Get It Straight, Or Say Good Night

Help!- Crabs Again

The boys had all decided in the car that they would pretend not to know what the problem was on set.

Lou still wasn't happy so chose to just ignore the lot of them. Brian would surely have got 'another girl' on his own.

"There's a bit of a problem"

"What is it Brian, crabs again"

"George!"

"I meant.... was there too many crabs on the beach again Brian, geez"

"Oh ok. No the crab population has not attacked me again"

"Attacked you?" Lou wandered up beside John and took the face powder he was naffing about with and placed it out of reach.

"Yes horrid things, thought I was going to be their breakfast when I strolled the beach the other morning. Ugh... anyway where was I?"

"Where was you? Britain- Epstein!" John laughed manically.

"Not where was I before here ..... Where was I in my conversation?"

"Its not a convo when you're the only one doing the talking" Richard pointed out as he donned a pale blue shirt. Paul was stripping off his shirt and replacing it with a black T. John was handed a pretty lilac one which he lifted a lip at in distaste and George was walking about with his bare skinny chest looking like it needed a good meal such was his thin figure. "roll the cuffs for me doll"

"OK Rich" Louise stood up from the folding chair she had nicked from George and began rolling up Richy's sleeves "What song is it today?"

"Another Girl" came the chorus of five voices, Brian included.

"Typical"

"Its just a bloody song Louise not a newspaper article"

"Getting back to the dilemma" Brian watched Louise closely and Lou shifted foot to foot under his gaze, Brian wasn't like that ... didn't look at girls like he currently seemed to be doing ... sizing her up almost. "Just a minute" Brian left the tent they all sat in hurriedly.

"That was odd" Louise tapped Richys arm and spun to watch Paul pull his shirt off again to see if he had it the right way about.

"Lou? This way or that?" Paul offered up the shirt, it had no tag so he was acting like an 8-year-old with no clue. Paul was a little heavier set than George, washboard stomach though and a good dose of body hair that taperer'd off down under his pan-.

"Louise!" John was watching her in the mirror as she ogled McChesty.

"What!" she snapped as she tugged the shirt over Paul's head and smoothed it down for him too, running a hand down to get the creases out, making definitely sure there was not a thread out of place...

Spinning round she scowled and flopped on the chair beside John, she still wasn't in a good mind he surmised and now she's touchy feely with McChesty. "What John?" she asked a little tiredly, dejectedly he thought. What was with her?

John went to speak to Lou but Brian and Dick Lester chose that moment to invade the close quarters of the tent making the place even more crowded and tight.

"Ok!" Dick clapped his hands and got everyone's attention. He was ok, Dick was. A bit stick in the mud if the boys were smoking and daydreaming but apart from that little hiccup he was cool. "The setup for this shot is.... Song, out on the rocks, various positions-"

"Me lying down!!" John grinned in the mirror. Arrr it would be a tad lumpy but hey, it was lying down.

"In some shots- yes" Dick countered and regained the speech he was making. "Paul was holding Nancy"

"Like a guitar" Paul preened, it would look awesome.

"Yes, but Nancy's taken ill"

"Aww poor bird. She's nice her" George leaned on the tent strut and the whole tent shook, Lou laughed and watched him shudder with a grin.

"So shootings off!" John clapped his hands, pulled the makeup towel from his neck and stood with a big relieved smile, another day of doing nothing he smiled merrily.

"No" Brian snapped out before John had even straightened to stand.

"No?" With a huff John watched Brian and Dick take a glance at each other. 

"No. We go ahead..."

"But that means I don't carry a girl as a guitar" Paul pouted, that was going to be his favourite part of the whole movie, beside the bit where he was starkers as a small person in the ashtray, washing in Fanta.

"Louise" Brian got the girl in the yellow dress' attention and laid down the plans for the next 5 hours "You'll be replacing Nancy"

"Right you are ... Hang on, What!!?!" Louise stood up so quickly the place spun, John wasn't far behind. She was quite good at this acting business "I thought you got a replacement"

"Arrr no. Paul was organising the replacement" Dick countered back as he looked over the running sheet.

"She's not being swung round by Paul like a doll" John frowned and actually saw Louise shake her head in agreement he went a step further to stop the whole shenanigan's "She can't act anyway"

"Hey!!!!!!!!!! What's that supposed to mean!" Louise raised her hackles.

Oops, John sank back in his chair, I've said too much.

"You can't act Louise" Now George had a go and Louise was spitting. Well not actually spitting but spitting angrily, her eyes getting that stubborn look about them "You can't Louise, it's the truth. Last time you were in a play, you fell off the stage" George reminded her happily.

"I was bloody six years old George!" Lou retorted.

"Yea and you still can't act"

"Please close your mouth now George you 'ave done enough damage" John grumbled out in distress. This was it.. red flag to a bull.

"What do I have to do?" Louise spun on her heel and took in Brian and Dicks faces as they stood and looked very relieved that Lou was happy to complete the task.

"Just let Paul manhandle you basically" Dick smiled sweetly so she had not a worry about having to 'act.'

John groaned loudly.

"Ohhhh, I'd like that very much" Lou spun round and bumped Johns shoulder with her hip "Shift over, my turn in the makeup chair luvey"

"Louie don't you think it's a bit much you being in the movie. Think of the media later" John stood and watched Louise stare intently in the mirror, she was smiling. But he needed to put a stopper in this bottle before anything got out "Yes blasted media, they'll be taking great annoying interest in you and hounding you like the hounds of hell luv"

"Oh no problem, you know I'm used to all that now John" Lou smiled as the makeup lady danced a sponge over her face. This was going to be grand and fun and if she was lucky she would have her own ten minutes of fame, not ride on the back of Johns fame so to speak.

John tried to stop the boat from sailing yet again "Oh buggs you don't have an Actors Guild Card. What a shame hey" The sad face he rounded on Brian with was one of desperation mainly. Brian grinned like he had just won another three film contracts for the group. Ugh John rolled his eyes, he was up the creek if Bri and Dick had the card sorted already.

"All sorted, just need Victor to pop round and sign off"

Victor Spinetti walked in and John groaned even louder.