The Beatles Oneshots Book 1

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W-where am I?
George spun his head around. He stopped as he layed his eyes on his three mates standing on stage. They were staring at him angrily and so were the fans.
"What's going on?" George asked nervously.
"What's going on is that YOU ruined the whole show!" Paul yelled.
"Your playing is absolute shite!" John said.
Fear shot through George as he slowly backed away from the lads.
"You can't even play a single chord right!" Ringo spat.
No, not Ringo too!

George paled as he realized he backed up to the edge of the stage. He fell and landed on the ground with a hard thud.
"Ugh."
"You're out of the band!"
George looked up.
"Girls, get him!"

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"No, s-stop."
Paul slowly opened his eyes. What's that sound?
He looked up and spotted George thrashing around on the bed next to his, mumbling something incoherent.
"George!"
George muttered something, which Paul translated as, no get away from me!
"Geo, wake up!" Paul cried out.
Hearing the commotion, John and Ringo ran out of their room.
"Help me wake him up!" Paul cried.
John and Ringo rushed to the bed, where George was thrashing and flailing about.
Paul tried to hold down George's hands, but to no avail, as Geo slapped him in the face.
"Fuckin 'ell Geo!" John cried.
Ringo shook George, tried anything he could to try to wake the younger lad.

Finally, George stopped thrashing and his eyes shot open.
"Geo!" The lads cried in relief.
"Don't scare me- I mean, us, like that," Ringo said.
George sat, breathing heavily.
Don't cry, don't cry, he thought as tears threatened to spill over.
"George? Are you alright?" Paul asked, rubbing his sore cheek.
"Do you want to talk about it?" Ringo asked.
"We're here for you," John said reassuringly.
George shook his head and stared down at the blanket, refusing to look his friends in the eyes.
"Alright. If you change your mind, we'll be here to listen."

George looked up.
"Um, w-we were on stage," he began.
"You guys were s-staring at me all mean. And then you s-said..."
That was all it took for the tears to start flowing.
"Aw Georgie, c'mere."
The lads wrapped their arms around George.
He was like their little brother. It pained them to see him so distraught.
George sat there and just silently sobbed.
The others looked at one another with concerned looks on their faces.

After a while George stopped crying.
He sniffed and lifted his head.
This is so embarrassing. I can't believe the guys saw me like this.
"Um, George? You feeling better now?"
George weakly nodded.
"Ready to talk about it now?" Ringo asked.
George sighed. "We were all on stage,"  he began. "We weren't playing. You guys were just staring at me with nasty looks on your faces. The fans too."
George cleared his throat.

Should I tell them the rest? Or will they just make fun of me?
George hardened. No. They deserve to know the full story. Even if they make fun of me for it.
"Paul, you said I ruined the show."
Paul's eyes widened.
"You said my playing was shite, John."
John looked at the others, surprised.
"And you Ringo. You said I couldn't play a single chord right. And then y-you guys told me I was out of the band, then you had the fans attack me."

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Ringo's P.O.V.

I couldn't believe what I was hearing.
Poor George.
When I heard what we had said to him in his dream, I gasped.

"Oh George. How long have you been having dreams like this?" I asked.
"Well, it kind of, sort of started that night I screwed up my playing and you guys got mad.
That was at the beginning of the tour five days ago!
"You've been having nightmares five days?" I cried out, extreamly worried.
"Geo, why didn't you tell us?" John asked.
"I thought you guys would be mad and make fun of me," George admitted.
"We would never make fun of you," Paul said.
I patted George's arm.
"Don't be afraid to come to us for things like this," I assured him.

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No P.O.V.

George yawned.
"Tired there, buddy?" John asked.
George nodded.
"We'll leave you to rest then."
"No! I mean, um, can you guys perhaps, stay with me?"
The lads looked at the bed. It seemed kind of small, but anything for George.
"Sure Geo."
The boys curled up and layed down next to George.
"Night, Geo."
"Night lads."
Soon, the sound of soft snores filled the air.
George sighed and closed his eyes. Soon he fell into a deep sleep himself, his nightmares having long left him.