Chapter 2

"Ah, Denmark," John sighed as he flopped onto the lounge in their hotel suite.
"Did you see them all?" Robert exclaimed wide-eyed, still recovering from the experience.
"Still not used to it, eh, Bob?" Paul laughed, "This is about to become your everyday life. Don't worry, soon you'll be used to it."
"Sleeping arrangements?" Brian, their manager, clapped his hands together to discuss where each Beatle was sleeping, "Two per room."
"Paul," George immediately claimed his roommate, speaking for the first time in over an hour. His abruptness seemed to somewhat hurt the newcomer. John feigned heartache.
"You don't want to share with me, George?" he wiped away fake tears. George rolled his eyes and hauled his bag into the nearest room.
"He still doesn't like me, does he?" Robert asked very softly.
"He'll come 'round," Paul assured him.
"How can you be sure?"
"Because – he always does."

"Get up, you lazy gits!"
George and Paul were woken the next morning by an unusually chipper John. He was not a morning person, so his attitude at this early hour both confused and startled the younger two Beatles.
"G'way, John," Paul swatted him away like a fly as he curled up even more into his bedding.
"Come on, Geo!" John attempted to pull the covers off the guitarist. George seemed to relent until the next poisonous words came out of John's mouth.
"Come on, Robert's shouting us all to breakfast."
At that remark, George pulled the covers back over himself and hid under the bedding.
"You can't let him pay," Paul muttered from his bed, still curled up.
"Well, he's offering."
"He probably doesn't have two quids to rub together!"
"It'll make him feel more like he belongs."
"Is everything okay?" Robert appeared at the doorway and asked quietly and timidly.
"These two won't get up," John replied.
"Come on guys, I'm buying you all breakfast. Peace offering?"
Paul and George finally managed to pull themselves out of bed and get dressed. The four of them plus Mal, their roadie and Brian headed to a café down the street from the hotel.

"What would you boys like?" Robert asked as they all stared at their menus.
"Bacon and eggs," Paul replied.
"Me too," John said.
Brian and Mal also opted for the bacon and eggs.
"George?" Robert cautiously asked the quiet and moody one. George, still grumpy about the whole ordeal, ignored the question.
"George, what the hell do you want?" John barked at him.
"Bacon and eggs I suppose," he mumbled, nose still buried in the menu.
"Great, I'll order six bacon and eggs," Robert stood up and went to the counter to order.
"George, you really need to get over it," Paul berated, "Ringo will be back soon. He's just a temporary replacement. Without him we couldn't play any of our concerts. Just be nice to him, okay?"
"Fine," he moodily agreed.

After breakfast the band had to get ready for their first performance on their world tour. They were all nervous but Robert especially since he had never performed in front of such a large crowd before.
"I can't go out there and play in front of all those people!" he was freaking out.
"Get over it, Robert," George grumped.
"Fuck off, George," John spat.
"No. You fuck off, John Lennon."
"You need to fucking grow up and get over yourself."
George jumped up, ready to attack, before Brian interjected.
"Boys, stop this right now!" he ordered, "You're going on stage in ten minutes. They'll be expecting you to put on a good show."
From backstage, they could hear the excited Danes cheering for them. Actually, it was more like screaming.

"Okay boys, get ready to go on!" the stage manager told them.
George grumpily grabbed his guitar and marched to the side of the stage, ready to go on. Paul followed him, clutching his Hofner bass. John stood a little behind Paul but Robert didn't move. It wasn't long before the announcer presented them.
"Copenhagen! Please welcome… THE BEATLES!"
The four of them ran out on stage, Robert a little uneasily and clumsily, trailing a bit behind. Paul took to the microphone to tell the audience about the replacement drummer.
"Give it up for Robert!" Paul exclaimed and the crowd roared.
They quickly got into their set and the concert went swimmingly. The Danish people loved Robert. George was noticeably not as energetic as usual during the performance but he played along as if nothing was wrong. After a few hours, their first concert on their world tour had finished. The crowd went wild as the foursome bowed before running offstage.
"I think I'm deaf!" Robert exclaimed as they got backstage.
"What was that?" John asked, "Can't hear ya."
"Oh, boys, it was excellent," Brian congratulated them.
"It was great," their roadie Mal agreed.
"Now the limousine to take you back to your hotel is outside, I've just been told. We have to go out the back door otherwise we'll be mobbed."

Paul, George, John, Mal, Brian and Robert made their way to the back door where they would have to quickly dash into their waiting limo. As Paul opened the door, they sighted a few fans and reporters.
"Run!" Paul instructed and the six of them ran to safety.
"Phew, we made it!" Brian commented as they made themselves comfortable.
"Wait a second," John said, "Where's George?"
They then noticed that the fourth Beatle was not in the limo with them.
"Is he trapped outside?" Paul asked.
Mal, next to the door, wound down the window to try and sight the missing Beatle.
"Nup, he's not out there," he reported.
"Shit," Paul exclaimed and he looked at John. John looked back before stating what Paul was thinking:
"He's done a runner."

"Where do you suppose he went?" Paul asked.
"Beats the hell out of me – probably to the bar," said John.
"Okay we can check there first," Robert suggested.
"No boys, we need to get back to the hotel," interjected Brian, "George will probably be heading back there anyway."
"But I think-" Paul started before he was cut off by John.
"Just shut your fucking trap Paul, the way he's been acting lately I think Brian's right, we should go back to the hotel."
"Okay then," he said uneasily, but then sunk into a grump from being spoken to like that.
"He has to come back," John pointed out, "He has nowhere else to go."
"He'll find somewhere, I'm sure."
It was an unusually short limousine ride back to the hotel.

"Well boys, we're here," Brian announced.
"We can tell," John said, rolling his eyes as he and the others in the car heard the girls screaming and pounding on the windows and the police officers trying to stop them. Brian looked visibly hurt.
"Lets get out, and fast," Mal said.

The four nodded and quickly got out of the car, running to the hotel lobby, Mal and Brian on their tails. They exhaustedly rode the elevator to their floor. Once they got inside their room, they collapsed on the couch.
"Thank god we're back!" Robert exclaimed, still overwhelmed by the whole experience of being a Beatle.
"No boys, remember that-"
But before Brian could finish his sentence John was out the door.
"When I get my bloody hands on that bastard…" John whispered to himself, his voice trailing off.
He stalked down the corridors and down the fire escape stairs and soon he was outside. He had fetched the keys to Mal's hire car on his way out. But then he realised he didn't have a licence. Frustrated, he tried hailing a taxi. One pulled over shortly. He opened up the door and got inside the car, telling the driver to take him to the nearest bar. He then lit a cigarette to calm himself down. He sighed as they were stopped at what seemed to be every single red light. Finally when he made it to the bar, he saw George and a girl leaving.