Beatles Fan-Love

Can't buy me love 1 (PaulxLinda)

"They're awsome!", Linda screamed as loud as possible for Barbara to understand. She just nodded and went on screeching.1

Linda was glad she tied her hair in a bun, because if they'd been open, she probably would have ripped out eyery strand of it.

Their luck was unbelieveable!

Well, shake it up baby now
Twist and shout
Come on, come on, come, come on baby now
Come on and work it on out
You know you twist, little girl
You know you twist so fine
Come on and twist a little closer now
And let me know that you're mine, woo

Screaming everywhere. You couldn't tell apart your own yelling and that of others. Linda didn't even know what Barbara was screaming, although there weren't even 30 centimetres between the girls.

The mood was amazing!

This would probably be the best day of their lifes. No, that's for sure. They're never gonna be in Shea Stadium again, listening to The Beatles!
At least what you could hear from them. The stage seemed miles away, but also so near, like they would sing specific for every girl and boy on their own.

Linda couldn't stop smiling although she was crying and she's be hoasre for the next five weeks. But who cared about that right now? No one!
The only thing that mattered was the four boys on the stage.

"I like him!", Barbara screaming directly in Linda's ear and pionted to the laughing drummer in the back.
Now the blond girl took a closer look too. The bassist in the front. Paul McCartney. Her heart began to melt. If she just could talk to him... just one word or two... But he's unapologetically.
She sighed, but no one could hear her, not even Linda herself.

Can't buy me love, everybody tells me so
Can't buy me love, no no no, no

Half of the concert is already over. Everyone in the stadium wished it could last forever though.

Wait... Did Paul just wink at Linda. No. Just Imagination...

After the last accord was finally played there was a thunderous applause. Everyone stood up, although 99 percent of the People were standing already.

The girls were still crying and laughting at the same time. Barbara took Linda's Hand, squeezed it and hugged the blonde.

The four guys in the front bowed and left the stage.

But the applause still lasted for a quarter an hour in which the Beatles would probably could have left the country in the meantime.

About two hours later Linda and Barbara were finally able to leave the stadium. The crowd was enormous.
And there was a hole in the fence, so almost everyone ran to the front to touch the stage were The one and only Beatles had been standing half an hour ago. Linda and Barbara wanted to go there too, but soon the security blocked the way again and the crowed stormed to the Exit, hoping to see the Fab Four again. It didn't happen.
Wether they'd already left or the were barricading themselfs. Understandable if you looked at this mass of fans.

Linda and Barbara were Standing in front of the stadium, now knowing what to do now.

"Shell we go home?", the brown haired girl hesitantly.

Linda shrugged. "I suppose. I don't think we'll get to see them again anyways, so..." Barbara took her hand in order to not lose her because of all this people Standing around.

"So, who's your favourite?", the gril asked as they finally were sitting in the subway.

"Paul", the blond answered within half a second.

"Mine is Ringo. He's so damn cute, isn't he?" Barbara couln't stop grinning at the tought of the drummer. Even Linda could not stop raving about the bassist. They talked the whole ride.

Barbara had to leave a station before Linda, so she stood up, waving at her best friend and walked to the door. Before she could leave the train, the blond shouted: "This was the best day of my life!" "Mine too!", the other girl shouted back and hopped out the subway. An old man shot Linda an angry glance, but the ignored it, she was so happy!

"How was the concert?", her mum asked the next day.

Linda was still smiling. "It was great, just amazing! It was so awesome! So..." She threw her hands in the air.

"I understand", Misses Eastman laughed.

"No, you don't mum! I'm in love!"

"In love? That's interesting." The Woman placed a plate filled with bread and fresh friutes in front of her daughter. "Come on, have breakfast, my dear."

"I can't. I live on air and love." She closed her eyes, remembering the concert. Every single moment.

"Oh come on baby girl. Youre in love with a musician. I feel you, but..."

"You don't feel me mum." Linda stood up in order to leave the room, still smiling.

"...but that can't make you starving."

But she didn't hear this anymore, she was in her dreams again. Misses Eastman just shook her head, "The youth of today..."

In her room again Linda pinned all the photos of the night before on the wall her entrance ticket on top. After that she threw herself on the bed.

"I'll always love you", she mumbled. Then she fell asleep again.

Finally another short story (it really got short this time - I'm sorry for that)
But there will be a second part of it, so don't worry.
Again, I'm sorry because of the mistakes I've probably made. And tell me what you think about it.