April 20th 1964
John's POV:
The boys and I had officially arrived in Paris and we were all very excited... I think young George was especially keen to see a lot of blonde Brigette Bardot like girls [as we all were]. As we were travelling through the city, Brian had told us that we would be performing at one of the most well known venues in Paris and that it was important that we behave and present ourselves in a favourable fashion , but that didn't seem to resonate with us... "Yes Brian" was all that we found ourselves mumbling back to him.
After we arrived, we were all directed to some cramped back room where we told to start preparing ourselves for the show... It was rather damp and it also smelt quite badly in there. Paul, George and Ringo were all trying to make themselves comfatable on some stools which were in a corner of the room.
"Why are we here?" I heard George mumble in frustration... "We're the Beatles... surely they could have given us a better dressing room..."
"Well you know how these things are" Ringo said. "You don't always get what you want even if you are famous."
"Cut it out you two" I said. "We sould be thankful that they at least had a dressing room for us to go to." I then slumped to the floor and we waited for the stagehand to come and fetch us for our act...
"The Beatles! Come this way! You're next..."
"Oh that's us" Ringo said and we all made our way to the stage.
Ringo's POV:
When we got to the wings the act just before us was on and we all noticed that it was a young woman who was giving a very good performance of "Let me be good to you". She was the most beautiful woman I think I had ever seen in my life... My heart skipped a beat and I could feel my cheeks beginning to heat up... I had never felt this way ever before about anyone... I then began to notice that the other lads had had the same reaction... John, George and Paul were all looking flustered and awestruck...
"What a woman, what a beauty!" I heard Paul say...
"I saw her first" George grumbled...
We were all watching her with wonder as she came to the finishing notes of the song... After it was over she took her bows and began to blow kisses at the audience. She then reached to her hair and pulled it off... She was wearing a wig!! To our great horror we then began to realise that this was a female impersonation act... We all just fell apart wondering what on earth had got into us...
"Let's visit "him" after the show is over..." John suggested. "Just so we can clarify this once and for all..."
There you have it... First Chapter... It's not that great but I'm trying as it's my first attempt at a fanfiction for a while :) I shall try and update this if I can come up with more ideas for the story :)
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