if life gives you a lennon, make lennonade

The Beatles

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Is it 1953 again to you? John, tell me, honestly. Why do you run as if you could not feel sore after this?

Why do you run with passion? What if we never actually got to the interview? Do you even know what you're doing? John, be an honest man to me this once.

How do you run like were young kids again?
Oh, Lennon, you know I miss those days more then any other day. Why must you bring up the joy without ever giving me it?

I long for that loving smile you give me after school, I long for when we'd sit in class talking about whatever was happening. Don't you think now is not the time to drag me down?

Oh but please, don't take this the wrong way, my love. I appreciate it just as much as everything you do for me.

But don't you think this is too much, Liverpool boy?

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He finally stops in his tracks, arriving at a small yet crowded studio. He looks up at it, and smiles. He finally got to where he wanted.

But though John may seem to be in perfect condition, the rest of the band arrive bruised and battered. Never have they ever ran so much before.

"Oh... I don't think I can handle.. Much more of a trip.." Ringo says as he gasps for air, holding onto a nearby streetlamp.

"Get your backs straight up, Fellas! We're almost late!" John says while gesturing over to the door.

"John, Ringo needs a.. no- WE need a break..!" George says under his breath, as he holds tired Ringo in his arms. "Can't we just hang out for a little while, man?!" He yells out.

"Oh, sorry, George. Didn't know you didn't wanna come to the venue!~" He teases as he walks into the doors of the interview.

"...Damn.. You..!" George says, struggling to readjust Ringo.

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The two lovebirds rush into the building first, and as much as they seem confident, in truth, they have no idea where the interview is. John looks around completely unaware of where he is, where as Paul tries his best to remember what he had been told was the entrance. But, is currently failing to do so.

As their pondering continues, George rushes in with Ringo and ran to the correct door where the interview was being held. With John and Paul catching up to them.

The two Beatles in front entered calmly, with a warm welcome by the producers around.

What lied within the Interview was a nice long leather sofa, angled to face the camera, as a table was set next to it as the host sat in his own seat. George and Ringo said their welcomes, as the cameras angled to their smiling faces.

"Hello, George and Ringo! You guys seem ready!"  The young male host said, sitting back in his chair.

"Yeah, we've been ready since we've been born." Ringo smiles.

Just as they were adjusting their seats, with Ringo sitting next to George packed together, John and Paul rush in with their faces dreading with sweat.

"George, you absulote ass- ..Oh!" John yelled before he stopped in his tracks.
"Sorry Fellas, I forgot were recorded." He awkwardly sits next to George on the long sofa, wiping the dirt off his pants.

"No worries, we're only setting the cameras up." He said as he aligned some papers, and put his under his desk.

"Oh, really? That's good.." Paul says as he sat next to the band just then.