Hello people who verly likely love the Beatles!

I've written this fanfic with a friend of mine(yeah, we do that kind of stuff when we're bored..), and it's the first one we've decided to post, so please be nice;)

Before you start reading: English is not our native language, so please tell me is you spot something wrong.

Hope you enjoy, and let me know what you think!

They were in an apartment in New York. Outside there were a million fans, screaming and crying.

'We want the Beatles, we want the Beatles!'

'Can they never shut up? Just, be quiet?' John asked nobody in particularly.

It was bloody hot and the boys were not allowed to go out.

Ringo was sitting next to the window, reading a magazine. George was tuning his guitar. After he'd done that one,

he'd tune John's guitar too, and Paul's, as he had nothing better to do.

John was lying on the couch, with his sunglasses on. 'Is Macca still in the bathroom?'

he asked. It was morning, and Paul always spend ages to shower, shave and stuff.

'Ta, I believe so.' Ringo said, not knowing what John had said before.

'I really like summer you know,' John continued, 'But this is horrible, and way too warm.'

And the screaming outside didn't help either. John suspected that Paul spend so much time in the bathroom because the noise was less there.

'Well, life could be worse,' said George in a way only George could say.
'That's true,' John said from the couch, 'but does life has to make so much noise?'
'Anyone fancy coffee?' Said Brian, who'd just came in with a steaming pot of coffee.
'Thee, please,' Paul had left the silence of the bathroom, and entered the room at the moment Brian asked if anyone wanted coffee.
'Yeah, Eppie,' said John, 'You know we prefer thee,'
'Well, I figured you wanted some caffeine to stay awake,'
'Why would I want to stay awake?'
'Well maybe because of the fact that you're all suffering from a jetlag and I know you haven't slept most of the night. Plus, you have a gig tonight.'
'He has a point, you know,' George pointed out.

'We all have a point, otherwise we wouldn't be here. Would we?' said John.

'Don't be cocky, Lennon.' Brian was annoyed. He always was when the boys were annoying.

Paul sat down on the couch, next to John. 'Since when do you...' asked John. But he was interrupted by George, who snapped a string on Paul's bass. 'No! George please, what have you done?'

'Ehm... Nothing Macca. It's just that I kind of broke a string of your Höffner...'

'Well, then we have to go and get a new one!' said John, and jumped off the couch.

'No way.' Brian said firmly. 'I'm not letting you out on the streets!'

'We're no dogs, Brian. We can look after ourselves!' George protested.

'You eat like one, though.' Paul said. 'Shut up, McCartney.' George answered.

*five minutes later*

'Do you all have to go?!' Brian yelled from the hotelroom. The boys just got their coats, ignoring Brian's protests.

'You know,' Ringo said, 'we could have one delivered...'

'That's not the point, Rings!' John said.

'Then what is, John?' Paul said, 'ignoring Brian as much as possible?'

'Well, in matter of fact..'

'Just.. Shut up John, let's just go.'

So the boys left the room, into the hallway. They made their way to the elevator.

'Down, down we go...' George sang softly.

'Let me take you down, cause I'm going too...' John sang too.

'We know, John,'

They could hear the screaming getting louder. And once down, they could see the wild fans through the huge window in front of the hotel.

'Uhm, guys,' George said, 'you sure this is such a good idea?'

'Nope,' Paul said, 'let's go back!'

'Hold it there, Macca,' John said, keeping Paul from going back to the elevator, 'We'll take the backdoor,'

The three other boys sighted.

They walked to a random door and George opened it. They could see the sea from here. They were in California and it

was, like I mentioned before, freaking hot. 'Let's go swimming!' John suggested.

'Nope.' said Paul. 'First my bass, then the rest of the world.' 'You and your bass...' John sighed.

'That's the reason why we're here, isn't it?' Ringo asked. 'I mean, if it wasn't for the bass, we would still be sitting on the

couch in that bloody hotel.'

'Yeah, you should thank me!' George said smiling.

'Thank you? You broke a string of my poor little bass! No way I'm gonna thank you, Harrison.' Paul said, slightly annoyed.

'Well would you prefer listening to Brian's annoying talk all day?' John asked while he looked outside to avoid crazy fans.

'No...' Paul admitted.

'And besides, this is way more adventurous!' John said, 'Now come on, we'll take this way,' and he was gone.

The three remaining boys looked at each other for a second, and then shrugged.

'Wait for us, Lennon!'

'So.. Does anyone actually know where we can find a music store?' Ringo asked after they'd walked for several minutes.

'No, but we'll find out!' John said optimistically.

'What're ya gonna do? Ask a stranger?' George answered that very sarcastic in a Georgie-way.

'Why yes!' he answered back, and walked towards a man with a long raincoat(strange for a sunny day? maybe..) and a black hat.

' 'Scuse me, sir,' John started, 'can you show us the way to a music store?'

The man looked at the cheeky boy.

'Yes,' he said with his very low voice, 'first right, then second left, and then straight forward until you see a duck pond without ducks, you'll find the music store on your left.'

'Why wouldn't there be any ducks in a duck pond?' George whispered in Paul's ear.

'I dunno, maybe they don't have ducks here in America..'

'Well,' John said to the dark man, 'thank you very much, kind man,' and then he walked away.

And they walked on.