The Scary Story Of The Little Beatles

sneak away

"You need to go to the press conference today, boys." Brian said. "Aaaahhh! Can't we just stay at home and play football?"

"Watch TV?"

"Eat sandwiches?"

"Play with cars?"

Brian sighed. "I'm sorry boys, this was planned a long time ago. We have to go. Now get changed quickly and get ready for the interview."

The little Beatles sighed and trugded to their room. The four of them shared a room, which wasn't always to the pleasure of Brian Epstein, their manager.

John Lennon, the rhythm guitarist, was 10 years old.

Paul McCartney, the bassist, was 8 years old.

Ringo Starr, the drummer, was 10 years old.

George Harrison, the lead guitarist, was 7 years old.

Brian was just enjoying one of the rare moments of silence when a shout came from the boys' room.

"Eppy! There's a monster, help!"

Brian sighed and walked over to their door, convinced it was a joke. Another scream came from the room. He opened the door and looked around. No beatles. "Come on, I know you're hiding." He said. No reaction. "Just come out, we need to hurry to get to the press conference." Brian tried. Still nothing. Brian cursed and began searching the room.

"This isn't funny anymore, boys. Just come out of your hiding places." 

What he didn't know, was that the little Beatles had escaped. Well... escaped... let's just say that they had escaped from having to do the press conference. On the other side, Beatlemania waited for them outside.

At the same time as Brian found a ladder leading from the window to the ground outside, the beatles were running away from loads of girls.

"Run! Faster, Ringo!" George shouted. "Here!" Paul screamed, sneaking into a dark alley. Unfortunately, the others didn't hear him and continued to run away. Paul didn't want to risk being discovered by the girls who were running past the alley, following the other beatles, so he walked a bit further into the alley.

It was such a street that you don't want to be in, with dirt everywhere and nasty smelling things. Suddenly Paul felt his hair being grabbed. He turned around and swallowed. "What's a little boy like you doing in a place like this?" A big man who held his hair said. There were two things Paul could do now. The shy little boy act, or the famous musician attack act.  Paul decided he should go for the attack option.

"Do you even know who I am?" Paul asked. The man laughed and then became serious again. "Yes, sadly enough." He said. Paul was beginning to feel really scared now. The man raised his fist and...

"Leave him alone!" Paul looked to where the voice came from, just like the big man. There was John, running towards them. The big man looked amazed and amused. "How dare you hit a little boy!" John shouted. Paul broke free of the big man's grip and ran a few metres. "John, run!" He shouted when he saw John raising his fist to hit the man. John took a step back, his face angry, and then turned around and followed Paul, mumbling curses to the man.

"You okay?" He asked when he caught up with Paul. Paul nodded. "Where are Rings and Geo?" He asked. "I don't know, they just kept on running while I ducked into an alley." John responded. "Same happened to me", Paul said, "And by the way, I'm not a little boy."

John laughed.

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Ringo was back at the hotel. He didn't know where the others were. Brian wasn't there either. He must have gone out to search for us, Ringo thought. He sat down, not knowing what to do. He began humming a tune that Paul and John had come up with the day before.

Then he heard the door open and turned around in his chair. "Paul! John! Where were you?" He asked, standing up. "Paul was attacked. Where's George?" John asked. Ringo raised his eyebrows. "Attacked? How... well, leave that to another time. I don't know where Geo is. I lost him just after we lost you two." He said.

"Oh. I guess he'll turn up soon then. He's a real athletic lad, he must get away from those fangirls." Paul said. "Real fangirls can run as fast as olympic champions when they see their hero, to remind you." Ringo said.

"Where's Brian?" John asked. Ringo shrugged. "Dunno. He wasn't here when I arrived. I think he's searching us."

Suddenly the door opened loudly. "WHAT DID I TELL YOU!" A voice shouted. They looked at each other in fear. "That can only mean one thing..." John said. "Hide!" Paul shouted. They ran to their room and heard Brian enter.

"You were already late for the press conference and then you just... run away? I can't believe it. I had thought you would be a bit more mature by now!"

"Sorry, Bri." George's voice answered. "We didn't mean to get into problems with all those girls."

Brian inhaled deeply. "Alright. Where are the others?" He asked. Ringo, John and Paul looked at each other. "He'll find us. What do we say then?" Paul whispered. "The truth. You were attacked, he must have a little sympathy for that." John responded. Paul nodded. Then he was grabbed by two hands, which lifted him out of his hiding place.

"And what was your meaning behind all this?" Brian asked. "Uh..." Paul started.

"We just wanted to get out of this place for a bit and then suddenly we were chased and Paul got attacked by some crazy man." John said. "Is that true?" Brian asked. Paul nodded and Brian's face softened a bit. "Good you're safe now. I've delayed the press conference till tomorrow. And don't sneak away anymore, okay?"