Paul dreamed about John that night.
It wasn't a typical dream where something was going on and John just happened to Показать up in it. There wasn't much background in the dream at all, just a lot of misty white, and John was there, smiling like he always had back when they had been best Друзья and seen each other every day. The first thing Paul did when he saw him was to throw his arms around his friend and start crying.
"Shh," John soothed, though accepting Paul's hug with surprisingly good grace. "You don't want to look soft. Stiff upper lip and all that."
"I miss you, John," Paul whispered.
"I'm...

The head policeman turned to the others surrounding the Beatles. "That's them, the boys we're looking for. It's the same British boys that were causing trouble all last month."
Paul was nervous. "Could we just give Ты our autograph and promise not to do it again?" he tried, lowering his eyelids charmingly and hoping this would help.
At the same time, Ringo's head swivelled from one police officer to the Далее uncertainly. "But - what about our show...?"
At that point, a new voice broke through from just behind the police officers. "Paul? Have Ты got him? Is he all right?"
Paul's сердце sank. "Not...

Jim McCartney was sitting in his hotel room the Далее morning, feeling upset and tired. He hadn't gotten much sleep last night, and neither had the Harrisons. They had been in New York for over a week now, and still no sign of their sons. Jim was beginning to wonder if he was ever going to see Paul again.
The British band he had heard of, the one he'd been so certain would lead him to Paul, had vanished off the radar. Maybe they knew the police were looking for them and had slipped quietly underground. They would have taken Paul and the Harrisons' boy, George, with them, and who knew where they...

The Далее couple of days passed in a blur of practising what Brian had advised. The boys played their songs in their hotel room, and in between they practised speaking to an imaginary audience the way he had сказал(-а) they should. At first, the foursome all took turns doing this, but Paul loved being the one to speak to the Фаны so much that he started taking еще and еще turns, until at last his bandmates decided to just let Paul do all the talking on stage.
On the день after their adventure in the department store, Brian took the boys to get haircuts. He advised them to all pick the same hairstyle:...

Jim McCartney couldn't sleep. All день long, he'd turned what the police had told him about this mysterious British band over in his mind. How they had come to New York from England. How they all seemed to want to be rock musicians. And how one of them was calling himself James.
It was silly, Jim knew. Paul couldn't have gotten all the way to New York on his own! For one thing, the airlines wouldn't have allowed it. But he might not have been travelling alone, Jim remembered. There were three other boys in this band, who would have had to come over from England too. Could Paul have really formed...

Harold Harrison went straight to the police station and waited in line. It was a different officer this time he spoke to, a еще personable man than the last one.
"A check of the Liverpool airports? One moment, sir. I'll see what we've turned up." He turned around to some workers behind him and made some inquiries. "All right, let's see what's turned up. I'm sure we'll find your son," he added kindly. "Here we are... teenagers at the airport yesterday... no reports of any teenagers who weren't with their parents... except this one, here."
Mr Harrison raised his head immediately. "Where? Is it...

Back in Liverpool, things with the Harrisons were not going nearly so well. When the plane had taken off without Geo, Mrs Harrison had made her way purposefully to the front and insisted that the plane crew radio down to the New York airport and tell them to find her missing son. The crew had listened to her, but by that time, Geo had already left with Paul, Ringo, and Winston. So when the airplane landed in Liverpool, the Harrisons rushed to the front стол письменный, стол and demanded news of their son. The Liverpool agent got in touch with the New York airport and listened for a минута или two, only to turn...

In a very short time, Paul and Winston - which probably wasn't his real name, but as long as he had to hide his own name, Paul could hardly expect Winston to reveal his - were riding pleasantly along on two bikes borrowed from Aunt Mimi's garage. Winston had left a little note thanking her for them, which Paul hadn't seen, so he didn't know whether Winston had put his real name on it.
"Won't she get mad that you're takin' those bikes?" he'd asked.
"Probably." Winston had grinned broadly. Then, slyly, "How about your folks? They mad about Ты being here right now?"
Paul had blushed and dropped...

It was late afternoon, and James Paul McCartney was coming Главная from another fun-filled день in Liverpool. Today, as usual, had been filled with a lively combination of rock-and-roll and girls, and as he made his way home, there were still two curly-haired girls on his arm, a brunette in a purple dress and a blonde in a green dress. The girls were giggling at everything Paul said, while he was still Пение some of the songs he'd played on the jukebox, his gorgeous voice standing out even when he used it casually like this. The girls tried to sing along, but couldn't match him; however, they...

Ringo turned round.
The leaves ahead of him were rustling, and he could just hear a sort of snuffling breathing mixed in with the growling he'd heard. What was happening?! The Beast of Bodmin Moor wasn't supposed to be here! The Orb of Protection was! But Ringo could tell the Beast was there.
Ringo didn't stop to think. He turned and ran, trying to push his way through the thick trees. Behind him, he could hear the menacing growl of a Beast ready to pounce. He tried to Переместить faster, but it was difficult to see his way, and his drums slowed him down even more.
Wait - his drums....
It was his only...

The waves swept the рафт, плот down the tunnel. Paul clung to the edge with one hand, having just enough presence of mind to clutch his бас, бас-гитара with the other. The рафт, плот swooped up and down, and he was beginning to feel vaguely seasick. The look on Ringo's face as he half-lay on вверх of his drum kit told him that he wasn't the only one.
Was this just a natural side effect of floating through tunnels that were probably part of the sewer system, или was there a еще sinister reason behind this? Well, no matter - first the Beatles had to get off this crazy ride!
With an effort, Paul looked round, squinting...

John was still tired after his first long sleep in days when the Beatles woke up the Далее morning, but the others were full of nervous energy, hardly able to believe they had survived the night. They were really going to have to do something about this.
"Isn't one of them objects an Orb of Protection или something?" Ringo mentioned as the Fab Four made their way to the bus stop, where they planned to either ride или drive a bus to Dover and the coastline.
"I think so," George replied with a nod, "and Benevolence too, I think it was."
"Well, I wish we had that now," Ringo said, "so's we could sleep...

George looked determined. "We won't crash," he said, "not if I can help it!" And with that, he grabbed the first tool he could find - a pair of tweezers from the first aid kit - and made his way over to one of the windows, as purposefully as he could with the train's movement pitching him in all directions. John, Paul, and Ringo held on to each other and to any handles they could find on the train, trying to stop themselves from falling over, watching George desperately.
George made his way to a window and gave it a good kick. He had to do this a few times, but on the fourth try, his foot made...

A short while later, a train set out from the station. The underground had been almost completely deserted, and it did seem that whoever was supposed to be driving the train had stayed Главная from work that day. When the train left, it had only three passengers - John, Paul, and George. Ringo was driving.
The Beatles had made only one stop on their way to the station - they had gone back to the theatre they had performed in the other day, and had picked up their two guitars, left-handed bass, and small drum kit. They had no real reason for doing this - just that they felt a lot better with their...

Paul, George and Ringo looked at John. "You do?"
"Did Ты remember another legend that tells us where them things are?" Ringo added hopefully.
"I told you, that wouldn't help us," John said. "But that bank with the smashed-up window will."
George frowned. "How?" he sing-songed. "Paul was right; a beast doesn't need to rob a bank."
"Exactly," John told him. "Not unless there's something in there he doesn't want anyone to find. Something we could use to destroy him and that."
Paul's eyes were wide. "Then Ты think...."
George was still frowning. "I thought them things were hidden in King Richard's...

It was midafternoon in London. The Big Ben towered over the River Thames, which flowed unconcernedly on its way, past the people going about their business on either side. Everything seemed calm and normal.
But deep down below the water's surface, things were happening. The currents sped up and changed directions, as if suddenly disturbed. The change was mostly happening around a cagelike structure which could almost have passed for an ordinary storm drain - almost. Ominous rumbling sounds were coming from inside. Four long, curved, razor-sharp points emerged from the darkness, scraping against...

It was almost a week later when I managed to get back to the record store. I knew that Mom had told Dad about my crying over The Long And Winding Road and they would try and stop me from going if they knew. But one day, I told them I had a project to work on and would be a bit late coming home. I wasn't lying - not really. What project was еще important than saving the Beatles?
When I got to the record store, Marvin looked up and smiled. "Ah, Carrie. I wondered when Ты were coming back. I have something else for you." He slid another record across the counter. I knew it was the Beatles with...

The following is a Список of characters from a new Beatles cartoon Показать that popped out of my head. In case Ты don't know, the name of the cartoon is "Adventures in Liverpool", and it will be a British family show. This Показать will be fictional, just like the first cartoon. It will portray the band as 4 typical, tea-loving englishmen with unique personalities and who have known each other since childhood. They will go on epic adventures around their hometown of Liverpool and other parts of the UK. They will also deal with everyday challenges and problems, and will help each other to overcome them,...

come together:controversial bc john tops

something:IN THIS CORNER, SOMETHING! AND IN THIS CORNER, LAYLA! TWO SONGS ENTER, ONE MAN LEAVES with george's wife

maxwell's silver hammer:joahwn was quizzical, studied patiphisical,, science in the home

oh darling:paul nearly died, paul nearly died, 'cause john and george walked hand in hand, with eric clapton, away from the beatles

octopus's garden:ringo and george team up against lennon-mccartney, with the help of john and paul

i want Ты (she's so heavy):i want yoko (no i don't)

here comes the sun:that song from bee movie

because:pretty harmonies!!,!,!!!,,!,!!,that's...

Hello, everyone! RocknRollSoul60 here, and I am Письмо about my вверх ten Beatles songs and why I Любовь them. Anyway, I guess I'll get started.

1. "Good день Sunshine"
This song is my favourite, because it's just beautiful. I Любовь the lyrics. "I'm in love, and it's a sunny day." This song always cheers me up when I'm sad. Peaceandlove67 actually sang this song to me one день when I was sad, and I felt better.

2. "Do Ты Want to Know a Secret?"
I've always been attracted to good Любовь songs. It makes me think of maybe someday finding a special someone. When I do, I would sing that song to her. Hopefully,...