To Be Desired Chapter 8 I awoke the next morning at 7:00 a.m. and showered and blow-dried my hair. I decided to wear my short jean shorts and my white tank top. I put on some makeup and walked out to the common room. Paul, John, George, and Ringo were sitting around the table eating breakfast. I walked up to the table and sat down in the empty seat next to Paul. �Good Morning� I said cheerily. �Morning� they all said. I looked around the table...cornflakes. I poured a bowl of cornflakes and started eating. �Are you OK?� Paul asked. I looked at him and smiled. �Yeah, I�m fine� I said. Just then Brian walked in. �We have a afternoon and evening concert today so we hafto leave in 3 hours� Brian said. Everyone groaned. �Don�t worry, tomorrow is your day off� everyone cheered. I laughed. �OK, just be ready� He said before he left again. We all finished breakfast. I got up and walked into my room and laid down. I sighed and rolled onto my stomach thinking about what was happening. I blew out of my nose and got up. I went back to the common room to find everyone gone but Paul, who was watching TV. I lay down on the empty side of the couch and put my feet in Paul�s lap. He looked at me. I burst out laughing. �Sorry� I said. I put my feet on to the armrest. �That�s OK� he said. �where is everyone?� I asked. �Getting ready� he said. I nodded. �What are we watching?� I asked. He shrugged. �thanks� I replied dryly. He smiled. I went back in my room and got my sketchbook and pencil. I sat back down on the couch and started to draw this awesome picture of a horse I had ripped out of a magazine. �What are you drawing?� Paul asked. I handed him the picture from the magazine. He took it and nodded. �You really like horses?� He asked...more like saying but yeah. I nodded. �Yes I do� I said looking at him smiling. He nodded. �Yuppy, I love them� I said laughingly. �There aren�t any horses around here are there?� I asked. �I wanna go riding� I added. He shrugged. �I�ve only been here a couple times.� He replied. I closed my book. Now I had an itch to go riding. Oh, Well. I threw it on the table and lay back down. This old black and white movie was just starting. The guys came in shortly after and sat down around the TV. We watched the movie, which was a pretty good movie considering this was sixties TV. Right after it ended Brian came in. �Alright Let�s go� He said. Everyone reluctantly got up. I ran into my room and grabbed my purse and put my shoes on. �Alrighty Then� I said. We all left and got into the limo. We rode there in silence. They seemed to drown into a bad mood all of a sudden. We went into the dressing room and sat draped themselves around the room. I sat on the floor. �Why are you guys all sulky?� I asked after the silence proceeded. Paul looked at me. �We�re just sick of doing this shit� He said. I shook my head. �Don�t hate it� I said. He looked at me. �Your not going to tour anymore are you?� I asked already knowing. They all looked at me. Paul shook his head. �No� He said the silence hung in the air. �Do we ever tour again?� Paul asked suddenly. I shrugged. �You don�t want to know the future� I said. �Yeah we do� John said. I shook my head again, �You really don�t� I said. They were all interested now. �Please???� Paul said with a big phony smile. I started laughing. I sighed. �Maybe, It depends what you ask me.� I said. �Do we ever tour again?� Paul Asked. Then I realized something. I had this confused look on my face. �What?� Paul asked. �Well where I�m from you never toured again.� I said. �But, you could tour again, if you wanted to.� I said. They all looked confused now. �OK think� I said. �Before, which is I guess later, You didn�t tour. But, you could later If you want to.� I explained. They looked more confused. �Just because you didn�t tour then, doesn�t mean you can�t tour now.� I said expectantly. �You can change it. It isn�t written in the stars� I said. �It hasn�t happened yet, things can happen differently than how I know them� I said almost pleading for them to know what I was saying. Paul started to get it I think, the others were still confused. �You can make different choices� I explained. �If you make a different choice now, than you did then everything could change� I said. They seemed to get it now. �So what I�m telling you may never happen� I said. �Get it?� They all nodded. �If I tell you bad things do you promise you won�t get all depressed? Cos If you do things differently they will never happen.� I said. I didn�t want to get them mad. They all nodded. �OK the most important thing.� I started. I hoped I wasn�t going to regret this. �On December 8th 1980, the world lost John Lennon.� I said flinching. Paul gasped, John paled, George gaped, and Ringo looked shocked. �It�s not going to happen, don�t worry.� I said. �I won�t let it happen I promise� I said. �OK...you sure you want to know more?� I asked. They seemed to recover and all nodded. �OK, On November 29th, 2001 George Harrison Died of Cancer.� I said. �That�s not going to happen either� I said quickly. �But, you hafto quit smoking� I said. He nodded. �Paul and Ringo haven�t died yet� I said. I took a breath. �You sure you want more?� I asked skeptically. They nodded. �The Beatles are officially no more by 1970� I said slowly. They all looked at each other. �It doesn�t have to happen though� I said. The mood was subdued. �I don�t want to say anymore� I said as I flinched. They nodded. �Remember, you can change anything you want, You can choose what happens� I said, Not wanting them to be all madish. I scratched my temple. Brian walked in with Neil. �Allright� Brian said. �You guys look like someone died.� Neil said looking among the somber faces. �Someone did� John said getting up. �We need to get ready guys� Brian said sitting down. �No, WE need to get ready for the freak show.� John said. �YOU don�t need to do anything� John snapped. John looked pissed. Brian looked hurt. I�m sure I looked shocked. �Rudeness� I said with that look on my face. He didn�t have to yell at Brian. Everyone looked at me. I stood up. �Don�t yell at someone for something that�s not their fault to begin with� I said to him. His look softened a bit but he turned and walked to the rack with the Beatle suits all in a row. �Excuse me� I said. �Don�t you have someone to apologize to?� I asked. How could he act like that...he�s a rock star, why not. He looked at me. I raised my eyebrows. �Sorry, Eppy.� He said roughly, grabbing his suit and shutting himself in the bathroom. I sat back down and shook my head. �Twit� I muttered. I saw a cart with bottles of soda on it. Haha. I got up and went over. I grabbed a Dr.Pepper. Fiendish giggle. I lay down on the couch and stared at the ceiling as they took turns getting ready. I sat up and saw an acoustic guitar on the chair. I picked it up and pulled the pick from between the strings. I fiddled around for a while before I started playing �Day Tripper�. I looked up to see they were all ready sitting around. Paul was looking at me. I smiled. and Looked back down at the guitar. I finished the song. Paul clapped. �Thanks� I said. I started playing �Yesterday� when Brian walked in. �C�mon guys your on soon� He said. Everyone got up and grabbed their instruments. �Can I watch?� I asked Brian. �Sure� He said. �But you�ll hafto stay with Neil.� He added. I squealed. �Haha Fun� I said. They all ran walked out the door. A few minutes later I heard the Volume rise. �All right� Neil said. �Let�s go� He said. He walked through the corridor. I was going to see a Beatles concert! Not watching it on TV or listening to it on a CD. I was watching THE Beatles on stage together performing! We walked to the wings. I couldn�t hear a thing but I had the best time. �We hafto go back to the dressing room now� Neil said. I nodded. We walked down the hall. I sat down on the couch with another Dr. Pepper before I heard the crowd going wild. I stood up and leaned against the coke cart. The door burst open and The Beatles walked in all sweaty with Brian behind him. They put their instruments and fell on the closest piece of furniture. Paul sat up and peeled off his jacket. I got 4 cokes and walked over to Paul. I handed him one. �Thanks. Luv� He said. �Anytime� I said. I gave one to all the other Beatles. I sat on the floor next to where Paul was laying on the couch. He set down his empty coke bottle on the floor. �God� He said. �It�s so bloody hot!� He exclaimed. He unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off. He put his hand up to his head. �And I�ve got a headache� He said. I got up. �You do?� I asked. �yeah� he said. I stepped onto the couch and sat on the back of the couch behind him. �Here� I said. I started messaging his temples. My aunt had taught me it, It was called pressure pointing or something. He closed his eyes and moaned. I messaged for a while. �That better?� I asked stopping. �Yeah� he said. �Thanks� He added. �Anytime� I said winking. John groaned fakely �Owww My head� He said. I laughed and lay back down on the floor. Paul fell asleep on the couch. John looked like he was going to fall asleep. Ringo was playing solitaire and George was fiddling with his guitar. I Almost fell asleep many times but fought to stay up. I lost. Chapter 9 Home This is copyrighted by Sarah Lucey 2002 and can not be reproduced in any way without permission. Permission may be obtained by email. |
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