Get It Straight, Or Say Good Night

Steel Wool and Ammonia

John was running.

Dragging Louise by her elbow he fled, narrow halls alive with people, slamming them all to the side, without bothering to apologise or see if they were damaged by the whirlwind Lennon.

A mission he was on, to catch one Bassist McCartney. The thieving bastard- McBastard ... Mcthief.

No.

McBastardMcThief, too right he is. I need that fucking box tonight not next Wednesday. Why does Paul always trip me up like this. A big bloody stumbling block of doe eyes and too much goody two shoes politeness.

"Get out of me bloody way!!" John yelled awfully loud.

Brian was hot on John and Lou's heels, apologising to every stagehand this side of the Tower Bridge as he passed by.

It was sort of Brian's fault. 

He had, had the box quite secure in his inside right lower pocket of his suit jacket, along with the hundred-pound emergency stash when Paul said he had better take it for safekeeping.

Paul was now off, running for the first car out of the rank, Richard and George were jogging along for the second one so that left John, Lou and Brian creating havoc as they or, mainly, John slammed down the halls to stop Paul.

"If he leaves Brian, I'll wring ya neck"

"If he leaves John, we can go see him tomorrow" Louise punched John to get him to let her go.

"What? I don't want to bloody see that boys face this side of Christmas if I can help it" John pushed a man with a broken spotlight bulb into an open room to get past.

"John .... John! I'll bloody cripple you myself if you don't let me be" Louise ripped her arm about to escape.

Doesn't she realise all this is for her, John grimaced as she collected the back of his knee with a heel as she tried to spin and effect an escape from Johns grasp.

"All this so you can see Paulie for a few measly minutes more. You're home..... don't you just want to go home with me ..... John?" Lou questioned as she successfully pulled away, her voice more than tinged with upset.

John's footsteps slowed to a stop and he wielded around, eyes flashing angrily. He was mad at Paul, fuming at Brian, mad at himself even but never mad at her but now she was almost cowering at the look he unwittingly blessed her with.

He drew a breathe and wiped his face with his hands, wiping the sweat and the angry look away in one movement.

"Sorry Louise, I just really need –"

"John, Johnny! Hey man, forgot to give you this! Turn around wack, don't want to give away all the secrets, do we now?!" Paul smiled at Louie over Johns shoulder and tugged Johns arm so he was facing away from Louise, the box at the middle of the ruckus, hidden from Lou's eyes.

Louise pushed past in a huff, she was now pissed at the antics shown to her. She had thought dumbly a hug could quell him but perhaps she should stop dithering and lift her game or walk off and show him she wasn't having any of his childish games played in her presence.

Paul overtook her, spun about walking backwards while teasingly pouting at her scowling face, then fled toward the exit, waving cheerily over his shoulder as he all but bound for the car. Louise scowled a little more at the smiling face ignoring Johns partner in crime wave and cheerio, folding her arms tight in front of her.

George waved as their car took off. She wasn't seeing him either, this evening then.

Lou stood at the top of the stairs angrily watching the scores of women screaming for George and Richy, thumping the duco of the car, and bawling like babies. All lunging at the car as it slowed to a crawl for the hairspray and short skirts.