Stella, Maddi, Annie, and Reese are in a band called Renovation hearts. Their manager is call Orion, and happened to know Brian Epstein, the Beatle's manager. When Orion decides it would be good for the girls to tour with them, things start to get complicated, and Stella is not happy with it. Neither are the others at first, but Stella takes longer to get used to the insane Liverpudlians. None of the girls are all that interested in the boys, but Brian and Orion hope that passes as the tour goes on.
Orion's POV- 1961
the girls have been whining for nearly three hours about being tired, and I'd had about enough of it as we entered our hotel.
"C'mon, Orion!" Stella said pleadingly, "We're dead tired, and none of us really even like the Beatles!"
"I know you don't," I said rolling my eyes, "But their manager thinks it would be good for your careers to tour with them, and I happen to agree with him."
"But we just got off our own tour!" Stella continued to protest, "We can't join their tour after we get some sleep?"
"You can sleep right now if you like," I said handing her a room key. She sent me a cheeky smile before sprinting off to the lift.
I rolled my eyes and handed the others their keys and they followed behind Stella to the lift. I let out a sigh and a hand landed on my shoulder.
"I told you not to manage a girl's band, mate." I heard a familiar voice say.
"And I suppose your boys are any better?" I asked as I turned to face Brian Epstein.
He sighed, "Good point." he said. I laughed as The Beatles rushed up, John Lennon in the lead.
"So where're these birds you promised us we'd meet?" he asked with a mischievous glint in his eyes that reminded me of Maddi.
"You'll meet 'em, Lennon, just cool it will ya?" Brian practically begged. John huffed as George Harrison stepped forward looking tired.
"Can I go to bed now?" he asked, sounding very much like Stella. Brian glanced at me and walked over tot he front desk.
Once they were checked in, Brian handed George his room key, and he thanked him before walking calmly to the lift. John snatched his key from Brain and followed behind George.
Brian rolled his eyes and turned to the two remaining Beatles; Ringo Starr and Paul McCartney.
"Are you two tired too?" Brian asked them. They nodded and Brian handed them their keys as well. They walked to the lift and I chuckled as they went.
"I think your boys are better behaved than my girls." I said.
"You ain't seen nothing yet, Orion," Brian said clapping me on the shoulder. We both thought about what could possibly go wrong with our little idea, and shuttered. We both had things to do that involved press and fans, so we went our separate ways and decided to meet up back in the hotel lobby with our little group.
Stella's POV
I was sound asleep and quit content when I felt the bed move. I didn't pay any attention to it however. I was too tired to care, so I continued to sleep. I started to dream about what my band, The Renovated Hearts could possibly do while on tour with The Beatles. I didn't like any of them, and Orion knew my distaste for them and their music. We were a honky-tonk, country band, and they were a pop, rock and roll band, how could we possibly get along with such different bands?
I was suddenly very warm and cozy, and I realized I was cuddled up to something; someone rather. I frowned and opened my eyes slowly. I looked up to see who's arm were around my waist and was surprised to see the very last person I ever wanted or thought I'd be in this position with.
George Harrison was sleeping quite soundly while he had his arms wrapped around me. I had my arms around him too, but I quickly pulled them back and sat up. He was startled away by the sudden movement, as I hopped off the bed.
We stared at each other for a second in confusion, and I ran out of my hotel room to find Orion and see what was going on. I knocked on what I knew was Orion's bedroom door, and waited for an answer. Nothing came and I looked at my watch to find he wouldn't be back form talking to the press yet, but I'd been asleep for nearly two hours. I groaned and slowly went back to my room. I checked my room key to make sure I was in the right room, and tried to figure out why George Harrison was in my room when I found I was in the right place.
"Uh," I heard him say as he walked toward the door, "Why're you in my room, exactly?"
"I'm in my room," I said rolling my eyes, "Why're you in my room you mean."
George frowned and shook his head, "No, I'm in my room. Look; see." He held out his room key and it had the same number as mine did. I frowned and tried to figure out once again what was going on.
"But that's what I have on my key too!" I said.
"Look, I don't know who you are or how you got into my room, but-"
"Hey wait a second!" I said, "I was here first! This is my room!"
"Well my manager got me this room, he doesn't just mess up like that!" George went on.
"Well neither does mine!" I said. He frowned and thought for a second.
"Are you one of the girls from that band we're supposed to have on our tour?" he asked biting his lip.
I nodded and rolled my eyes at him, "Whatever, I'll just go stay in my sister's room." I said before turning to go.
He pulled me back gently, "No don't do that," he said quietly, "I didn't mean to be so harsh. I was trying to figure out what's going on; I'm sorry."
I looked at him and crossed my arms over my chest; "I have to find my manager anyway, but I'm sorry for yelling at you." without another word I left and tried to figure out which room Maddi would be in.
Annie's POV
I went into my room and sat down on the bed. I hoped my luggage came soon because I wanted to play my guitar before Orion came to get us.
I could barley wait to meet the Beatles even though Stella pretty much hated them. I liked their music, but the others seemed to agree with Stella. I sighed and wished I'd grabbed my guitar case before getting in the lift.
I was about to go and get it when my door opened and in stepped the Beatle's drummer. I gawked at him and he frowned at me.
"Who're you?" he asked stepping closer hesitantly.
"I'm Annie." I said still in aw that the best drummer in the universe actually is in my room and talking to me.
"Hey, You're the Bassist for the Renovated Hearts." he said recognizing my name. I nodded and he walked farther into my room.
"You're Ringo Starr, the best drummer in the world!" I said barely able to hold in my giggles. He sat down on my bed and giggled too.
"I don't know about the best drummer in the world." he said rolling his eyes. I was in heaven until we heard yelling coming from the hall. It sounded like Stella, but I was too embarrassed about the possiblility to go look. Ringo looked at me and frowned before peaking out the door see who it was.
I didn't ask who he saw, but he told me anyway; "Looks like George found a girl in his room too." he said.
"What do you mean too?" I asked biting my lip.
He simply handed me his room key. I saw the same numbers on mine as I did on his, "Oh, well what're we gonna do about it?"
"I dunno, but the girl he found just stormed out and is trying to find some one it seems."
"She's looking for Maddi most likely." I said, knowing it was Stella. George Harrison was her least favorite person in the world and I could already tell they disliked each other.
Reese's POV
I'd been trying to get to sleep for nearly two hours, and I was nearly there until My door opened and someone stepped in.
I sat up and looked to see the most beautiful man in the world; Paul McCartney. I nearly let out a squeal of excitment, but I thought that would be wierd, so I just sat there and gawked.
I suddenly realized my hair was probably in a huge mess and tried to flatten it down. I loved Paul; he was my favorite Beatle, and I couldn't let him see me like this! I was so obsorbed in trying to fix my hair I didn't notice he'd walked up to the end of the bed.
"Hello," he said sounding confused. I froze in my place and closed my eyes in embarrassment.
"Er, Hi." I said removing my hairs from my extremely tangled blonde hair.
"And who're you?" he asked frowning.
"Oh, sorry, I'm Reese; Rythm guitarist for the Renovated Hearts." I said biting my lip, "Do you always enter random girl's rooms?"
He frowned at that, "Uh, no this is my room." Paul said holdiong out his key to prove it.
"Oh how fun," I said half joking with him, "It's mine too!" I held my key out to him too and he sighed.
"Some one messed up." Paul said with a smirk. He sat down on the bed next to me and gave me a charming smile.
I suddenly remembered I was supposed to hate the Beatles and all of their music. I was especially supposed to hate Paul.
I held back my girlish giggled and blush before hopping up off the bed away from him and entering the bathroom to try and fix my messy bed head.
"What'd I do wrong?" he called to me playfully. smiled to myself in the mirror and quickly brushed out my hair.
"Name what oyu thinmk it might be and then you've answered your own question." I said with a shrug as I walked out of the bathroom.
Paul scoffed, "I am bloody awesome, thank you very much!" he said as I stared at him again.
"Not by what I've seen of you." I said back. He stood up and strutted over to me.
"I think you're bluffing." he said narrowing his eyes at me.
"What?" I asked trying to keep my cover.
"You looked like oyu were falling hard when I walked in here, and suddenly you hate my guts, and I think It's all an act." he said casually putting an arm around my waist.
"Nope," I said keeping my eyes from his. He got closer and I nearly melted when his warm breath landed on my face.
"I don't believe you," he whispered, "I've heard about your band and how you all supposedly hate us."
"Give me one reson not to," I said defiantly. He smirked and pressed his lips to mine. I was shocked by his kiss, and when he pulled back I was utterly speechless.
He smirked at me again and stepped back; "Good reason..." I squeaked. He laughed and I walked up to him. He kissed me again and I thought I'd died and gone to heaven.
Maddi's POV
I was sitting on my bed reading my book, trying to ignore the yelling that suddenly was going on.
I knew it was Stella; she yelled alot when she was given a reason to, and I wasn't about to go see what was wrong.
My bedroom door opened, and I dreaded to look up and see my angry sister standing there, so I ignored her.
A duffel bag landed on my bed and a throat was cleared; "I didn't know girls came with the rooms now."
I looked up suddenly, holding in my smirk of apretiation to the sarky comment, and saw the only man who's snarky comments and sarcastic attitude I didn't appretiate.
"They don't," I said in a huff, "This is my room moron."
"Oh I beg to differ, sweetheart," he said getting down on the bed next to me; "Eppy said this room was mine, and I believe him. You're welcome to share it with me though."
I scoffed and got up off the bed, "I don;t evven want to share this stupid tour with you." I said.
"Oh you're one of those Heart girls." he said sitting up on the bed, "Which are you? The Guitarist? The bassist? Singer?"
I shook my head and rolled my eyes, "I'm the drummer, ding-dong." I said as my door opened.
"Maddi!" Stella exclaimed seeing John Lennon on my bed.
"Jeez, Stel! Will you calm down!" I said bfore she could start yelling again, "He thinks this is his room." I rolled my eyes and Stella made a face.
"You too?" she asked.
"Who'd you get stuck with?" I asked raising my eyebrows at her.
She made a disgusted face; "George Harrison," she said with a shutter, "That who I was yelling at if you didn't guess that already."
I nodded and she made a face at John; "Why're you still here?"
"Hello, this is my room!" John said waving his key in her face. She scoffed and roll her eyes at him.
"I don't care," she said getting quite angry again, "You can go share with Harrison."
"I am not sharing with George!" he protested, "I was handed the key to this room, and I refuse to leave it!"
Stella and I walked out of the room and saw Brian Epstein and Orion walking down the hall.
"Orion!" Stella complained to him.
He groaned, "What is wrong now, Stella?" he asked with a sigh.
"George Harrison is in my room and he says it's his!" she said sternly.
"That's because that's who you're pared with on the tour," Orion said rolling his eyes.
"Paired?" she asked with a frown.
"Yes, Stella," Orion said with an aggrivated sigh, "If you'd listened on the way here, you'd know that you're all paired with one of the Beatles."
"But I hate George!" Stella complained.
"I'm sorry, Stella, but we only have four rooms for you and there is one bed in all of them." Brian said, "The boys have refused to share beds with each other, so this was our only option."
"What if I refuse to share with George!" Stella protested as George and John came out of their rooms.
"Yeah," George said walking up, "Why do I have to share with her?"
Brian and Orion groaned, "This is the room arangments, and they aren't changing, got it!?" Orion said sternly to Stella and George. John seemed fine with sharing with me, but I would much rather share with Stella. I'd even share with George befrore I slept in the same bed with John.
I let out a deep breath as John slipped an arm over my shoulders as our two managers walked into their rooms.
Stella groaned and slid down the wall as Paul and Reese exited their room. Paul arm was around her and she was giggling girlishly.
Stella gasped and sttod up again; "Reese!" se whined in shock.
"I'm sorry, Stella, he saw through me!" she siad quickly. Paul smiled and gave her cheek a peck before they walked towards the lift. Stella grumbled and walked to stand next to me as I shrugged John off.
Ringo and Annie suddnely came out holding hands, and giggling like children. They weren't even stopped because We all knew Annie was in love with the Beatles and Ringo.
Stella sighed and ran her hand through her hair, suddenly realizing it most likely looked terrible. She ran to her room and into the bathroom.
John and I giggled at her, and John put his arm around my shoulders again; "C'mon, Maddi, If Reese was an act does that mean your are too?"
I looked over at him and giggled; "Not on your life," I said before going into our shared room and locked him out.
Taylor's POV
I brushed out my dark brown hair and hope george hadn't followed me. I didn't really hate him. I just dislike him slightly. I actually thought he was the most beautiful person I had ever seen, but I could tell my band mates that after I'd expressed how much I hated him and the stupid band he was in.
I Pulled my long hair into a ponytail before turning around to find George standing there watching me curiously.
"How come you hate me so much?" he asked sitting down on the bed that was in a mess fro us sleeping on it, "You've never met me before."
I rolled my eyes and walked out of the bathroom; "I don't hate you," I admitted rolling my eyes, "I just dislike you alot."
He frowned, "Why? What did I ever do to you?" he asked crossing his arms over his chest.
"It wasn't you personally," I muttered as I sat down on the other side of the bed and pulled my boots on; "It's just you and your band are the biggest thing since sliced bread. We've been around and playing as a band just as long as you have, and nobody's heard of us, and it's just because we're girls."
George looked like he understood, "Really?" he asked; "Well then I don't blame you for hated me. I'd hate me too."
I rolled my eyes at him and walked out of the room. I saw John standing at his and Maddi's door begging to let him in.
George walked up and reminded him that he had a key and John smirked and unlocked the door.
I rolled my eyes again and dreaded that the rest of my day was heading in a bad direction.