Lost- CURRENTLY ON HOLD

Chapter 1

June 8th 1974, Saturday

The Dakota

"John? Someone's at the phone for you."

John turned his head from the piano when he heard the sound of Yoko's voice. He wondered who wanted to talk to him. He hoped it wasn't a stupid call from a fan, because he was done with those. He was done being in The Beatles. It was four years ago, and it was all finished.

He stood slowly, groaning. It'd been a rough morning- with the press constantly pestering him at the door, fans running around like lunatics, and businessmen trying to talk to John every minute of the morning. He was really done with it all.

Yoko was holding out the phone to him. He took it and thanked her gently.

"Hello? Who is this?" John said in monotone.

"Hey, John, it's George."

George?

"It's been a while! How've you been, mate?" John said cheerfully. He was happy that George called after a long time.

"Quite all right. I called you because I wanted to ask you something."

"What's up?"

George cleared his throat. "I'm going on a tour to the US. I wondered if you'd like to come back- y'know, up here, and come on with me and Ringo and Paul. That is, if they agree. Haven't called them yet."

"Of course! I'd love to. When?"

"Well, I was thinkin' that you could come in a few days, and then we could start the tour in a week or so," came George's voice.

"Sounds... great."

John could almost guarantee that George breathed a sigh of relief.

He was looking forward to this.

Maybe it'd give them all a chance to patch up their friendship...

"John?" It was Yoko. "Who was that?"

"It was George. I'm going on tour with him! I'm going to book the tickets."

And John was off, ready to prepare for this new adventure.

June 8th 1974, Saturday

Mull Of Kintyre

"Lady Madonna, children at your feet..."

Paul sang quietly to himself as he plonked away on the piano. It was quiet in the music room- a sort of unusual quiet. Not a fan had bothered him the whole week, and he liked it. Honestly, he didn't know how long he could hold up this "rock star thing", though he longed to go on tour again. Y'know, with a band. He wanted to get out there, make some music.

That's why he didn't expect that call.

"Paul! George is on the phone for you," came Linda's voice.

Paul sighed guiltily. He hadn't talked to George in a while... mainly because he was scared to. I mean, it wasn't going to be easy to patch up a friendship that nearly ended everything.

He stood, running his fingers through his dark hair. He longed to rest awhile, but he had so much to do and that wasn't going to be an option...

Paul took the phone from Linda and braced himself. "Hey, Geo. What's up?"

"Hey, Paul," came George's rough voice. "How're you doing?"

"Fine, fine. You?"

"Pretty okay."

"What'd you call me about?"

George sighed. "Um... you see, I'd like for you to go on an American tour with me. So far, John said yes, and if you say yes it'd be really great. I'm going to ask Ringo next."

Paul breathed a sigh of relief. He thought that George had called to settle record contracts and close up business matters instead of... well, this.

"Paul?"

Paul hadn't realized that he'd blanked out. "Oh, sorry. Yeah, sure, I'd love to come."

"That- that's great," came George's voice. "If you'd like to come up here, y'know, and we'll go up to America after we settle all the business matters."

"Yeah, that's great," Paul said. "T-thanks, George. I've missed you."

"I've missed you too, Paul," was George's reply. "See ya then. Say hi to Linda and the kids for me."

"I will," said Paul.

Paul truly had a feeling that this would amount to something. Like a repair of a friendship.

June 8th 1974, Saturday

Ringo Starr's House

When the phone rang, Ringo was expecting it. He didn't expect the fact that it was George calling, of course, but all day he'd been getting an endless amount of business phone calls. And the fans outside his house wouldn't leave, either. God, wouldn't they just mind their own business?

"Hello? Who is this? Jerry, if this is you, sod off," said Ringo angrily, gripping the phone tightly.

"What? Who's Jerry?" came the rough voice. "It's George. George Harrison."

"Oh," Ringo said sheepishly. "Sorry. I've been receiving a lot of business calls lately."

"No problem, I understand," said George.

"What'd you call for?"

"I'm going on a tour with John and Paul to America, and I was wondering if you'd like to join," said George.

"Of course!" Ringo answered, overjoyed. "That... that's great."

"I was thinkin' that you could come by in a few days, and after all that business stuff, we'd all go down and do the tour."

"Sounds great," said Ringo. "Really, thanks."

"You're a good friend, Ringo. I'd really like to bring you along."

And with that, the call ended.

It wasn't going to be so bad, was it?