Authors Note: Hey guys! I see I had no reviews but I have nothing better to do then to write another chapter, so here I go! Please remember that every other chapter will be in either Ana's or one of the Beatles points of view. By the way, Ana is pronounced (awh-na) not the way you would pronounce Anna. I also do not own the Beatles or any other their songs.
Polishing his guitar, John Lennon sat back up from his seat on the bed.
"Eh, Paulie, what do ye say? Do ya want to hit up the streets?" said John waggling his eyebrows suggestively.
"Nah mate you know were not supposed to leave the flat, Brian would blow a casket" answered Paul McCartney slowly, as if John was a small child.
John Lennon, Paul McCartney, Ringo Starr and George Harrison all shared a small flat on the waterfront of Liverpool. Such a small apartment was no place for four growing young men, and it showed. The floor was a disarray of song lyrics, dirty clothes and smelled of cheap perfume.
"Besides, we have to go to the studio in two hours." Paul said cautiously.
"Oh of course Brian would make us record on a bloody Sunday! Of all the days…" grumbled John as he got up to see where George and Ringo were.
Reaching the kitchen, John looked around and saw that George had left half an uneaten sandwich.
"That's strange…" he mused aloud, "must've been something important if it got George to abandon food."
Grumbling to himself about having to record later in the day, John bent down and opened up the fridge to see what he could find. Upon opening, he realized they were out of food. John's stomach growled loudly.
"Oh of all things that could've happened today, me stomach is going to shrink!" he said rather dramatically. Eyeing George's sandwich, he grabbed it and left the room sighing in contentment.
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So I hope you see that I
Would love to love you
And that she would cry
When she learns we are two
If I fell in love with you….
John crooned to Ringo on the set of A Hard Day's Night. His auburn hair shining in the lights of the stage, as he shook his head in an over exaggerated manner, his long piano player fingers stroking his guitar. Finishing up the song, John closed his brown eyes and thought of Cynthia. He wondered what she was doing, and if her and little Julian were doing okay.
Feeling a flash of guilt, he realized he was barely a father, or much of a husband for that matter. He knew all the birds he had one night stands with didn't even know he was married. Brian had threatened them and said that they must appear available, as to "increase popularity." Not that he minded in the slightest, but he still felt guilt-ridden.
"Oh I'm swooning Johnny boy! Kiss me!" yelled Paul on the other side of the stage.
Snapping out of his reverie, John jumped and nearly knocked into George as he sat humming to himself and strumming his guitar. George had always been the deeper one of the group and was dubbed as the "quiet one." In reality, John thought he was an ok lad, and quite funny.
"Whoa, John, are you ok? Ye seem a bit out of it today mate." George said a bit concerned, "and ye look a little green too, do you want to tell Brian that we can't film today?"
"No, no don't worry Geo, I'm fine." replied John.
George, upon seeing that John had at least been courteous to him instead of his normal snarky attitude, became even more worried.
"Are ye sure John? I can at least Brian for a break."
"Alright…fine I guess I am feeling a bit under the weather today" said John slowly.
"Well I'm always here for ya, ok? I may be younger than you but that doesn't mean I'm ignorant" George murmured quietly under his breath so that Paul and Ringo couldn't hear.
"I'll keep that in mind, Geo." said John even quieter.
"Alright! Let's take a break, shall we?" yelled Brian Epstein, clapping his hands together, "wonderful take boys, wonderful…let's try to do the same when we come back, yeah?"
John smirked at his manager, "Oh Eppy you mean make sure it's good enough to make more money?"
"Well yes that too…Ringo please try to keep them out of trouble will you?" Brian said as Paul and Ringo came up closer to hear what Brian was saying.
"I can't even promise that I'll behave Eppy!" Ringo replied with an over the top smile.
"Can we please at least go in to town? We'll stay out of sight and only hit the back streets…" Paul said, breaking out his puppy dog eyes.
He and Brian locked eyes in a staring contest until Brian finally broke, "Oh all right, only if you stay out of sight and wear your disguises."
A chorus of "We love you, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah!" erupted from the room and the four Beatles ran from the room feeling giddy.
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Placing the fake beard on his face, John sat back and admired his work. "I am beautiful aren't I Paulie?"
A series of exasperated sighs came from around the dressing room.
"Yes John I'm having trouble keeping me hands off you!" said Paul in an exaggerated manner, "those birds better watch out before they put their hands on me baby!"
Snickers erupted from around the room. "Well its true, none of you lot are half as gorgeous as me" said John matter-of-factly.
"Yeah no one ever likes the drummer anyways" said Ringo, "but it's me gorgeous eyes that really get to the birds."
John turned around and looked at Ringo, "and yer honker too I presume?"
"They think it's adorable for yer information…" Ringo shot back a bit self-consciously, looking in the mirror and covering up his nose.
"Well lads I hate to cut this short but we really must be going, we only have an hour for break. And as lovely as discussing how 'beautiful' ye all are…I would really like to get going" said George in his low Liverpudlian accent.
Adjusting the rest of their disguises, which were a series of mismatched coats and beards, they all piled out of the door. Breathing in the cool, crisp air, John noticed it looked like it was going to rain. George, Paul and Ringo all walked ahead of him as he allowed his thoughts to take over once more. So deep in his thoughts of self-pity and loathing about his marital status, John didn't realize they had almost reached the club. Walking down Matthew Street, nearing the Cavern Club, John suddenly heard a noise. It sounded as if someone had fallen to the ground.
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In a nearby alley, Ana crashed to the ground and lay unconscious. She felt as if she had broken every bone in her body and her head felt as if it would explode. Strange, psychedelic pictures plagued her mind and vaguely familiar music penetrated her hazy mind. She opened her eyes and tried to get to her feet and failed miserably. Grabbing onto a nearby door stoop, Ana pulled herself up and almost collapsed again. Her head felt like a balloon under too much pressure and her legs felt like jelly. When she finally stood up straight she almost collapsed once more. Where am I?
