"On a scale of one to a hundred, how pissed do you reckon Eppy is?"
John had whispered it into my ear, as he was using me as a sort of body shield, in case the lecturing and raging man standing before us let his anger get pass any reason he held.
"I dunno. It isn't near as bad as I figured it'd be. At least he isn't screaming anymore."
We were still sitting up front in a sort of 'time out'. It was sort of humiliating but the boys didn't seem to care much, in fact John had practically giggled to me about it. I guess it just goes to show that the boys could make anything, even a plane trip, eventful. I had a feeling from the way Eppy was shouting that this wasn't the first time something had gone astray on a airplane.
"I swear Lennon, of all the things you had to go bonkers and ruin McCartney for his first-as a matter of fact your first U.S appearance." Eppy had been pacing and ranting, but now he stopped in front of John(which was really me)and glared. I gulped.
"I'm sorry sir, it didn't occur to me-to us-"
"Stirring did I say your name?"
"No-no sir." I squeaked looking down, or anywhere but right ahead of me, at the glaring eyes of Brian Epstein.
"So tell me John, just tell me, what possessed you to do such a brilliant move? Tell me hmm? Hmm Lennon? I'm waiting."
John made a dramatic face of genuine shock and a bit of anger. "Me?! Why is it always just me! There are six of us here you know."
"Ha." Eppy wasn't taking things too well, and I was literally in the middle of the fight. At least this could count as the last part of the revenge against John.
"Because it's always you Lennon. Name one occasion when it wasn't. Look I'm your manager, not your daddy, and I don't have time to parent you. You're a child Winston."
I gasped, and had I been not looking down, I might have seen Cher, Cynthia, Ringo and George do the same. Now it was going to go really bad. There are exactly two rules I've learned for handling a John Lennon by being around him. One, you never, ever, ever utter the word daddy, unless you want to be knocked upside the head, and two you never ever call him Winston, unless you want to be knocked upside the head and spat on on your way down.
John was bitter this time, the usual snarky tone in his voice gone. He wasn't kidding around anymore, and I felt uncomfortable on his lap(I think I'm the only girl that has ever thought that statement).
"I'll give you a occasion. Right fucking now. Right fucking now, none of this shit was any of my fault! And for the record I never asked for a father! And if I had, it wouldn't under a thousand suns have been your pixie arse!"
Eppy was very bitter as well and didn't blink a eye. I guess he trusted that John wouldn't hit him more than me. But I guess there's probably something about not assaulting your manager in contracts.
Cher spoke up and it occurred to me that she was probably just as, if not much more uncomfortable with all of yelling. Everyone had there eyes glued to us like we were on a television set, and seeing their ages I was guessing it wasn't in a awe struck and admiring way.
"Dad," She began very slowly. "It was George who thought of the pranks. Him, Ringo, Peggy and I went ahead and helped him. It really wasn't John's fault, we even pranked him."
"She's right!" George hurried quickly. Eppy shook his head, but seemed to cool off just a little bit.
"Oh so since it's Georgie worgie nobody cares and it isn't a big deal?" John was glaring at Cher and George bitterly. I was glad that for once I wasn't the one he was pissed with.
"No. I never said that Lennon!"
"I have a name other than that Eppy!"
"And so do I!"
"Fine Brian."
"What?" Eppy looked confused.
John snorted. "That's your name isn't it? Brian? You said you had a name, so I'm calling you by it. Happy?"
Eppy sighed deeply. "For once, just once could you stop acting a cross between a angry girl on her period and a small child who hasn't gotten there way?"
"I thought those were John's personalities." Ringo joked harmlessly.
"What I meant to say was we aren't going to get back on this pranking thing. God knows what happened last year with it all." Eppy straightened his tie very official like, and patted his hair.
"True, but only because I don't hate Thompson enough to hurt him over trying to get even with you." John agreed.
"What!" Cher and I seemed to gasp at the same time.
"You heard me both of you-"
"I'm not, nor have ever been in a relationship with Eugene Thompson, and I don't like what your suggesting John." Eppy growled it, but he did take the time to say John.
John rolled his eyes, and I squirmed a little bit, uneasy. I didn't know for sure if Eppy or Thompson were queers, or if they had ever had feelings for each other. I'd only assumed. I figured Thompson was queer, I could just tell the day he drove down with Eppy in Eppy's new car to change me from a scared orphan into a overly geeky girl. John swore Eppy was queer for real, but that wasn't something you ever, ever brought up in public, unless you wanted people to get hauled off to the looney bin.
"Oh of course you haven't."John had lit a cigarette and it was dangerously close to my hair. I shuddered.
"What the hell are you talking about John!? Are you trying to tell Peggy and I that our own father's are queers!?" Cher whispered angrily.
"Who forgot to tell you?" John answered, taking a long drag.
"My God Lennon I bloody beat ya if you were me own kid!" Eppy hissed.
"Ooo the real Liverpudlian in him's finally coming out! Look out!"
Suddenly a loud bang of a door shutting was heard and a slightly less sticky Paul McCartney came out, followed by a concerned Mal.
"Stop arguing, you'll upset Mal." I found myself saying. Mal and I were pals.
"Whoa whoa whoa, what's going here?" Paul's eyes were sparkling, and though you'd think he'd hate us more than anyone else in the world, he was surprisingly calm.
"We got most of the honey off." Mal added.
"Aw baby waby Paulie poo poo needed help to get all cleany weany." Cher cooed. Paul eyed her. Those two weren't usually on the same terms. I believed it was because Paul found Cher to be aggressive and rude, while Cher found Paul to be weak and prissy.
"Well baby waby Paulie poo poo wouldn't have to worry about being clean if it weren't for some people." George and Ringo shifted uncomfortably and Paul turned to me. I gulped.
"Now I'm sure I can trust you Peg. Who did it? Was it those two goons back their? Or was it John? Or was it all three-
John shifted and I quickly yelped "It wasn't John!" Paul gave me a puzzled look and I looked him in the eye.
"I did it. Well not exactly. It was all of us-me George, Cher and Ringo that is. It was only suppose to be harmless-"
"Harmless! You knocked Neil out cold!" Mal exclaimed. Gee even he was disappointed in me.
Paul was about to say something, when from a far out window, I saw a strip of land. I rubbed my eyes and before I could shout "America!" a voice on the plane's intercom went off announcing we were nearing New York and a airport that had just recently been renamed John F. Kennedy Airport, in honor of the American's last president who was shot last November.
"Gee if all you have to do is get shot to get a whole airport named after you, then sign me up for getting assassinated." John cracked, probably just to ruin the mood, a couple Americans flying home were in tears.
"Careful what you wish for." I found myself mumbling as I joined everyone else two the window. For some reason, all the talk about dead presidents was making me think of my father, and I don't know if it was the thought of him, or the beauty of the land called America that was coming into view, but for some reason or another, silent tears started running down my cheeks. Paul noticed them, and though he was angry with me, he patted me on the back, until he suddenly stopped and talked very slow and calm like to me.
"Peggy?"
"Hmm?" I was thinking he'd bring up his mum, which he naturally did when I cried regardless of what it was for, or maybe he'd talk about what George, Ringo and Cher and I had done, but he didn't. In fact he reached for something and said something no amount of wondering would give you.
"Your hair's on fire."
Ooo how's that for a ending? Horrible right? Well I'll admit, this chapter was a short, in between chapter, but it needed to be written. Next chapter will finally be a official part of the tour! I'm pretty excited, but busy with vacation and my novel at the moment, so chapter eleven might be awhile. Oh and that John line, as horrible and cliche as it is, literally just came to me when I put two and two together. Funny, John Lennon first came to America at J.F.K Airport, just renamed for the assassinated president, and now there's a John Lennon Airport named after him, a assassinated musician. Funny how that works. Any how, same as usual, please review, suggest and stay tuned. Now on to our, I guess shout outs? Nah I'll call you guys sponsors.
Crash Solar: Yeah it was a little unfinished. (Looks up at current last line) Hmm, I think it's becoming a theme, jk. I'm glad you found it original, I've seen my cousin do it to each other before. And yes, George does have a inner trickster side to him, or so I believe and chose to write. And of course you have the creative license to use Peggy as you wish(after all, you did trust me with Cher, which was very gracious of you. I hope I didn't butcher her too bad this time.
Somewhere Girl: Yeah I can understand that. Old stuff is incredibly over the top fluffy cheese. Though I guess that's how the old days tried to portray themselves, though we as Beatle's fans know differently. Also, I'm not planning on ever quitting this, until it's done, even if it takes me a thousand years(which hope it doesn't). And a chapter of Peggy stories, and later everybody stories will happen eventually, I've been planning it. And Paul's big react or real reaction will come in no time;).
George is Mine: More on Peggy's letter is coming soon. I will give a hint though, it isn't the first, very important letter of Peggy's John's tampered with. And she's set on not loosing this one.
Immy: Atlas I'm a busy person(excuses excuses I know) but I'm glad you like my story.
As for the rest of you, crank up "I Wanna Hold Your Hand" for the beginning of the next chapter and see you in 'Merica!