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It's now or never [04 Sep 2010|12:49am]

idaniel
(Esher, London, 1965)

(George is in the doorway, ready to go out)
- I'll be back later.
- All right, darling! (kisses him; he goes out)
(minutes later...)
(someone knocks on the door; Pattie answers it, it's Paul, carrying a guitar case)
- Oh, hello, Paul!
- Hello, Pat!
- Come in!
- Thanks. Is George home?
- Aw, he left ten minutes ago.
- Oh. I wanted to show him something. (he sits on the sofa)
- Really? What? (she sits next to him)
- Oh. Well, I made an arrangement for a song for our next record.
- Oh!
- Want to hear it?
- Sure!
(he takes the guitar from the case; strums it a little bit and starts playing the intro to "It's now or never")
- Elvis?
- Yeah, we never did any of his songs on our records, I think it's time we sort of paid a tribute.
- Really?
- Yeah, the others are thrilled about it!
- George has to hear it, then.
- Yeah!
- Uh-huh.
(he starts playing the song again; his voice gets very potent)
"It's now or never, come hold me tight..."
(Pattie is impressed)
- Wow!
(he looks at her and smiles)
"Kiss me my darling, be mine tonight..."
(he gets very serious)
"Tomorrow will be too late... It's now or never, my love won't wait."
(he starts looking at her)
"When I first saw you with your smile so tender (she smiles), my heart was captured, my soul surrendered..."
(sings the next verses with confidence and a twinkle in his eye, which she doesn't notice)
"I'd spend a lifetime waiting for the right time... Now that you're near, the time is here at last."
(he stops)
- Oh! Keep going!
- Really?
- Yes! You don't have to go now, do you?
- Not really. In fact, I was going to wait for George, if you don't mind.
- Absolutely!
- (he smiles) All right, then. (he starts playing the song where he left off)
"It's now or never, come hold me tight... Kiss me my darling, be mine tonight..."
(she is leaning on one hand and has a dreamy look on her face)
"Tomorrow will be too late... It's now or never, my love won't wait."
(she raises an eyebrow and has the impression that his face changed somehow, that he has a more cynical look on his face, but she changes her mind as soon as the next verse begins)
"Just like a willow, we would cry an ocean... If we lost true love and sweet devotion..."
(she realises she wasn't wrong when his voice becomes sort of husky for the next verses; she opens her eyes wide, surprised)
"Your lips excite me, let your arms invite me... For who knows when we'll meet again this way..."
(he has a "predator" look on his face, his eyes get bigger and darker; he sings the next verses looking deep into her eyes)
"It's now or never, come hold me tight... Kiss me my darling, be mine tonight..."
(she gulps; his eyes are half-closed and he suddenly has full, red lips)
"Tomorrow will be too late... It's now or never, my love won't wait..."
(he looks deep into her eyes; she breathes hard and fast)
"It's now or never, my love won't wait..."
(he's leaning towards her staring at her lips; she starts moaning)
"It's now or never, my love won't wait!"
- Oh, my God!
(he tosses the guitar aside; grabs her and gives her a long kiss; she does the same)
- AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
(Pat gets up all of a sudden and sits on her bed for a while, breathing hard)
- Darling? Are you all right?
- What? (still startled)
- Was it a bad dream?
- No... just scary...
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A day in the lives [18 Dec 2009|04:05pm]

idaniel
The city was quite calm. You could hear the wind howling. He approached the saloon. A few people were there and they all looked at him when he came in. He recognized the faces. No one dared mention his name, they just mentioned in low voices that the fastest gunman in the whole West had arrived. Him and his fair girl, Miss M.

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Tonight was the night. He would face a very demanding audience, he'd heard. But he would win them all, after all, he was J The Magnificent. The world had never seen such an amazing illusionist. With the assistance of the lovely Cey, he'd perform the magic trick of a lifetime: he'd make them all disappear...

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The house was crowded. Many hungry faces staring at him. Some with pitiful looks on their eyes, some with angry looks. He knew one thing: he would work like a dog that night! Many people to wait on! Which would be a good thing, if the angry faces were less. He wished he had someone to help, but he didn't have anyone. His helper, his right hand, his one was far away tonight. Somewhere in the East. Oh, well. He'd do it alone. And he would do his job well!

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He was happy. The last project had been a success! The moon wouldn't be far away. The life of an astronaut had it perks: parties, prestige, the acknowlegment of the Queen! But it could get quite lonely. His beautiful companion wasn't there. Maybe he'd get away from it walking among people. But he really wished he was on a desert beach, the sun on his face, the soft hums of the ocean... he tripped on something. What's this? A bottle? It looked like it was dirty, so he wiped it off with his hand. Suddenly he saw a cloud of smoke and a girl behind all that smoke. She started speaking!
- Oh, thanks! Oh, looks like you're my master! I live to serve you.
- Don't tempt me!
- Heehee!
(Someone approaches them)
- Hey! What's going on here?
- Look at him, darling! (she points to the man she was talking with before)
- Oh, come on. Did you two set it up?
- Nope!
- Of course not!
(A couple comes near the three of them)
- Hello! Hey, look at that!
- Awww, cute! Uh-oh! Sorry!
- Humpf!
(Another couple comes by)
- He-hey, this is quite an amusing situation!
- What a coincidence!
- Yeah, George, you're the odd one out.
- Shut up, John.
- Well, no one told you to dress up like a waiter!
- He didn't want to dress up. I had to convince him to put it on.
- I bet he made you dress like Jeannie...
- He did! I wanted to be a ballerina!
- Well, that was the least you could do after telling me two days before your birthday party that you planned it to be a costume one!
- Oh, dear, I didn't think you would mind!
- John, do me a favour.
- Yes?
- Make them all disappear, will you?
- That was my intention, but the stars aren't cooperating. Why don't you ask Ringo The Kid here?
- My loaded guns are in the other belt!
- Bloody half-arsed gunman you are!
- And you're a lousy waiter! Me and my fair M are still waiting for something to eat!
- Fine... Pat, can you get Ringo something to eat? Where is she?
- She's there, talking to Major... McCartney!
- Pat!
- ... (she doesn't answer)
- Jeannie!!!
- Yes, mast... oh, you're not my master. He's over there. (waves to Paul; he waves back)
- What?!
- Just joking, darling! (kisses him)
- People are hungry.
- So? You're the waiter!
- Come on, Jeannie, you've caused enough trouble around here. (Paul pulls her by the arm)
- Aaah!
- Hey!
- I'm going to help her in the kitchen, George!
- (he follows them) I'm going to supervise. I'm the butler, after all.
- Waiter.
- Yeah, whatever.
(In the sitting-room, after witnessing the previous scene)
- John, I think our lives as Beatles are quite nice...
- Yeah, I wouldn't trade it for any other life!

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Old friends... [13 Dec 2009|12:55am]

idaniel
London, 1968

Rinnnnng!
- Yes?
- Hello, Cyn.
- Paul! Uh... come in! (he does)
- How are you?
- Miserable.
- Aww... Sorry. Uh... for you. (gives her a rose)
- Aww. Thanks. (she half-smiles)
- Are you alone?
- Yes. (she puts the rose in a vase with some other flowers)
- Where's Julian?
- With mother.
- Mm.
- Tea? (offers the tea with tears in her eyes)
- Yes, pl- Oh, Cyn... come here. (hugs her)
- What have I done to deserve it, Paul? (hugging him back)
- Well... the question is... what haven't you done? Hehe.
- Oh...
- Sorry. That was uncalled for.
- (letting go of him) I guess I knew it was coming. I just didn't want to face it.
- Cyn-
- I know, I know, "everybody knew". (she throws herself on the sofa and wipes her tears, looking frustrated)
- No. (he sits next to her) He's just not the same anymore. I feel I can't talk to him. I don't know how!
- Really? (stops crying)
- Yes. Every time I try to talk to him, she's there. Or she isn't and he tells me that I can talk to her and she can give him the message!
- Prick!
- Sometimes I feel like punching him in the face, but I... can't. And it'd just cause more trouble.
- Did he tell you about the circumstances in which I found... them?
- He told me he casually said "good morning" while she was wearing your dressing gown!
- Exactly. As if nothing had happened! As if having a weird japanese woman in our house was an ordinary thing!
- Sod!
- I don't understand, Paul. I've been nothing but good to him.
- I know.
- I think I'm a good person.
- You are a wonderful person!
- Maybe I'm not good enough...
- No, Cyn. You are good enough for anyone. John just... he never knows what he wants.
- That's... right!
- Nothing's ever good to him.
- ... (she's looking at him)
- No one's ever good to him. When he finds someone, it'll be too late! (angrily)
- ... (listening intently)
- I just wish he did before. I just wish he realised he's...
- ...
- (looks at her) Lost it.
- Oh, Paul... (laughs a bit)
- I'm serious. You are kind and considerate. And intelligent. Clever. Artistic.
- Boring.
- No! We've had incredible conversations, you are anything but boring.
- Huh!
- Cyn.
- What?
- You are one of the most fantastic people I've ever met.
- Stop it, Paul! (laughs a bit again)
- I'm serious. Anyone who can't see how marvellous you are is blind to... life!
- Hahahaha! You're cute.
- And you're beautiful.
- Thanks. (smiles sincerely)
- Not at all. Look, Cyn... I know your separation is recent, but...
- Paul...
- And I may have had a couple of glasses of wine...
- Don't!
- How about it, Cyn? How about you and me getting married now?
- Hahahahaha!
- Ah, see? You're happy about it!
- Paul.
- Yes?
- You're the sweetest.
- And you're the kindest.
- Aww, that-
- And the most beautiful...
- Paul-
- ... (kisses her)
(a minute later)
- Oh, my...
- (whispers) Oh, shit...
- Uh...
- Cyn, I'm so sorry.
- I know.
- I'm going to... leave...
- I think it's important that you do.
- All right... Uh... See you, then!
- Bye!
- If you need anything... you can... (does the phone gesture with his hand)
- I know!
- (he's near the door) All right, would a hug be too inappropriate?
- Hehe, I guess not.
- (he smiles and hugs her; lets go after a few seconds) Bye...
- Bye, Paul. Thank you.
- Not at all.
(she watches him leave; closes the door)
- If only things had been different... hahahaha, that's silly!
(Paul is outside the house, watching her)
- Maybe if things had been different, Cyn... (pauses for a minute) Nah! (chuckles)

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Ah, girl... [09 Nov 2009|10:52pm]

idaniel
Manchester, 1965

(morning; John knocks on Paul's hotel room door)
- Paul! Wake up!
- John?
- Yeah! (he opens the door and goes in) Why do you sound so gir- ohh... (he sees a pretty girl lying on Paul's bed)
- Good morning.
- Good morning! How are you?
- Tired.
- He's worn you out, has he?
- What?
- Where is he, by the way? He's late for breakfast.
- "He" who?
- Is he in the bathroom? (goes towards the bathroom) Paul!
- What?!
- Look, you're pretty, there's no reason to get so upset just because he's already downstairs and you're here.
- What the bloody hell are you talking about?
- Come on, it's no secret now, you should know, as a... fan and all.
- Secret? What?
- Yeah, you know... what do they say again? "Wam-bam-thank-you-ma'am"? Hehe...
- John, are you on something?
- No, love. I'm trying to spare you of the heartache. He's not the only one who can be sweet.
- Who the fuck is this "he"?!?
- Oh, you're cute, but you're tough too. You're probably just like him... don't even need to say goodbye...
- For the last time, John, because you're driving me nuts: who the hell are you talking about?
- Paul, of course! But in case you don't mind, here it comes: fancy banging another Beatle?
- WHAAAAAAAAT?!
- Didn't like the wording, then?
(she goes towards the bathroom; John sits on Paul's bed; he hears a muffled scream from the bathroom)
- AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!
(John frowns)
- Are you all right in there?
(The girl comes out of the bathroom, wide-eyed)
- What happened, love?
- John...
- Yes? (flashes his best smile)
- Don't smile stupidly at me.
- You know, you sound awfully familiar...
- That's because I am...
(John tilts his head and squints; the girl sits beside him)
- What the fuck happened? Why am I like this?
- Oh, eewwwww! (John leaps from the bed)
- I know!
- Paul????
- Yes! God, I sound terrible!
- But you look great... oh, fucking hell, what am I saying?
- You hit on your best friend, John. (says this in a mocking tone)
- How did...
- That's what I'm trying to figure out!
- We have a TV appearance today! What are you going to do?
- I don't know, I... you won't help me?
- Knock knock! (George and Ringo come in)
- Why are you taking so lo- Oh, hello! (Ringo smiles at "the girl")
- (Paul frowns) Sod you, Ringo!
- I know you prefer Paul, but you don't have to be so bitchy about it!
- (John stifles a laugh) Ok, ready for a trip?
- What kind?
- (John looks at Paul and laughs) Kinda worse than our daily ones... but somehow, much more amusing!
- (Paul frowns again) ...
- Where's Paul, anyway?
- George, you're looking at him!
- WHAT?!
- Or shall we say "her"? Pfff...
- John, seriously.
- George, don't I look a teensy bit familiar to you?
- Long black hair... thick eyebrows... "stuck-up" nose and big teeth... Paul!
- Aaah! (he buries his face in his hands)
- Paul, is that really you?
- Yes, Ringo! Who else would I be?
- No one, evidently... just a girl in PMS! (the others giggle)
- How did this happen?
- By the satisfied look on my face, you can tell I know it, in details!
- Yes, PMS all right!
- George, stop staring at my... mmm. (He looks down his own shirt) Blimey, I'd be staring at me! Whoa! Wait a minute! (He goes towards the bathroom and checks himself in the mirror) I'm hot!
(the others roll their eyes)
- Yeah, you're the sexiest, hottest woman who can't leave this hotel room.
- Wait a minute, I've got an idea. (John takes the phone receiver)
- John, what are you doing?
- Yes, reception? Can you please send a bottle of scotch, a glass, some biscuits and... a maid's uniform to 1031? (...) Yes, it's most urgent. (...) Brilliant. Thanks.
- A maid's uniform?
- So Paul can leave the room. (he smiles)
- A bottle of scotch?
- I think the only way we can get you out of here in a maid's uniform is getting you drunk, Paulie.
- And the biscuits?
- I'm hungry.
- Mmm...(Paul starts crying)
- Paul, you've got some liquid discharge coming out of your eyes...
- I can't help it! I'm sad!
- You shouldn't cry a river just because you're... sad!
- Be a girl for five minutes when you've been a man all your life and you'll know what I'm sad about!
- Okay, that was weird.
- Here, Paul. (Hands him a handkerchief)
- Thanks, Ringo.
- I just hate to see girls cry.

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Forget-me-not [28 Oct 2009|11:29pm]

idaniel
(London, 1964)

(Middle of the night; George is heading towards the kitchen)
- Stupid idea... "Stay for one more, George, you're not going to abandon us now, are you?" "I would if my name was Phyllian Rectum. Hey, wait a minute! Hahaha!" Aaaaaaaarghh! Sodding headache!
(tump! tump! tump!)
- What's that?
(tump! tump! tump!)
- What the...
(he's in the kitchen)
- Paul?
(Paul is banging his head on the wall)
- PAUL!
(he keeps on doing it)
- Paul, stop it! (George pulls him)
- Hello.
- What are you doing?
- ... (Paul looks at him with a puzzled expression)
- Paul? Are you ok?
- ... (Paul stares at him)
- All right. When you wish to talk, I'm all ears... (George says that with a mocking tone in his voice, near the refrigerator)
- Hey, who's Paul?
- Ha. Hahahahahahaha...
- What?
- Heh. That's an old one. You don't expect me to fall for that, do you?
- What's your name?
- Go to bed, Paul. (George takes a sip from a glass of milk)
- Paul... you keep calling me that, it must be me.
- Yes, that would be you, now, go to bed and stop bugging me!
(Paul keeps looking around the kitchen; he suddenly looks at the ceiling and keeps staring.)
- PAUL!
- Yes?
- What are you doing?
- Huh?
- All right. I'm off to bed. See you!
(Paul tilts his head and just looks at George with a blank expression on his face)
The next morning...
- Uaaaaaah!...
- Morning, George!
- Hey, George.
- Hey. Where's Paul?
- Must be still sleeping.
- He isn't up yet?
- No, why?
- Hah. He was all lost here in the kitchen yesterday. It was sort of amusing.
- Lost?
- Yeah! Sort of staring at nowhere. He looked like a sanatorium refugee. Hahahahaha, it was fun!
(Ringo and John look at each other with puzzled expressions)
- Hahahahahahahaha!
- George. Are you sure YOU aren't the one losing his mind?
- I'll go fetch the paper.
(John leaves)
- You should've seen him, Ringo. He looked dafter than ever!
- Are you sure you weren't... dreaming?
- I'm telling you, I-
(John comes to the kitchen, wide-eyed, holding the newspaper under his arm)
- John...
- You won't believe what I saw...
(They all get out of the kitchen and go outside the house)
- Oh, my.
- Pffff... heeheehee...
(George looks at Ringo and gives him a "Told you" smile)
- HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH! (John explodes in laughter)
- JOHN! Hehehe. Stop it, there's something wrong with Paul!
- Yeah, his tiny lit-
- SHUT UP! Let's bring him insi- let's wake him up.
- Whatever possessed him to sleep NAKED outside the house?
- I told you he was weirder than usual.
- Paul! (Ringo pokes him on the shoulder)
- Paul, wake up! (John kicks him)
(the other two look at him with disapproving looks)
- Sorry. (he smiles)
- PAUL! WAKE UP! (George yells)
- PAUL!
- Let me. (John approaches Paul and gets on his knees near his friend's ear)PAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUL!
- AAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!
- Done.
- (Paul looks at his friends with a lost expression) Who are you?
- (George yawns) I'll go finish my breakfast. (he goes inside the house)
- Paul?
- You ok? Want a blanket?
- I'm going to... uaaah! go to the bank. I've got a lot of work to do.
- At the bank?
- I should put some clothes first, huh?
- That'd probably be safer for you.
(he gets up and stops in front of the door)
- Aaaah! Oh, my God! (an old lady passes by and sees Paul in that state; he casually looks at her and turns around again; John and Ringo stifle a laugh)
(Paul stares at the door)
- Uh...
- Let's go inside, Paul.
- What?
- You live here.
- I do?
- Yes.
(they push him inside)
- Okay. Come clean: what have you been taking?
- What?
- Listen: for a person to...
- Who are they?
- Who?
- There!
(Paul points to a picture of The Beatles, hung on the wall)
- (John looks at Ringo) Ringo, would you judge me if I had a laughter breakdown?
- (Paul approaches the picture) Hey, this is you!(he looks at the picture and points to Ringo) And this is you!(does the same and points at John)
- What a breakthrough!
- And that's the bloke who was talking to me last night! But... "The Beatles"? What... what... are you some kind of gang?
- Uh... don't you recognise the fourth one there? (Ringo goes towards the picture)
- No!...
(John gets near them with a mirror in his hand; he pokes Paul)
- Paul!
- (Paul turns around and sees himself in the mirror) AAAAAAAH!
- AAAAAAAHHH! HAHAHAHAHAHA! I've always wanted to do that!
- That's... that's me!
- Such a discovery!
(George comes to the sitting-room, eating a piece of toast)
- Hey, the tea is getting cold...
- Forget breakfast, this is much more entertaining!
- You're not trying to tell me that you believe him, are you?
- George, look at him, he's completely lost!
- You two are dafter than him!
- George, he's totally off his rocker!
- Ok, whatever. I ate the last piece of toast since you sods don't want it. Aaand I'm off to the shower.
- Take Mr Memoryless with you, will you?
- (he gives them a look) Come on, Paul.
- Are we a cult of some sort? (they're going up the stairs)
- Yes, we sacrifice swedish virgins in exchange for emerald stones.
- Who do we offer them to?
- Jewellry salesmen.
- That's a dirty business.
- You're telling me! Go to your room, Paul.
- Uhh...
- The second one on the left.
- Really?
- Yes.
- Oh, well. (he goes in)
(...)
- John.
- Yeah?
- Seriously: what do you think happened?
- He looked sort of out of it, didn't he?
- He did.
- You know what, Ringo?
- What?
- I have no idea.
Three hours later...
- Ok, fellas, ready to go?
- Where's Paul?
- Is he still up there?
- Let's see. (Ringo goes up the stairs and knocks on Paul's door)
- Paul! Are you still in there?
- Yes!
(Two seconds later, a rather ragged Paul comes in through the front door)
- Good morning, good morning! Lovely day, isn't it?
(John and George look at each other with puzzled looks and then at Ringo, who looks at them with the same kind of look on his face)
- Let me just quickly wash my face, we have a long day today! Hehe!
(they stare at Paul as Ringo opens the door to his room; it's empty; he comes back down with a worried look on his face; meanwhile, Paul is going up the stairs)
- Hey, Ring! (Ringo stares at him but he continues to go up the stairs, whistling a happy melody; he goes into the bathroom; peeks through the bathroom door as the other three slam the front door shut, having just left)

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Window shoping [10 Oct 2009|03:59pm]

idaniel
Liverpool, 1956


- Wow... wow! Imagine the things you could do with that, John!
(a man approaches him)
- Nice guitar, isn't it, young man?
- Fantastic!
- The incredible sounds one can get with that...
- Exactly!
(...)
- As a good salesman, Brian, you should talk to possible future clients, like that man ouside the shop.
- You mean, the good-looking one, wearing a leather jacket?
- No, the one beside him. That's Jim McCartney, he played in a jazz band.
- That's interesting!
- Always be polite, never push any product on him and give him your full attention.
- Yes, sir.
(...)
- So, do you play the guitar?
- I... sort of... yes, I do.
- Mm. I have a son who's into guitars too.
- Really?
- Yes. The boy plays it so much that we are starting to think it's an appendix of his own body.
- Hehehe.
- I tell him, 'well, as long as it doesn't interfere with school!'
- School... just a daft phase we have to go through in life...
- I beg your pardon.
- Well, yeah, I mean, you're not going to learn what to do with your life there.
- Listen here, my boy...
- And what you do learn in school, you can just pick up a book and read about it.
- Oh, I pity the future of this country!
- Excuse me!
- Yes?(together)
- Can I help you with something?
- Yes, this guitar. Could I have a look?
- Yes, sir.
- I was thinking of giving it to my son... (gives John a look; John glares at him)
- By all means!
(He goes inside the shop; John walks away)
- Stupid old geezer!
TUMP!(he runs into a boy more or less his height and age)
- Oh, sorry!
- Sorry, mate!
(the boy goes into the shop)
- Hey, dad, here I am. Sorry I'm late.
- Oh, hello, son. So, what do you think? (shows him the guitar)
- Wow, it's fantastic!
- Isn't it? And to think it could have gone to some arrogant brat!
- Really?
- Yes! He said he plays the guitar... I hope you don't get mixed with the likes of him, Paul.
- Dad, you know me. I can't stand arrogant people.
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Prissy [05 Aug 2009|11:44am]

spassos
 - I'm a loooooooooooo- wtfomfg *waves arms frantically*
- What's up, John?
- Forgot the lyrics?
- They're not that hard, y'know.
- Nothing.
- You just had a fit and it was nothing.
- I didn't have a fit.
- You just nearly punched me and George at the same time.
- You were running for the hills, mate.
- Can we just start again? It's not like we don't do it all the time.
*they look at each other puzzled*
- A moth.
- What?
- It was a moth.
- That tiny little butterfly there?
- It's a moth.
- That tiny ickle winnie little thing there?
- It's a m-o-t-h.
- Ok, that tiny little harmless moth over there?
- It came right at me.
- Nature is attacking you... I see.
- First girls, now nature. Life is not easy being a Beatle and all.
- It's all in the mind.
- Can you just shut up and carry on?
- *voice from the outside* Ok lads, enough.
- In a one, a two, a three...
- I'm a loooooooooser.
- Yep.
- I'm a loooooooooser.
- Yes, you are.
- And I'm not what I appear to be
- A girl.
- Paul.
- Yes.
*others stop playing*
- Dear, dear, Paul.
- Yes, John.
- CAN YOU SHUT THE F*#% UP AND DO YOUR F&%$ING JOB, dear?
- Sure, darling.
- Thank you.
- John.
- Yes.
- It's coming.
- *rolls eyes*
- John. Seriously. It's coming.
- *looks a bit worried*
- Right at you.
- Where?
- Look up.
- Where?
- A bit more.
- WHERE? 
- Actually, you can look down again, it's at the mic, you nearly swallowed it.
- GAH! *jumps back, trips on wires, knocks down spare bass and lands on Ringo*
- George! Neil! Can someone do something? Please?

*after a small break*

- Unfortunately we can't stay in the studio much longer.
- Why don't we just go over to my place to finish this off? We'll save up some time trying to get those chords right tomorrow.
- No problem.
- Sure.
- But mum is having those people from the church over for tea, so we'll have to stay in the basement. And behave.
- Oh, I had good times in that basement...
- Yeah, that's why mum doesn't like you as much.
- What are you saying, she loves me?
- You think everyone loves you, Paul.
- Not everyone, just the females.
- Try not to speak of my mum as one of your females please.
- Will do.
- Should we be off then?

*At George's*

- Let's play Kansas, it'll sound good.
- Well, it's a one two three four...  
- Well, I'm going down to get some...
- HAHAHAHA
- We better not put that.
- Why not?
- Specially with you singing?
- I can see it already! "18+ album released by the Beatles"
- I don't know why they can and we...
- Is that a G?
- I don't know, I think it goes like this...
- But what is that...
- I don't know but it sounds good.
- GAH!
*all stop, all stare*
- Holy mother of...!
- Why are we getting religious now?
- Are we dying?
- Not that I know of, unless it's the apocalypse and they forgot to warn me.
- A.. a... RAT! There! You see? The boxes moving?
- A rat?
- Yes, George, a rat! Isn't this cleaned? I knew this was a bad idea.
- First a moth, and now a rat?
- Moths are disgusting ok?
- AND RATS?
- Oh, Mr.-Moths-are-cute-and-John-is-silly, deal with it now.
- They... they have diseases!
- Mr.- I'm-so-good-fearless-and-I-can't-think-of-anything-right-now
- But...
- Go talk to it Paul, maybe it's a female.
- But...
- Go on... *laughs*
- It's a rat!
- You're just being prissy, now.


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The divan [19 Jun 2009|12:04am]

idaniel
- Well! Are you going to sit there all day?
- Yes.
- Aren't you going to do something useful instead?
- Mm-m.
- Darling, I know it's rough, but you can't just sit there all day.
- Why not?
- You are a gifted young man, for one.
- You're just saying that.
- You know that's not true. You've got brilliance pouring through every pore!
- Oh... thanks.
- If others can't appreciate that, then... it's their loss!
- (he smiles)...
- I just wish you'd get up!
- Oh... What's the point?... I can't do anything alone and I can't be in the same room with them for more than half an hour, we start arguing!
- Shh... come here...
(he gets up and sits near her)
- And it's over the silliest things too! Like "Why did you pick up the tambourine???"
- Oh, my!
- And it always, always ends up being my fault! "I picked the tambourine because Paul said there was going to be tambourine in the song!"
- I see...
- I'm so tired of that... I catch myself apologising for things I didn't even do!
- That's unfair...
- It's so unfair! I try hard to do what's best for the band, but I seem to screw things up every time!
- Oh, darling... (caresses his cheek)
- And the more I do, the deeper I sink! I'm almost out of breath!
- Aww...(she kisses his head)
- And you know what's worse? (he lies down and rests his head on her lap)
- What?
- They hate me...
- Oh, no! No...
- But I love them!...
- I know... (she is still caressing him)
- I don't think I can live without them! (he starts crying)
- Oh, God...
- What am I going to do??? (still crying)
- Darling, listen.
- Mmm.
- They're your friends! They don't hate you!
- They do...
- Shh! Don't say that!
- It's true...
- Look at me. (he does) The time will come when they will see that you're doing what's best for them.
- ...
- They'll see you won't abandon them just because they don't care right now.
- ... (still crying)
- They will see you love them and then they'll thank you. You just have to let things run their natural course!
- You really think so?
- Yes, darling. Just let it be.
- Yeah...
- (she smiles)...
- What would I do without you?
- (she smiles again) That's what I'm here for.
- I love you, mum.
- I know, Paul. I love you too. Happy birthday.

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Nobody knows you when you're down and out [28 Apr 2009|10:47pm]

idaniel
Liverpool, 1958

- Detention for you, Mr McCartney! You're lucky not to get expelled!
- ... (he nods)
- And you, Miss Hollinger! You've disappointed me!
- ... (she cries)
- What you did was a serious offense! What on Earth do you think this is? A nightclub?
(they don't say anything; the girl is still crying)
- Your parents will know about this. The secretary is already on the phone.
- (thinking) I'm fucked!
- (thinking) Oh, noooo!
(a young woman comes in)
- You called, headmaster?
- Yes, Ms Carter. I'd like you to have a word with Miss Hollinger here.
- Wendy! What are you doing here?
- She'll tell you all about it.
- And... Paul! What did you do this time?
- Why don't you ask Miss Hollinger!
- Uh-oh... Now I know why I was required...
- Yes, Ms Carter. The children seem to open up to you more. Besides, you're a Science teacher.
- Uh-huh!
- These two need to learn more about... scientific facts!
- Absolutely! Come with me, Miss Hollinger.
- Miss? What happened to "Wendy"?
- Dear, pray that your name won't be Mrs McCartney in a few months! (looking at him)

---

- Mr Harrison!
- Yes! (startled)
- (class) Hahahahahahahahaha!
- Can you tell us the difference between the direct object and the indirect object?
- Uh... the direct object is... when... you put your finger on the 3rd fret...
- What?
- (with a mischievous smile on his face) On the A string and...
- Hahahahahaahahahahaahah!
- Settle down, class! Mr Harrison, you clearly weren't paying attention!
- I was!
- Then what are you going on about?
- Something better than this grotty class...
- What did you say?
- Hehehe...
- That's it. To the headmaster's office with you!
- Theindirectobjectrequiresaprepositionandthedirectobjectdoesn't!
- Hmm.
- See, I WAS paying attention.
- All right. May this be a warning to you. Next time, there will be no next time!
(the teacher turns around and he makes an obscene gesture behnd her back; the entire class laughs again)
- Class! (she glares at George and he smiles at her, mocking innocence)
(...)
- Here's your report, Mr Harrison.
- A D?!
- Yes.
- Why???
- Your manners in the classroom count, Mr Harrison!
- Aaah, sodding hell...

---

- Yes, very good, Miss Hunt!
(...)
- Excellent, Mr Lewis!
(...)
- Uh... Mr Lennon, perhaps it needs to be a little bit darker?
- All right... (thinking) Stu, why did you have to get ill and miss class, you prick?
(...)
- Yes, that's it, Mr Davies!
(...)
- Mr Lennon...
- What? It's dark enough, isn't it?
- Yes, well, I'd say it's a little too dark now. It seems that you've run out of black paint, haven't you?
- No, but I'm thinking of a splendid way to get rid of it. (says this with a cynical look on his face)
(...)
- Oh, Miss Abbott, that's wonderful!
- Thank you, sir!
- Mr Lennon, you're not capturing the soul of the...
- ...
(he pours the glass of tinted water and breaks his canvas on the teacher's head; throws his tubes of paint all around; the class is astonished)
- How's that for capturing the essence???
- Out of my classroom!!!
- Great! This fucking class was stupid and useless anyway!!! (he goes out the door and slams it)

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- Paul?
- ... (he goes into the house looking crest-fallen)
- Are you ok, son?
- Yes, dad... (in a low voice)
- You don't look so good.
- ... (he goes upstairs and comes back with a guitar)
- See you, dad...
- Where are you going?
- Out! (he closes the front door)

---

- George? What are you...
- Shhhh! (he's almost at the door)
- You know, your school's phoned.
- (he turns around and looks at his sister) Oh, no...
- Dad answered it...
- Oh, nooooo...
(they hear a sound of someone coming down the stairs)
- Ahhh, that's him, now!
- ... (his sister gives him a "What are you going to do? look)
- Cover for me, Louise.
- Me? I've got nothing to do with it! I'm just visiting!
- Come on, for old times' sake!
- George...
- Pleeeease? (gives her a "puppy dog" look)
- Get out of here, go!
- Thanks, Loo! (gives her a kiss on the cheek and runs out the door, guitar on a shoulder)

---

(late afternoon; we see Paul sitting under a tree in a park, strumming his guitar melancholically and singing something along)
- Waiter, give me a drink, please, my mind needs to be at ease, I'm in deep, deep trouble because of something so improbable...
- Paul?
- Heyyy, George!
- (he sits next to his friend) New song?
- Nah... just silly words put together.
- (he studies his friend's face) What's the matter?
- Nothing.
- Yeah, right.
- It's nothing! And what are you doing here, anyway?
- Running away...
- From the old man?
- Oh, yes...
- What happened this time?
- Another D in English...
- Classroom manners?
- Hee...
- Haha!
- You're running away too, aren't you?
- Well...
- I knew it! What was it now?
- ... (he looks at his friend and smirks a little)
- Come on...
- You know Wendy Hollinger?
- Uh... Reddish-blonde hair, green eyes, freckles?
- Yeah...
- She's delectable! What about her?
- (gives his friend a look) ...
- No! You and her?
- I got detention...
- You got caught???
- That's why they gave me detention, George.
- (loud) Bloody hell!
- Yeah, it can't get bloodier...
- John! (together)
- Hello. (he takes a puff of a cigarette)
- You look...
- ...Not good.
- What happened?
- I dropped out of Art Basics.
- What?
- I thought you liked it!
- So did I! Turns out they're a bunch of retards that know nothing about real art.
- Cor, what a shitty day!
- What are you down about?
- School too, what else?
(he hands his cigarette to George while Paul begins to play blues notes on his guitar)
- (John begins singing) Once I lived a life of a millionaire...
- Spent all my money, didn't have any care...
- Took all my friends out for a mighty good time, bought bootleg liqueur, champagne and wine...
- Then I began to fall so low, lost all my friends, had nowhere to go...
- I get my hands on a pound again, I'll hang on to it till that old hag grins...
- Hahahahahahahahah! (together)
- Hey, look!
- What?
- Isn't that the drummer for the Hurricanes?
- I think so...
- Bloody hell, he's coming over!
- Don't scream, Paul.
- Shut up!
("the drummer" approaches them)
- Hey, got one to spare?
(John hands his packet to him; he takes a cigarette and gives it back to John)
- Cheers.
- Bad day, huh?
- Yeah... got fired.
- Too bad!
- Eh, heck with them. Thanks for the cig, mate.
- Yeah.
- See you around. (he leaves)
- See you.
(the three of them keep watching until he goes 'round a corner.)

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Something [15 Apr 2009|12:25am]

spassos
 I looked at her one day, and she looked just gorgeous. I liked the way she looked down because she was shy, and how her hair would slowly cover her face in what seemed to be rays of sunshine. I didn't say anything because I didn't want to sound corny. But I also liked her smile and how childish and thoroughly sweet it was. And the way that every time I got the impression that smile was just for me. And how somewhere in that girly smile she knew. She was really something and that was the only way I could describe her. It was almost frustrating. Something. It sounded accurately vague in a way only we could be. I tried to be funny and now I know that I probably failed miserably, but she still laughed. Maybe at the silliness of it, but she did and that was enough for me to keep trying. I complimented her. She was used to that and for the first time I didn't know what to say. I invited her over and she said no and for the second time I didn't know what to say. I realised I wanted to understand her and maybe she was something worth fighting for. Days, then weeks... months, then years. Sometimes I felt she was like an old friend I've been missing and that I just didn't want to be apart again. Sometimes I felt she was a playmate, someone I would go to with my bike on a lazy afternoon. At the same time, she was just the most gorgeous woman I had ever met. Charming and sexy, and she looked down and she looked even more gorgeous. The clothes she wore, the way they looked in her. Not anyone else, but her. It was always her. I know we were young and young people are silly and they make mistakes. But she'll always be... how can I say.... she was always the one to leave me speechless. But today still, all I have to do is think of her. 
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The dream is... part two [14 Apr 2009|12:33am]

idaniel
London, 1974

- Hey, where are you going?
- To the park. For a walk.
- Really?
- Yeah! Want to come?
- Oh, sweetheart, I can't! I've got lots of things to do around here! (looks at a pile of pancakes)
- You promised the neighbours, didn't you?
- Sorry...
- Hahaha, that's ok. (kisses his wife) See you later!
- Bye!

-----

- Aaahhh... Daftest idea ever, but here I am... Hello, London!
- Good afternoon, sir.
- Good afternoon. I made reservations for Mr Winston O'John...
- Let me see... here it is.
- (he takes his hat and sunglasses off) Great!
- (the receptionist is taken aback) !!!
- My keys, please.
- Here you go, sir!
- Thank you.
- Uh... Mr Len- Uh... O'John!
- Hehe. Yes?
(she gets closer to him)
- Can I have your autograph?
(...)
- This is it, John. Face the world. Go to the park!

-----

- Bloody traffic! One of the reasons I HATE driving to the city centre!
10 minutes later...
- You know what? The weather is too perfect for me to stay here, stuck between these pieces of useless metal! I'm off to the park!
(looks for a space to park his car)

-----

- George?
- ... (he's sitting on one of the rocks in his garden, in a meditating position)
- Darling?
- Yeees? (in a sing-song voice)
- You know what you should do?
- What?
- Go out!
- What for?
- Get some air!
- There's plenty of that around here.
- Yeah, but not with people around you!
- You and I are what? Little mould creatures?
- Sweetheart, I'm worried about you.
- Liv, I've told you. I've had to deal with all sorts of people my entire life. I've had enough.
- I have reason to believe you're developing a severe case of anthropophobia.
- Pffff... hahahahahahahahahah!
- Don't laugh, I'm serious!
- Sorry. Hehehehe... all right, dear, if it means that much to you, I'll go to the park. But I won't stay long!
- Ok! (smiling)
- See you later! (kisses her)

-----

- Aaaahh... that's one thing you've got to love about London today... People notice you, but all they do is wave casually... (he waves at a fan)
(he sits on a bench)

-----

- Hello, Hyde. Been missing Dr Jekyll here? (sits on a bench)
(there's another bench on the opposite side of his)
- (It can't be. It just can't be!)
- (he stretches and accidentally touches someone sitting on the opposite bench) Oh, sorry.
- That's ok. (they both look behind them and get really surprised)
- I can't believe it.
- Oh, my God!

-----

- Aaah, fresh air! The great outdoors! A tree full of new leaves, birds chirping, people smiling- uh-
(he sees the two men sitting on the benches looking at each other from a distance)
- It can't be!!!!
(goes towards the benches)

-----

- (thinking)That's it. I'm at the park, there's no turning back, now, what am I going to do??? Oh, no, I think Olivia's right. You're losing it, George.
(he looks around)
- (thinking)They're just people. They aren't going to maim you! See, they're too busy with each other to even notice you! Just do it! (says out loud) Ok, Liv, this is for you!
(he walks further into the park and continues to look around. Naturally, he sees the benches and the men sitting on them)
- Oh, my Lord...

-----

- Paul???
- John?!
- Unbelieveble!
- Wha-wha-wha... what are you doing here???
- You know... the usual odd trip to London... risking my life by being in the park... normal stuff. And you???
- Taking a walk! Habit! I do it sometimes!
- Good for you!
- Yes!
(they're still very shaken)

-----

- Oh, for Heaven's sake, I'm not losing my sight.
(they look at the man in front of John's bench)
- RICH??? (together)
- No, the Easter Bunny. Move over, John. (he sits next to John)
- What are the fucking odds?
- Ha, next thing you know, George will be right behind me right now.
- Since when did you become a clairvoyant, Paul?
(they look at the person who just spoke. Yes, it's George)
- AAAAAH!
(George looks at his shoes, then looks at the three men sitting)
- So... Can the world implode now?(he sits next to Paul)
- I'm hyperventilating...
- (John looks up) Is this some sort of sick joke?
- This is nice...
- What?
- Yeah... reminds me of the old days...
- Yeah, minus the crazy people trying to turn us into one of them.
- Don't push your - our - luck.
- Paul?
- ...
- He doesn't look so good...
- Is he about to faint?
- (Paul faints) ... (they all stare at him)
- He was.
- The sun went to his head.
- Or just the sheer madness that is this situation.
- Funny... never thought that being with you three again would be less insane than before.
- Things change, George.
- Thank God.
- (John looks up again) What kind of twisted plan is this, huh?
- Shall we take him home?
- Nope. He'll come around soon.
- Yeah... remember when he got really nervous, Ring?
- Yeah... before Shea... he passed out half an hour before the concert.
(they all sigh and stare at Paul again)
- All right, I'm going to say this once and for all- (they all look at John)
- This is too weird...
- Hey! You're awake!
- I passed out, didn't I?
- Yes, you did.
- Oh... (he sits up quickly and looks around) We're really here talking...
- Yes. You didn't dream it again, Paul.
- I- How did you know, John?
- Yeah, well...
- I think I'm getting over my anthropophobia...
- Congratulations.
- (he suddenly gets up) I'm going home to tell Olivia the good news. She was worried about my condition.
- I'm off too. (he gets up) That's enough adventures for one day... (he looks up) We're not done yet.
- Linda's waiting for me. I promised to help with dinner. (he gets up) I'm... sorry about that scene.
- Don't worry about it Paul. We'll see you around.
(They look at each other, confused looks on their faces)
- Yeah... See you...
- Goodbye...
- Yeah. Till the day HE(looks up) decides to make his next move.
(they walk off and go in different directions)
- Fellas?
(they look at Ringo)
- We should do this more often.
(Meanwhile, a little boy notices the 4 men standing next to the benches; he realizes who they are and tells his family)
- Hey, look, it's the Beatles!
- Huh?
- What?!
- Where?
- Over there!
(he points to the benches but they all look at two empty benches next to the sidewalk)

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Ouch! [20 Mar 2009|01:17am]

idaniel
- Ouch!
- Shhhh!
- Oooooow!
- Will you stop it?
- It hurts!
- Oh, come on! It's nothing!
- How do you know? It's in me! Ow! Ow! Ow!
- ... (looks sarcastically at the person in front of him)
- Take it out already, Paul!
- It's hard...
- Ooooooow!
- If you keep screaming, I'll put it in again!
- Aaaaah!... (moans)
- ... (inhales through his teeth)
- Stop it! Pleeease!
- Jane, I can't concentrate if you keep screaming!
- It's all your fault! Ooooow!
- Mine?!
- It's so big!
- Yeah, it's huge and I can't get it out if you keep moving about!
- But it's hurting me! Take it out!
- Hey! What are you pinching me for?
- I can't stand it!
- Fine, whatever pleases you!
- I think we should call John!
- Oh, really? (ironically)
- I bet he's able to get the job done in a second!
- Oh, sure, because he's much better at this than me!
- Well, truth be told... he doesn't seem to have much patience...
- And he would end up hurting you more!
- Only if it's bigger than this!
- Hahahahahaha...
- Paul, focus!
- Ok, I'm almost there!
- Ow! Ow! Ooooww!
- Almost!...
- Aaah!! (moans again)
- Nearly there!
- Aaaahh!
- THERE! It's out!
- Aaaaaaaah!!! (she collapses)
- See? (shows her something)
- Oh, please, get it out of my sight!
- Hehehe... There. Done.
- I will never EVER mess with splinters again!

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Happy birthday, George [25 Feb 2009|11:02pm]

idaniel
London, 25th February, 1977

- Good morning!
- Good morning, darling! (kisses him) Happy birthday! I hope you have a wonderful day and may God bless you with that kind, kind heart for many years.
- Aww, thank you. Love you!
- Love you too!
- Hey, look! A birthday breakfast!
- It actually looks good, doesn't it?
- Of course it does!
- So... what do you want to do today?
- Mmm... I have a wonderful idea!
- Really? What is it?
- Let's... stay home! Isn't it perfect? Huh?
- Oh, George, I thought you wanted to do something nice and different, and...
- Oh, Liv, I'm sorry, but... I thought we could stay home and... get cozy! (wiggles his eyebrows)
- Hahahaha! You're silly.
- But I'm being incredibly serious.
- Hehe. Ok.
Later...
- Darling, I'm home!
- Liv! I'm so glad you came! It's been so lonely here without you!
- Oh, come on.
- It's true!
- How about the TV?
- You mean the brainwashing machine?
- Right. The radio?
- Meh...
- Your records!
- Not in the mood...
- The studio?
- Been there all afternoon until I got sick of it and came home for a nap! I took a half an hour nap and woke up restored to flirt with the garden. Oh, and before that I tried to destroy the kitchen.
- What???
- See for yourself!
(she goes to the kitchen. There's a used mixer in the sink, flour all over the floor and batter on the wall; she comes back to the sitting room)
- You made a cake!
- Yeah, honey and banana...
- Aww, can't wait to taste it!
- Oh, don't torture yourself.
- Hahaha! You zany, zany man! (kisses him)
Ring! Ring!
- I'll get it.
- Thanks! (he smiles)
- Oh, hi! How are you?(...) Yeah!(...) Of course!(...) By all means!(...) Oh, he's fine!(smiles to him)(...) Yeah, ok.(...) Yeah.(...) See you then! Bye!
(she hangs up)
- Who was it?
- Blanche. Remember her?
- Your friend from the... market?
- Yes! We're going shopping next Tuesday!
- Oh, good! Good for you. I'm glad it's not today!
- Awww, look at my 5-year-old husband!
- Wow, nice clothes, great perfume AND sarcasm for birthday presents!
- Hahaha! You should be proud!
- Why?
- That's your influence on me!
- Ha!
An hour later...
- George! Hey, George!
- What???
- I'm so sorry, sweetie.
- Why?
- I have to go out.
- What for?
- Susie called me when you were in the shower. Her son's sick. He has to take shots and she wants me to give 'em to him.
- Can't she call the chemist or something?
- She doesn't trust them.
- She could take the kid to the hospital...
- It's too far. Please, darling, it'll only take a second, I'll be right back.
- All right... (he looks sad)
- I'm really, really sorry, dear. (kisses him and leaves)
Half an hour later...
Riiiiiiiiiing!
- Huh. I wonder who that could be. (he opens the door)
- Happy birthday!
- RING! Heyyy, come in!
- Thought I'd forget you, huh? (they pat each other on the back)
- Not for a single second... heh.
- Here. Just a little souvenir.
- Mm. (opens the package) A Cheval Blanc!
- I see you're a man of expensive taste, my dear George. (laughs)
- Wow, it's like you've known me for years! (laughs too) I'm going to open this right now!
- I wouldn't do that if I were you...
- Why not?
Riiiiiiiiiiing!
- What the... (opens)
- I was told there'd be a birthday party here, but I think I'm wrong, this house looks so monotonous...
- John, what the...
- Happy birthday, baby Beatle! (shows his tongue) So, where's the booze?
- I... ha! Thanks, John. (hugs him quickly)
- Hey, yeah...(hugs back) Enough of that!(lets go) Where's the- oh, yeah, the presennnt... here! (hands him a package)
- (he opens it; it's a set of gardening tools) Ha! I really needed a new set!
- Hehehe...
- Thanks, John!
- Nah. Now where-
- Here!
- Oooh, Cheval Blanc!
- I told you not to show it to him, George!
- Oh, come on, what's the problem with...
Riiiiiiiiiiiiing!
(they look at each other; George looks anxious and John and Ringo smile at each other; George goes towards the door to answer it)
- (singing) You say it's your birthday...
- (George chuckles nervously and stares blankly at his guest) I cannot believe it...
- Happy birthday, George.
- Surprised?
- Amused?
- Disappointed?
- Of course not.
- I've got something for you.
- You didn't forget it, Paul, good job!
- (to John) Ha-ha. (to George) Here. Hope you like it.
(George opens it. It's a ukelele. He looks very taken)
- Whoa... this is... beautiful.
- (Says this in a very thick Liverpool acccent) Reckon you fancy it, then.
- Heh...
- I didn't know if you had one this colour, so I-
(George hugs him for a long time; he hugs back)
- Yeah, happy birthday, George.
(Meanwhile, Olivia comes in with a cake in her hands)
- Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you...
(he gives her a perceiving smile; she smiles knowingly)
(they all sing along)
- Happy birthday, dear George, happy birthday to you!

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Love me do [15 Feb 2009|10:04pm]

idaniel
Today was the day. 12th February 1963. Had she bought her ticket? Yes. Phew! There it was, inside her pijama drawer. Between babydolls and nightgowns. She giggled at that fact.
She had just come out of the shower and was getting ready to go to the concert. Put on what she thought was her best outfit - a black skirt and a white blouse - and did her hair: a ponytail. No, scratch that. Loose hair would be better. She put on some make up(red lips would be suitable, she thought) and some perfume(a floral scent). She collapsed on her bed and let out a little scream. She was so nervous! She had been a fan of theirs for a year! And she had never seen them live! She was so excited!
The doorbell rang. It was one of her best friends, equally ready to go to the concert. She kissed her mother goodbye and went out the door. They went to the bus stop, talking excitedly about the event that was to take place in a few minutes.
When they got to the dance hall they met with a crowd that was just as agitated as they were. She stopped at the bar for a glass of ice water. She was too anxious. She thought she was going to be sick. She leaned on the first wall she found. Then she heard a noise. She was next to the stage! There was someone there! Oh, Heavens! It was the owner of the place proudly presenting THE BEATLES!
They came to the stage, one by one. First, the one she thought was the leader, with a goofy attitude, but a knowing grin. Then came the guitarist, looking very good, but also very tired. Then came the drummer, smiling. He looked so happy. Then HE came. The bassist. Smiling a happy and knowing smile. Waving to the crowd and saying hello. She tried to rush to the front of the stage, and after hearing some nasty words from the people she was turning away from, she managed to get where she wanted to. There they were, in all their glory. She could swear she saw a bright light surrounding them. They looked wonderful, they sounded wonderful. Even a simple "Good evening" could drive her insane. Especially when it came from the bassist's mouth. Oh, the bassist. The epitome of perfection, in her opinion. How he looked, how he smelled, how he smiled. How he sang, how he played his bass. Harmonica notes reached her ears and she just gasped. Oh, my God, he started singing! She studied every single movement he made. The way he would tap his left foot on the floor, the way he sort of bounced very slightly, the way his fingers ran up and down that bass(even that was perfect, it was so symmetrical), the way he shook his head and that silky black hair would be all disheveled. The perfect way those full, red lips pronounced each word, the way he would smile during the solo. The way he would close his eyes when the song was coming to an end. The way he looked at her after saying the last "Wo-oh, love me do." Oh, God. She didn't know if she would faint, or cry or laugh, or scream. A choice was made for her instead.
She woke up. She was on her bed, surrounded by her wardrobe, her armchair, her dressing table, her chest of drawers and her night table. There was a radio in her bedroom and "Love me do" was the song playing. She sniffed and caught a soft spicy scent.
She smiled. The concert tonight was going to be fantastic...

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Carve your number on my wall... [02 Nov 2008|02:39pm]

two_of_us1
- I won't... maybe I will. But not now.
- What are you moaning about George?
- Nothing. I mean, let's go out. Like, now.
- Out where?
- Anywhere, let's just go.
- Off to Greenland then!
- That's a bit far off.
- But, you said anywhere.
- Somewhere reasonable, Ringo.
- John's then. He's usually got good food.
- No, not John's.
- Why not, John?
- Yeah, not John's. Nor Paul's. 
- You're being just picky now, George! You said anywhere, a-n-y-w-h-e-r-e!
- Somewhere without a phone!
- But there are phones like... everywhere! In houses, in pubs, in public phones... yes, I guess there would be, after all they ARE public PHONES, but... everywhere, man!
- No, we could go... I mean, there must be...
- Everywhere, man, shops, chemists... they're crawling up the street as we speak.
- WHAT?
- Yeah, look!
- Shut up, John.
- You go ahead and take the mickey out of the respectable invention! It's going to come to you and bite you in the bottom!
- John, that's enough. 
- Or maybe Mr Bell is going to pull your feet at night. 
- Anyway, where shall we go, George? 
- How about...
- The docks?
- And where would those be?
- In Liverpool, where else?
- I'm serious, I can't stay here anymore! I might pull off my hairs!
- Hair, George.
- Did I say where those hairs were from?
- Oh, that's lovely!
- Who knows, maybe there are birds who like it!
- Yeah, you can't lose with a bare cr-
- Shut up!
- Off we go, then?
- Where to? Pepperland?
- Anywhere really... now, please, I need to leave the house or I'll use the phone! And I don't want to!
- What's it with you and phones?
- I want to call her! But I don't want to call her! I mean, I do want to, I want to hear her voice and talk to her, but I don't want her to think I'm thinking about her because that could be just grots and-
- You've got serious phone issues man.
- Just visit her!
- No! I want to be the cool one now... 
- You're cool. Your bald patch will testify to that. 
- Ha-ha-ha. I'm not there yet.
- Yet? Don't forget to put that on your "to-do" list, then.
- That's it! Stop being such a sissy, George, here! (Hands him the receiver)
- Iiiirc! (George shudders)
- It's more serious than I thought! You're developing a condition!
- Yes, that one a of a queer! Take the bloody phone!
- Can't you see he's almost crying, Paul? 
- Shut your gob, Ringo.
- Then what are you waiting for? Take the blooming phone already.
- I can't! Can we PLEASE leave?
- I know! We can go to Vino's and you'll get pissed till you can't remember your own name!
- Why would I do that?
- I don't know. But while you're there moaning about Pattie and phones, can *I* do that? 
- Be my guest!
- See you later, then.
- JOHN! Come back here, we've got to help him.
- Well, I'm no boyscout! See you!
- John! Wait!
- What?
- Can we go with you?
- Hey!
- What?
- What what?
- What?
- Are you pissed already? 
- That was quite impressive.
- Let's just go, shall we?
[At Vino's]
- This is no good... this is just no good.
- Mine is quite good, what's wrong with yours?
- Not only they have a phone, but they have a pay-phone IN the bloody pub! Who the bloody hell puts a pay phone IN the pub? If I wanted to make a phone call, I'd go outside!
- But you don't, so shut up and stop going on about it.
- ...
- Anyway, as I was saying, they had those steps and-
- Do you have change?
- A bit in the what?
- Change! Can you spare some change?
- No, I didn't bring any clothes with me.
- Money! In change, please.
- Find yourself a job before begging. It's very rude.
- One, two, three four, five... (stares at the ceiling)
- We already know you're good at counting, George(rolls his eyes)...
- Listen, if you want to phone her, do it already!
- I don't want to! Who said I want to do it? I don't! I just don't!
- What do you want change for, then?
- To... to... 
- Weigh yourself?
- Buy milk?
- Buy tampons?
- Oh, forget it!
- You know what you need?
- What?
- Bikini fillings!
- Yeah!
- Brilliant idea!
- NO! No!
- Come on, George, you're down in the dumps, it'll certainly make you feel better!
- Or 'fill' better. Ha!
- At least something of yours will be up!
- You don't get it, cold-hearted gits. I don't want anyone else. I just want to call her
- Awww... stop being a twat, call her and stop whining already.
- I'm fine, humpft. Get me a pint. 
- Yes, master.
[comes back with drinks and two girls]
- Chocolate or vanilla?
- Where's the beer?
- Beer is so bland next to chocolate or vanilla... (he smiles at the two girls)
- Just give me the sodding beer!
- Don't mind him, he's got his boxers in a bunch.
[George leaves the pub. John and Ringo follow him giving Paul the evil eye]
- Don't mind him, George. But seriously, stop being such a girl and tell us what the heck is going on.
- I'm going to call her.
- And why is that the end of the world?
- Because she's totally going to blow me off for stalking her. But I'm going to call her.
- That's it Harrison. Be a man. Face that phone. *lowers his voice* he totally lost it, Ring...
- Should we get our pints, John?
- (Paul comes out of the pub) All right, George, stop being so ungrateful! We're just trying to cheer you up!
- I don't need cheering!
- Well, they do, because they're there waiting for you and you're out here moping. (waves at the two girls)
- (George waves too) Yeah, well, they'll have to get someone else to cheer 'em up because I'm not in the mood.
- I always get the dirty work...
- Call it sticky work...
- Nah, I'm going to sacrifice it for your sake, George. Happy?
- I didn't ask for any favours.(says this in a mocking tone)
- Whatever. I know I'll regret if I don't stay out here.
- Are you sure?
- Yes, I already regret not cheering them up...
(George goes back into the pub)
- Changed your mind, then?
- No. (he stops by the counter and takes a mug of beer; the others keep looking at him and follow him into the pub)
- Sorry, girls. (the two girls leave, disappointed)
- (they get near George) George, what are you doing?
(He takes one long swig at the beer and puts the mug on the counter; wipes his mouth with his sleeve and goes towards the phone)
- Aaah!
- That's it, my friend!
(they observe him from a distance for a few minutes; he hangs up the phone and joins them)
- So?
- She wasn't home.
 
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The dream is... [13 Sep 2008|01:13pm]

idaniel


London, 1976

- Aren't you coming?
- No, love, you go ahead.
- Still enjoying that headache?
- Yes, it's lovely. (laughs sarcastically)
- I'm staying with you.
- No, John, you haven't seen your friend in years. You should go.
- Are you sure you're going to be all right?
- Yes, I am. Now go!
- Ok. See you later then, love. (kisses her) Bye-bye, Sean! (kisses the head of his sleeping son)

...

(a doorbell rings)
- Yes?
- Evening, Ring! (she kisses him on the cheek)
- Hey, Mo.
- Where are-
- Mum!
- Hi, mum!
- Hey, mum!
- Hello, you three! Ready to go?
- Yes!
- How was your weekend? Did you have a good time?
- Yeah! Dad took us to the amusement park!
- Oh, really?
- Yeah! Lee had three candy cottons!
- Lee!
- Aww, mum!
- Yeah, "aww, mum"!
- You spoil those three.
- Yeah, well, I can! Hehe...
- Hehe. Let's go, then. Say bye-bye to daddy!
- Bye dad! (kisses him)
- See you, dad!
- Bye, dad!
- Bye bye, kids. See you!(he opens the front door)
- Byyyye!
- Bye! Love you!
(he closes the door and sits on the sofa; his eyes fill with tears)

...


(a telephone rings)
- Hello?
- George?
- Liv!!! Hello, dear! How are things over there?
- Oh, better! The surgery went great! My mother is doing just fine!
- Ok, thank God.
- The doctors said she's a tough lady. She'll be 100% in no time!
- That's great news!
- Yes!
- Mmm..
- Whaaat?
- Been missing me?
- Terribly. You have no idea!
- Me too... I can't wait 'til work is over so I can join you there!
- I'll be waiting... anxiously!
- Hehehe... Hey, is your sister calling you? / Sweetheart, I have to go, my sister is calling me! (together)
- Hahaha!
- Go see what she wants. Love you, darling!
- Love you too. Good night!
- Night! Bye bye!
- Bye!

...

- Mummy...
- Stella?
- Ohh...
- Sweetie, what's wrong?
- I don't feel so good...
- Aww, does it hurt? Where?
- My tummy...
- Paul! Heather, go call dad!
- Daaaaaad!
(...)
- What happened? Hey, Stella, what's wrong, darling?
- Tummyache.
- Aww, poor thing! Do we have tummyache medicine around?
- Yes. I'll go get it. (Linda exits)
- I don't wanna take any medicine!
- How about tummyache potions?
- No!
- Mmm... tummyache remote controls? (shows her a remote)
- Hahahahaha!
- Or tummyache shots?
- Nooooooo!!
- Then you'll have to take the medicine.
- It's so icky!
- Tell you what: if you take that medicine, I'll go out and buy that little bunny you've wanted for years!
- Really??!
- Yes. But only if you take that medicine!
- Aww...
- Deal?
- Ok... (she has a sour look on her face)
(Linda comes back with the medicine)
- Here we go, little one!
- Eww!
- Hey! Remember our deal!
- Yeah... (she swallows it with an even worse look on her face) Yuck!
- That's my brave girl!
- It's horrible!
- I know, but it'll make you feel better!
- Now I'll go keep my part of the deal. See you later! (kisses her forehead)
- Yay! My bunny!

...

(John goes into a pub; the place is somewhat crowded and no one notices him walking in)
- Wow, this place hasn't changed a bit!
(goes towards the counter)
- May I help you, sir?
- Yes, actually, I'd like to speak to...
- John?
- Vino! How are you, my good man? Fine? Good, now where can I sit?
- Hahaha, come with me.

...

- Who says you can't forget part of your problems with a nice dose of scotch? (he goes in)
- (he passes by the door) Ringo?
- Heeey, Vino! How are you? (pats his back)

...

- Where does one go to have a nice hot drink without any leeches on his neck? Ah!
(...)
- (by the counter) Good evening. Can I have a glass of Davenport, please?
- By all means, sir.
- Thank you. (he looks around) Mmm... it's kinda crowded. Potentially dangerous... (he notices someone coming towards the counter)
- Oh, my God! I can't believe I have two of the-
- Vino?
- (he has a shocked look on his face) Dio Santo! Non è possibile!
- Hey, hey, calm down, Vino! What's the matter?
- Oh, George... Sorry, it's just that...
- I know I haven't come here in a long time, but there's no need to-
- Yes, you're right, right...

...

- Mmm... I think I'm in the mood for a Chianti speciale... (he goes towards the pub)
- Air, air, I need some air...
- Place too crowded, Vino?
- PAUL!
- Heeey! (hugs him) Long time no see, eh? See, I'm dying for a little glass of Chianti with that unique recipe of yours...
- Cosa succede? Perché io?
- Wow, Italian. Something's up... let's go in, Vino. You've been out here for a long time now, apparently!

...

- Hey, do you mind if I sit-
- No, go ahe-
- John?!
- Ring?!
- Heeeyyyy! The hell are you doing here?
- Reading a magazine... hee.
- Hehe... (he sits)
...
(George keeps looking behind him, all suspicious; guess where he sits)
- Phew! Uh-(he turns around)
(they stare at him)
- Ohhh, I can't believe it!
- George??? Hadn't you gone to the States with Olivia?
- No, still had a little bit of work to do! She went on her own!
- Ha!
- John? You... you...
- On holiday, believe it or not!
...
- (Paul goes towards a table, explaining to the waiter how he'd like his wine) ...it doesn't have to be in a special glass or anything, that'd be ridiculous - but I'd love it if you could put-
(he stops as soon as he takes a look at the table he chose...)
(they stare at Paul in disbelief; the waiter is nowhere to be seen)
- A... little... Oh, my God.
- Good evening. Care to join us? (says John, unusually calm)
- (he plops himself on the chair, looking down) ...
- So...
- This is... unusual...
- These people have NO idea we're here... (says this very slowly and in a very low tone)
- And they haven't noticed yet...
- And they won't, God willing.
- ...
- Paul?
- ...
- Hey!
- Hey! (George pokes him on the shoulder; he looks up)
- What?
(they're still staring at him; he has a very sad look on his face and his eyes are filled with tears)
- Paul, is there anything wrong?
- I have to go... (he motions to leave, but Ringo grabs his arm)
- No!
- We can... help!
- No, you can't!
- What the fuck is the matter with you?
- You really want to know?
- Otherwise we wouldn't be asking you now, would we?
- I'm depressed. Depressed and frustrated. And you can't do a single thing about it. You wouldn't want to.
- ...
- I have to go. My daughter is waiting for me. My family is my vital force. (he's still crying)
- ...
- I'll see you around.
- Good luck.
- The same to you. You might need it.
(Paul leaves and the other three look at him, dumbfounded.)

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My head is filled with things to say [08 Sep 2008|12:32am]

idaniel
India, 1968

- And then I said, "No, you must be mistaken. Because - you know - I would never say such a thing. I mean, it's fair enough that I should blah, blah, blah, blah..."
- (Oh, no, not this story again... will you ever shut up, Paul?) ...
- Psst!
- Huh?
- Jane! (whispered)
- (She looks around) ...
- Jane! (whispered again)
- (whispers) George! What are you doing behind that bush?
- I need to talk to you!
- Now?
- Yes!
- Can't it wait?
- (he looks at Paul) Do you want it to wait?
- (she looks at him too) Yeah, all right then. (to Paul) Darling?
- It's just unfair, you know. Because...
- Paul!
- I mean, we have our insterests and-
- PAUL!
- Yes, darling?
- I'm going... for a walk. You don't mind that, do you?
- Oh, no, love, go ahead.
- (Of course you don't, you selfish prat!) Okay, then. See you later!
- See you! Where was I?
(She leaves)
- George!
- Yes? (he comes behind her)
- (she gasps) You scared me!
- Sorry, Janie.
- So... we need to talk.
- Yes.
- Uh... where's Pattie?
- Out for a walk with Jenny. (anxiously) She'll be gone for hours!
- All right... Uh, George...
- Jane, please...
- Oh, don't give me that look...
- We're just having fun, there's nothing wrong with that!
- George, it's... we're sneaking around!
- Well, Paul is a chatterbox and Pattie is always out and about!
- That's true...
- And I've never seen anyone be so marvelled at the way I do it.
- Really? (smiles)
- Of course! (smiles and holds her hand)
- Awww... I really love it. You're wonderful!
- Well, I've got encouragement. (he winks)
- Hee...
- Come with me.
- Oh, George...
- Please.
- I don't know...
- I really need you, Jane. Please.
- Oh... all right.
- Ha! (actually happy)
- Please tell me it won't take long.
- Have I ever needed too much time to warm it up?
- Hehe, no!
- So! Come on!
(They get to George's bungalow)
- We're really all alone, aren't we?
- Yes, we are. Make yourself comfortable.
- Thanks. (she sits on the bed)
- Let me... get it.
- Okay! (she grins)
(he grins too)
- I'm ready.
- Wow. I'll never get over it being so big!
- You get used to it, with time.
- And you did it quite quickly, didn't you?
- Yeah, well...
- Hehehe...
(He gets closer to her)
- Are you ready, Jane?
- Yes... I am.
- So, which one do you want to hear first?
- How about Gat Kirwani?

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For I have got another... [01 Sep 2008|12:36am]

spassos
- Oh man, look at those curves!
- Yeah, I'd spend the night with that any time!
- What about that one with the reddish-
- Oooooooooh, that's sweet!
- Let me have that, let me have that one!!
- Shut up John.
- Please dad!
- You're not getting any today, I am!
- You're so selfish at times, George.
- John, come on, you were out with a really nice one just the other day.
- So what? Certain things are never enough...
- Just help me, will ya?
- Paul, what do you think about...
- I'd so fiddle with that one...
- Which one? Paul? Paul? Where's he gone?
- He's gone fiddling teehee.
- Oh, I'm useless...
- Don't beat yourself, kid. I'm sure you'll find your perfect match.
- Tall one? Short one? Loud one? Fancy one? High maintenance?
- I was never keen on high maintenance...
- Just 'cause you couldn't afford it!
- You're just jealous!
- I am...
- Self-pity. Pathetic, George.
- I know.
- Go over there, have a feel... it has to be a heart thing too, not only features.
- I'm finding the courage.
- Wuss.
- Git.
- Just go, will ya?!
- Ooooooooooooh, there!
- Where?
- Oooooooooh!
- What?!
- Gorgeous!!
- WHICH???
- Sir? Sir? Give me that Rickenbacker 425 please?


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They solemnly swear... [12 Jul 2008|06:47pm]

idaniel
- Hey, everyone!
- Paul?
- Pfff! What's that!
- What?
- Why the hell are you wearing glasses?
- And rectangular ones at that.
- I've just come from the opthalmologist.
- The what?
- Eye doctor.
- Oh.
- Aaaaand? Are you nearsighted?
- (sighs) Yes.
- Aaaah! Welcome to the blind side, James Paul McCartney!
- Thank you.
- Who knows? Maybe, just maybe Jane will feel sorry for you.
- And agree to go to the cinema with you.
- And to dinner.
- Do you really think so?
- Nah!
- She still thinks you're a no-good, big headed prat.
- Oh, that's nice.
- (smiles) ...
- You don't miss any opportunity whatsoever, do you?
- Not really, mate.
- Silly sod.
- Oh, come on, you can't really blame me, can you? It's fun!
- You're not the one who's going through hell over the fact that your girlfriend thinks you're an immature, overgrown 5-year-old.
- Well, you did punch her brother.
- Yeah, well, I did, yes!
- And why was that? Oh, that's right. He called you an unnourished lemur. (laughs)
- (Fiddling with a guitar) Hey, will you two stop? I'm trying to concentrate here!
- Why don't YOU stop and go find something else to do, George?
- Fine.
- What?
- Don't expect me to show up for rehearsal.
- What?!
- See you later! (he leaves)
- Oh, that's brilliant.
- (George comes back) I forgot my shoes.
- Knock knock!
- Jane!
- Hi!
- Hello, John. George. Ringo.
- Hi, Jane.
- (gives Paul a look of disdain) Did I hear you quarrel or was it just my mind getting used to it?
- Well, we...
- Paul.
- Yes?
- You look ridiculous with those glasses.
- ¬¬
- Yeah, she didn't feel sorry for you.
- I have to wear them.
- Is this one of your pathetic attempts to make me notice you?
- No, I-
- Glasses and that rumpled hair? Tsc tsc. You could do better than that. Not that I think you could succeed, but...
- Aaah! (Paul collapses on the bed in frustration)
- Anyway, I have to go downstairs. Ask the receptionist if I can change floors...
- Jane, please!
(BLAM!)
- (Paul opens the door) Jane!
(Jane is already in the lift and the doors are closed)
- Paul?
- Yes?
- Hi!
- Pete? What are you doing here?
- Me and my band are playing here.
- Oh. Well, good luck to you. (blam!) Hey.
- What?
- You won't believe who I saw outside.
- Who?
- "Worst"!
- What the sodding hell is he doing here?
- Playing.
- Should we... pay him a visit? (with a mischievous grin)
- I think we should... (with the same smile)
- By the way, Jane's right, Paul.
- Huh?
- You do look stupid with those glasses.
- Yeah, I know. Another failed attempt! Oh, well, what are you going to do?

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Everybody's trying to be my baby [01 May 2008|06:11pm]

spassos
- [off the mic] John, stop it. You're looking at them like meat in a fishmarket!
- [winks at a girl in the front row] You're just jealous that they are paying more attention to me for once.
- Seriously, mate, it's getting ridiculous.
- Je-aa-lous [swings the guitar and the girls scream]
- "I'm gonna tell Aunt Mary 'bout Uncle John..."

[after the concert]
- Pheew, that was a good one.
- Yeah, but it's hot in here! [taking his jacket off]
- Indeed, it is. Hello lads!
- Hiya! [he sits up straight] And you are...
- Laurie. And this is my friend Tracy.
- Hello, girls!
- Excuse me ladies, but you'll have to see your way out-
- It's okay Neil! Join us girls, would you like a drink?
- Isn't someone inspired today, huh John?
- You have know idea, Paul. Have a drink, Tracy.
- Thank you, Mr Lennon.
- Call me John, please...
- So Laurie [serving her a drink] what do you do for a living?
- Not much really, I'm a student...
- Hmmm nice [sits closer to her]
- You too, Tracy?
- Yeah. So, where are the others?
- What others?
- George, Ringo, you know... [looks at the other girl]
- Oh, they'll be here soon enough. Anyway, did you-
- What are they doing?
- Ringo is really funny about the way they put his drums away, he sometimes... well, supervises them.
- Aw...
- Would you like to hear me play something, Tracy?
- Yes, that'd be lovely!
- I'll get a guitar, just a second...
- Mr. Lennon-
- John.
- John, if you'll excuse us for a second, we'll be right back.
- Yeah, girls' thing [giggles]
[they leave. Paul comes back with an acoustic guitar]
- Hey... where have they gone?
- Dunno. Girls' thing, apparently [sips his drink]
- As much as I hate to admit it... having groupies rocks.
- Sometimes yes... and tonight happens to be one of those times. I feel inspired - teehee.
- You made it pretty obvious hahaha. Sorry to let you down though, my friend, but they are totally into me.
- You are always a big-headed sod, aren't you? What makes you think that?
- She was totally blowing you off... and staring at me shamelessly!
- How would you know that? You were staring at the blonde's boobs all the time...
- I was not! I was just... checking... she's... healthy.
- Yeah, whatever. You might be all cocky but they were flirting with *me* the whole concert...
- *You* were flirting with them, slight difference there...
- Why are you going on about this anyway, there are two of them maths ace...
- It's not my fault *both* of them find me stupidly attractive *cahem*
- Fine, McCartney, you're on. You'll end up drinking yourself to sleep while I try to resist the temptation to do the wild thing... NOT.
- We'll see who is going to be the one snoring lying on Ringo's drums...
[The girls come back in. The boys look at each other meanfully]
- Hello boys! We hope you didn't miss us too much [giggles]
- Terribly.
- Horribly. But you have perfect timing...
- We were just opening another bottle...
- More drinks, girls?
- Yes, please! Will...
- Will he- the others be too long, you think?
- I don't know... It doesn't matter really, we can always arrange some privacy.
- Er... sure [looks at the other girl anxiously]
- Er... weren't you going to play for us? [smiles coyly]
- Most definitely yes, Miss. [starts strumming]
[John stands up, fills his glass and sits in the middle of the two girls]
- He plays marvelously, doesn't he?
- Why, yes!
- Don't stop Paulie [smirks at him] Liked the concert then girls?
- Thoroughly!
- It was fab!
- [moving closer to them] How would you like to be invited to the next one?
- Brilliant! [claps, excited]
- We'll have to go to he hotel soon though, so they can clear up the backstage too... we can discuss the details there, if you're not doing anything now... [Paul misses a chord]
- [the girls look at each other] Yes, surely.
[Ringo comes in]
- Hello lads... oh, hello girls.
- [Paul stops playing] Hey there, Ring.
- [together in a soft choir] Hellooo Mr. Starr.
- Girls, this is Ringo Starr. Ringo, these are-
- [she stands up quickly and hands her hand to him] Tracy. It's such a pleasure to meet you.
- [she follows] Laurie. [sighs]
- It's a pleasure, girls. Hey lads, have you seen George?
- No, he hasn't been here [the girls are whispering and giggling]
- He got one of his guitars after the concert and I haven't seen him since...
- [John looks awkwardly at the girls] I'm sure he's alright. He wasn't feeling too well earlier, maybe he's left for the hotel already.
- Oh, ok. [the girls are still around Ringo, who looks both curious and slightely uncomfortable]
- But we were thinking about leaving for the hotel as soon as possible, weren't we, John?
- Surely, I have some matters to talk to the girls [looks at Ringo meanfully] and-
- Yes, we'll go [she smiles]
- Okay then [he understands John's mean look], I'm going to get a cab and I'll see you lads there.
- Yep.
- Oh, surely you wouldn't like to go alone, would you Mr. Starr?
- We can make you company. I'm sure you could use some.
- No, it's ok-
- We insist [they put their arms in his, one on each side]
- But-
- I saw many cabs waiting outside...
- ... we can arrange one of them for you before you can say anything else.
- But- [the girls start walking, taking Ringo with them. They close the door behind them and giggles are heard]
- ... [John stares at Paul]
- ... [Paul stares at John]
- Drink?
- Please. Where is that drum kit?
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