Between the time of February 9th 1964-Summer 1964, there were definitely a lot of interviews and small tour trips for The Beatles.
One night in particular caught me off guard.
As the boys sat on a couch during the interview, the interviewer was asking some interesting questions to get them talking about themselves.
"What kind of girl do you prefer?" The interviewer asked John.
"My wife." He replied, with no hesitation in his voice.
"What kind of girl is she?"
"She's a nice girl, nice girl."
"Ringo, when you marry, what kind of girl do you want?" The reporter asked, now turning to Ringo.
"Oh, I don't know. I haven't sorted one out yet. Well, I like 'em all."
"George?" John pipped.
"How about that, eh?" The reporter asked George. "What kind of girl do you like?"
"Uh - John's wife." George smirked and blushed.
"We're on television!" John smacked his arm. "Nobody likes a smart guy." He smirked at George.
But now, they're in the process of creating their third album!
One day, I got home from work to find the boys sitting at the kitchen table, eating junk food and writing notes down. Paul started humming a tune, with his mouthful.
"Shut it, Paul. You could choke." I tell him. It wasn't the best idea for him to be chewing and humming at the same time. He swallowed quickly and then spoke,
"Sorry, I'm just so in the zone!"
"What song is that called?"
"A Hard Day's Night."
"Ah. Got any lyrics?"
"Go for it, Johnny." Paul encouraged him. John swallowed the food he had in his mouth, cleared his throat and began to sing.
"It's been a hard day's night
And I've been workin' like a dog
It's been a hard day's night
I should be sleepin' like a log
But when I get home to you
I find the things that you do
Will make me feel alright"
I smiled and chuckled in response. "What's so funny?" John asked.
"Nothing, really. Just how creative you boys are when it comes to music still ceases to amaze me! Nice similes in there, too. Cool and simple." You smiled.
"Well thank you, Y/N." Ringo replied.
It was very tempting not to sing the next part of the songs they were writing, knowing the lyrics like a future predictor, a mind reader, or a time traveler. Oh wait - I am one and no one from my 1964 shall figure out that! All those years ago, singing I Want To Hold Your Hand was risky enough, God knows what would happen next.
"Bloody hell..." John whispered under his breath.
"What's up?" George asked, his mouthful of Jelly Babies.
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Back In Time
FanfictionY/N, a young woman from the 21st century, was blessed with a great gift which changed the course of her life. She now has to deal with being two people at once. This is a Beatles (mainly John and George) fan fiction. Book two coming up with more Ge...
