1963
"THANK YOU AND GOODNIGHT LONDON!"
Crowds screaming for more, sweat drenched from head to toe, a blistering headache - a typical day.
"Thank God we're finally back home!" exclaimed the ever so elegant Rita as she collapsed onto a couch in the bus. We were the first two, as per usual. Mick and the rest of the boys still having to deal with the fans, the ambushes, and whatever other shit there was to deal with.
"One more stop till we're home fucking free," I said. This has been the longest, most exhausting tour yet and with these bloody pansies on the rise, next stop might be across the pond. It would be fab and all but all I needed was a few nights away from these arses.
"Why, ello luv!" Mick whispered enthusiastically. I could only imagine how horribly exhausting it is to scream, sing, and give your all out on the stage every night for weeks at a time. At least it wasn't as hard for me and Rita to be back up as it was for Mick to belt lines and lines at a time to please the crowd. And how Mick loved to please the crowd.
"Speak of the devil, eh Rita?" I mocked of my dear ol' cousin. She rolled her eyes and made space for her loving partner. Lucky for them. And though I do mean it in the most sincerest of ways, sometimes I envied my own cousin and his successful relationship while I on the other hand... Well, you'll see.
I averted my gaze as they went into a frenzy of eating each other's faces as the rest of the band pummeled through, seeking their own solace - whether it was a lover or just a comfy place on the couch. I settled into the u-shaped couch that wrapped around the interior of the bus as they collapsed beside me as well - Brian, Charlie, Bill, and...
Keith stumbled in with some new bird - again, as usual - so drunk and ignorant, he could look at each one of us in the face and not even take in the look of pure irritation and agitation we had. Not that he particularly cared.
Brian, who sat beside me, felt me bristle as I rolled my eyes and turned to the telly. The bus began to lurch forward, causing both Keith and the girl to laugh even more exuberantly. The shrillness of her voice made me cringe and scowl even deeper. The hatred I felt for the bimbo wasn't nearly as much hatred I had of myself for caring so much.
Just before Keith pulled her into the room in the back, he made it a point to lock eyes with me and wink. The bastard.
As soon as the door shut closed, I let out an irritated sigh. Who did he think he was? He was just a bloody prick with a guitar and a new girl every night. A bloody prick who thinks he can stomp all over me. A bloody prick that can never seem to leave my mind. I hate him. God.
Brian nudged me from my thoughts and gave me a look of concern, "You okay, Julia?"
I shook it off. He knew full well that all I needed to do was get home. And home wasn't so far away anymore. I leaned against him as the bus pulled away and headed home.
Home. As happy, joyful, ecstatic I was, all I could I could focus on was the ostentatious commotion taking place in the back room. I turned up the telly and turned away to tune out the world and sleep.
A/N: Thanks for reading and review. Motivate me to write the next chapter? Sorry that our lovely fab four hasn't shown up yet, but they will very soon. I mean. Very soon. Thanks again! See you soon!