The Beatles Story

Chapter 54

Paul got Julian's food out of the oven and placed them on a plate and walked up to him to give him the food.

"Here ye go bud." Paul said, ruffling his hair.

It didn't take very long for the pasta to get done either. George helped hand out the bowls of pasta to the others.

"Girls, we'll have both of you take the table. That means we have one more seat. I'm claiming the couch." John said.

"Rings, you could take the table."

"Thanks." Ringo sat down next to Julian.

George stayed in the kitchen and Paul followed John to the couch.

"So, does anyone want to break the silence?"

"What do you want to talk about?"

"I don't know. How about our next concert." George turned to Ringo. "This time, don't mess up." George laughed.

"Ey. No one knew until you mentioned it just now."

"Nah. We knew. We just didn't want to say anything." Paul smiled.

"Really?! The only one I thought knew was Geo because he turned around to look at me."

"Just try yer best."

"I always do. Its not like I'm the only one who messes up. It happens."

"Yeh John. You messed up several times before........in one night."

"Well, my mind wasn't fully with me."

"When was it ever?" Paul said.

"Ey! I always have me mind."

"Do you really? Nah. I think it wondered off completely, leaving you here. It probably went to America."

"Great. Because our next concert is in America. I can retrieve it."

"But, where in the States is it?"

"Probably waiting for me at the Amphitheater."

George laughed as he took a spoonful of pasta and chowed down on it. "I bet it is. Probably on stage right now."

"It has more nerves than you do Lennon."

"Ey, if me mind has nerve, so do I."

"Okay, so yer nerves aren't shooting through the roof right now?"

"Nope."

Paul looked down at John's hands. "Yer lying."

"I am not."

"Then why are ye shaking?"

"I'm not shaking."

"Yes you are. Yer denying it. Yer in denial."

"I am not."

Paul lifted his hand to reveal that he was shaking. "Geo, Rings, take a look at this. Its a rare sight."

John pulled his hand away.

"Still wanna deny it?"

"I'm not denying it."

"So, are ye saying you are?"

"Not a chance."

"Liar."

"Stop saying I'm lying."

"Well, yer not being truthful."

"I am too."

"So, you admit yer shaking?"

"Fine. Yes. I admit it."

"See? That wasn't that hard, now was it?"