I'm just a kidWoke up it was 7waited til 11 just to figureout that no one would callI think I got a lotof friends but I don'thear from them.What's another night all alone?
In my lifeThere are places I remembersome have gone, and some have changedEven thought they heldtheir momentsMost are gone, and someremain...
I'm Down Chp. 2John walked in the door. To his dismay, he heard footsteps. He walked upstairs, dropping his coat and hat on a chair before leaping up the stairs.Paul was about to walk downstairs, still tying his robe. He blinked at John. "You're back early." he croaked. He was swaying back and forth.John pushed him gently back to climb the rest of the way up. He put one arm around Paul's waist. "You aren't in any shape to be walking on stairs."Paul huffed and crossed his arms. "For the last time, I am fine!""I know, I know." John submitted quickly. "Just try these." He gave the pills to Paul, who stared blankly at the bottle."Think I can hold these down?" he asked doubtfully. John just sighed exasperatedly. "Please, love. For my sanity, just try them."Paul sighed too, but popped the pills and shook one into his hand. He swallowed it right there."That wasn't so hard." John chuckled, taking them back. Paul gave him an exasperated look and looked down the stairs. "I can walk down stairs..."John
Just a Quick MomentI kept trying to step back a bit, but I couldn't do it without it seeming too obvious to Paul. His eyes kept flickering to me as I hesitated, stepping back a little bit then stepping back forward.I quietly slipped into the solo that was expected of me, sliding to each string clumsily. Everyone looked back at me quickly, confused. I looked behind me to see Ringo shooting me a look just between concern and a glare.When we finally finished the songs, John stepped forward. He grabbed the mike and spoke over all the screaming girls. "Thank you! Thank you! It was our pleasure to perform for you today!" With that, he randomly did a dance and ran off, us following.We managed to barge into our room, panting from the running. John bent over, slipping his guitar off and clanking it against the floor. "Good show, mates." he gasped.Paul chuckled a bit, head down as he packed up his own bass. "It's worth the running, isn't it?"I was completely quiet as I packed up. Ringo came and sat next to me
Sailing Chp. 1I turned the wheel gently left. I watched the gently rippling waves shatter against the side of the boat, thinking how peaceful everything was for once.I shook my hair out of my face, the dark mop top flying back in the soft wind. I blinked some drops of saltwater out of my hazel doe-eyes, grinning despite myself. I liked sailing, at least in my own boat. This was a perfect day. I didn't see any of the other ships around. I had the ocean to myself.I brought it to a gentle stop, dropping the weight into the blue depths. I sat on the side and swung my legs over, letting my feet fall into the water. It was warm like a nice bath.I sighed, smiling. I leaned back, my head laying against the deck to stare up at the noonday sky.The boat rocked gently. The waves of another driver. I looked up to see a black boat slowly rocking towards me.I frowned and sat up. I'd never, ever seen this boat around here. I knew all the people who usually came sailing around.The boat pulled close to mine, st
I Wanna Be Your Man Chp. 2Paul's chuckle died off as he recognized the awkwardness between his band mates. He frowned first at Ringo's red face, then at George's hard expression. "Did I miss something?" he wondered out loud.George looked at him, for a moment just a curious guy. "Nothing at all." he said. Ringo looked up. Paul was reminded oddly of a child waiting to be punished for something."Do you want me to leave you alone, or....?" Paul asked awkwardly. George and Ringo both blinked."What for?" Ringo finally croaked. Paul narrowed his eyes at him, and George shot him a disparaging glance. Ringo shrank back, getting the message."I don't know....you look like you both need some time to talk something out." Paul continued. George thought it over for a minute. To Ringo's surprise, he agreed, "That might actually be a good idea."Paul looked over his shoulder, pointing out John with his eyes. The other two looked the same way. George turned back to Paul, raising an eyebrow.Paul smiled and decided to have a
How Do You Do It?"John! Come help me!"John jumped up, his mop flopping gently as he did. "Paul? Where are you lad?""In here!" he yelled again from the living room. John walked in, finding that Paul and George were lying on the floor thumb-wrestling.He crossed his arms and chuckled gently. He leaned against the doorway and said, "What do you need help with, Paul?""This bloke keeps cheating on me!" Paul complained. George grinned and said quietly, "It's not my fault if playing a guitar every day gives me quick fingers."As John watched, George pressed his thumb down and beat Paul again."Johnnie, he's cheating!" Paul whined almost childishly. John smiled and said, "No, he isn't. Least you don't have to play cards with Ringo. He's a bloody cheater.""Am not!" Ringo protested. He walked up to lean in the doorway next to John. He grinned at the older man and said smugly, "You're just a horrible card player!"John grinned back at him. Suddenly he said, "What do you lads say to going out to the park for a
A Day In The Life Chp. 3Whatever they said next, it shocked him. His eyes went wide, and his jaw dropped. "P-Paul?" he stuttered. I watched him as he bit his lip, confused. My stomach was churning so badly with nervousness that I had to sit back down. I thought I might even throw up.George wasn't answering now. He seemed frozen to where he was, hand clenching the phone so hard I thought it might snap. I gently pried it out of his hand and pushed him onto the couch, hoping to break him out of it. He lowered his arms and stared into the distance, but not the same. Now it looked like the stare of a dead man.I shuddered. I was terrified of talking into the phone, but I brought it to my mouth anyways and whispered, "H-Hello?""I'm assuming this would be Ringo?" the other voice said. It was deep, and I could hear something in the background. It sounded almost like the ambulance sirens."Yeah, it is." I said uneasily. I looked at George, and he was looking at me now. "What's going on? John just....dropped the phon
A Day In The Life Chp. 2Ringo's POVOh, great. Whatever Paul thought, he did overreact a lot.I packed up whatever I could and followed everyone out, into a rainstorm. I held up my hood. I really didn't like rain.We all piled into George's car, since Paul took the other one. It was too quiet as we drove. I didn't like the silence.When we got home, all John did was flop on the couch and stare at Paul's piano absently. He still looked pale, but he kept insisting he was fine whenever we asked.George looked at me and tilted his head upstairs. I nodded and followed him up."What's going on with John?" he said the minute I closed the door. I shrugged. "Like I'd know? Truth be told, I think he's just upset Paul walked out.""I guess so, but something seems worse." He looked uncomfortable, but he kept going. "It's almost like he thinks something bad is going to happen. And Ringo," He stopped, but looked at me almost painfully. "I get the same feeling."I frowned. "I don't know what to say to that, but honestly, I