave me." George says.
"Oh, c'mon. I've known you long enough to tell that you're lying." I reply. He takes a long drag.
"And what if I wasn't?" He asks challengingly.
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,
Fortune CookiesFortune Cookies by rosetylah
"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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