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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John continued to ride without his hands on the handles of the bike. Several times, he almost fell but caught himself. Paul just kept watching.
"John, yer an idiot. You know that right?"
"Yeh. Yer not the first to tell me." He said putting his hands back on the handles.
"Stop fooling around." Ringo mentioned as he rode beside John.
"What's the fun in that? I have to fool around some time."
"You are what you do."
John glared at Paul.
"Watch the sidewalk John! Not me!"
John looked straight ahead and swerved his bike. "Yeh. Thanks."
"That's what happens when you don't pay attention."
"Oh shut up."
"Come on. We're all here trying to have a good time. We still have a little bit of driving left. No funny business for the rest of the ride."
"Yes sir." John saluted taking both his hands off the handles again.
Paul sighed, then turned to George. "I'm never going to get through to that bloke am I?"
"Nope. He's a lost cause."
"I noticed. He always was."
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The four of them have reached their biking destination and decided to stop for the day. Now, they were riding on the sidewalk of Abbey Road.
"Maybe one of these days we could actually make an Abbey Road album."
"I don't think so." John said, looking at Ringo.
"Why not?"
"Well.........I don't know actually. We're still in the middle of doing Help!"
"I thought you and Paul already finished that."
"We are. But tomorrow, we're releasing it. Remember that."
"Right. August 6th. The release date of our fifth album."
"Right-o. And alot more albums left."
"Got any ideas for our next album? The title and stuff?" George asked.
John stopped riding his bike, making everyone follow suit. "Uh, not sure. How about: Rubber Soul. I think it has a nice ring to it. Don't you think?"
"I'll go with anything right now."
"Have you two written any songs yet?"
"Course we have. We haven't got a date that we'll be recording and stuff though. We only started writing songs yesterday and we're still on the first one."
"Okay. How about this question: Have you got a title for the song?" Ringo asked.
"Not yet. This evening, me and Paulie are getting together again to write some more. Then tomorrow, we'll be down at the studio."
"You have this week all panned out for ye don't you?"
"Just this evening and tomorrow. That's it."
They continued to ride their bikes again. John yawned. "I'm tired."
"Didn't get enough sleep last night?"
"No. Had a nasty 'eadache."
"Again?" Paul asked.
"Yeh. So what? I get them every so often."
"Seems like their happening more frequently. You did see a doctor about the one you had yesterday didn't ye?"
"Yeh. Turns out, it was just from stress."
"So stop stressing."
"I don't even know how I'm under so much stress and the three of you aren't."
"Everyone handles stress differently. Just because we don't show that we're under stress doesn't mean we aren't. Ye know, not everyone gets stress headaches. Some people do but not everyone does. Alot of people hide what they're going through. And most of the time, you fall under that category."
John shrugged. "That's because I hide my feelings. You know that."
"I know. You shouldn't. You know we need to know what's going on in that head of yers. Most of the time, we don't even know something's going on with ye until we find out days later. For example: remember the time you got yer wisdom teeth taken out?"
"Yeh. So?"
"So, we didn't know about it until after it was done. You hid the pain well. None of us know how ye did it."
"Once again: so?"
"Yer father's not bothering you again is he?"
"I don't consider him my father. You know that."
"Okay. Alfred isn't bothering you again is he?"
"No. Haven't seen him. But it doesn't mean he isn't on my mind."
"So, that's why yer under stress and why yer getting these headaches."
"Yeh. I've been under worse. Remember that."
"So, what do you plan to do about it?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean exactly what I asked. You have got to have a plan right?"
"Actually, I do. But, I don't really wanna go through with it."
"Why? Never mind. Forget I asked. Its because he's yer old man."
"Right. Just because I hate him doesn't mean I don't show respect for him."
"But he doesn't show respect to you."
"So? That has nothing to do with it. I should show respect no matter what. Just because he doesn't deserve it doesn't mean I shouldn't. Everyone deserves respect. Everyone. Not just those who are kind to others."
"I see yer point."
They rode back to John's house and set their bikes against the house before walking in.
"Look, he might be the cause of my stress but I can assure you, nothing's going to happen."
"And what if something does?"
"I'm fine Paul. Stop worrying."
They walked further in the house. George was ahead of everyone and stopped making the other three bump into each other.
"Did you have to stop in the middle of the hallway? Move yer arse you sod." John said.
"Uh, was yer house clean when you left this morning?"
"Of course. Why wouldn't it be?"
"Then someone's been here."
"What are you talking about?"
John moved George out of the way. The house had been trashed.
"What happened?"
John walked further into the room. Then, he stepped on some broken glass. He kneeled down and picked up a picture that used to be in a frame and looked at it. George had been circled on it.
"Geo, yer staying with one of us tonight."
Uh oh. Whats going to happen now? Who is after George? The same person who was after him before? Or someone different?"
