I thought I should write something a little more fun. How about the four lads.........aside from their professional singing career, works with the cops in salving various cases. Sounds like a lot of fun to write! I'll give it a shot!
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(Within the next few chapters, there might be some action. Beware!)
George checked the time. It had been dark outside for a while now and he was trying to keep his mind occupied so he wouldn't call asleep. It was too early. Well, for him it was. It was just hitting 11pm when he heard a knock on the door.
He froze and glared at the door. Who would come late at night? He asked himself.
Instead of answering the door, he kept quiet. There was another knock. This time, he just went to his room and shut the door quietly.
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The following morning....................
They all met down at the studio one by one. John had been the first one there as usual. They were all working on the Rubber Soul album. George came in last.
"Ey Geo." Paul said as he glanced up from his paper for a split second before turning his attention back to what he was doing . "What's the matter?"
"No idea. Someone came to my house late last night?"
"Late? How late?"
"11pm."
"Who came to yer house late last night?"
"Beats me. I didn't answer the door."
"Why not?" John asked.
"Would you open yer door for some stranger late at night?"
"Uh, no. I wouldn't."
"Didn't think so."
"So, what'd ye do?"
"I already told you. I didn't answer the door. Why would I? It could have been some killers wanting to kill me."
"Or, it could've been a couple fans who knew where ye lived."
"Doubtful. Why would they come one hour til midnight?"
"Who knows? We can't predict why people do what they do."
"Okay. Ready to get started?"
"I am." Paul said biting his pencil.
"What do you have written?"
"Asked a girl what she wanted to be. She said, 'baby, can't you see. I want to be famous, a star on the screen.' What about you?"
John looked down at his paper before speaking.
"I told a girl that my prospects were good. And she said, "baby, it's understood. Working for peanuts is all very fine. But I can show you a better time."
"Uh, okay. Sounds good. We do need to find a chorus. And figure out what would be what verses. What would fit good where."
John nodded. "Hmm. No idea."
"That's why there's this thing called 'thinking' John. Think of where you want it and where it sounds good.
John groaned loudly, making it obvious that he was instantly frustrated.
"Calm down Lenny. Why are you irritated this morning? You haven't even been here 10 minutes."
"I'm just annoyed, okay? I don't need to explain anything to you."
"Ey! John! It was just an innocent question. What's eating you?"
"Nothing you need to be concerned about. I'm fine. Everything's fine. Just annoyed."
"Okay. But if I find out its more than being 'just annoyed', I'm going to kill you."
