Paul Faints On Stage
By: ilovemyboys
We're backstage, waiting for our introduction. The heat outside mixed with the close proximity got me feeling a bit nauseous. John's by my right, talking to the producer about the performance we're about to do, concerning lights and sound and all that. Ringo and George are sitting down on small stools, laughing, and goofing around. I'm leaned against a wall, eyes closed, with a cool hand against my rather warm forehead.
"Ey Paul?" John spoke in my direction.
I opened my eyes and looked over at him.
"You alright?" He eyed me with some concern.
"Yeah, yeah…" I nodded, smiling slightly.
He looked at me unbelievingly, but was called back to the producer and turned to talk to him. I slowly slid down the wall, my hands on the sides of my head, as I sat down on the floor.
Great, a headache…I can't feel bad. Not now of all times…
"Ey Paul?" Ringo called over to me. I turned my head in his direction. Ringo and George were looking at me.
"You alright?" Ringo asked me with a frown.
"I, um…just a little nauseous, that's all…" I smiled.
"Uh oh…let's hope you're not coming down with something…"
"Or the heat's gettin' to ya." George chimed in.
"It is the heat," I sighed, dropping my head.
"We'll get you some water then." Ringo paused. "Why don't you have any?" He sounded slightly peeved, but got up and left. As I closed my eyes again I heard Georgie come over and sit down by my left. A few minutes went by, and Ringo came back.
"Alright lad, here you are. Nice and cold." He held out a water bottle to me.
"Thanks mate." I smiled up at him, taking the water bottle.
"No problem."
As I gulped down the water, Ringo took his stool from before and pulled it out in front of me.
I put the water bottle down on the ground and sighed.
"Oi! What's the party 'ere lads?" John came over.
"Paul ain't feelin' so hot." Ringo said.
I glanced up at John, who raised an eyebrow at me. I looked down.
"So you're not feeling so good after all?" He held a bit of annoyance in his voice, but also concern.
I was about to shake my head "no," then stopped myself.
"I'll be fine," I said.
"So you say…" Ringo trailed off.
"Really I will." I tried to reassure them with a weak smile.
I HAD to do this show. Then I could rest and take care of myself.
"Beatles!" We were called.
"Alright lads," John got up. "Let's go."
He faced me.
"Paul?"
I looked up at him.
"Yes John?"
"Make sure you feel alright before coming on stage would you?"
"Yes mum," I said sweetly.
He grinned and turned away with the others.
Alright Paul…you can do this…
I put the water bottle up to my forehead for some quick relief.
There! Better already.
I drank some more water and slowly got up, a little woozy. Not the best, but I'd be okay. Nothing I can't handle. I took a deep breath in…and out...then headed over to where the others were standing behind the curtain and screaming audience. I'll be fine.