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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"Ouch." Was all John said as he just laid there.
"Are you going to get up or stay there the rest of yer life?"
"Stay. I'm going to take a nap."
"No. Get up. Come on."
"Help me up."
Paul sighed, got off his bike and grabbed John's arm to help him up. "I told you I would do it. You should've listened."
"I didn't think ye'd actually do it."
"Well, you were wrong. I did do it. Now, we still have about 20 minutes before we hit our destination. Then you can go home and nap."
"Thank goodness." John said hopping back on his bike. "Don't kick me off my bike again."
"I will if you test me again."
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Afterwards, once their biking was done and over with, they all went to Ringo's house because it was closer. They all set their bikes in the back yard and walked in through the back door.
"For the first time, we actually go to Starr's house."
"Its not the first time you sod. Now shut up."
"Yes sir." John said saluting Ringo.
"Knock it off."
John smiled widely.
"John, whatever it is yer up to, don't do it."
"Oh come on."
"No. Follow the rules of my house. No planning what yer planning."
"Alright fine. Yer house is safe."
"Wait, my house? Were you planning to set it on fire or something?"
"Uh........no. Why would you think that?"
"Because you said 'my house was safe'. Why?"
"No reason."
"Burn yer own house down."
"No way. I need my house."
"And I need mine."
"I said I wasn't going to do anything."
"Yeh. Should I listen to that though?"
"Yes!"
"So anyways, changing the subject. Anyone have anything interesting they have planned today?"
"I know something you can do John."
"What?"
"Deep house cleaning. You too Paul. Me and Ringo have already done ours."
"Cleaning? I hate cleaning!"
"Yeh. Don't we all. Pick a date and start deep cleaning."
"But I hate cleaning."
"So what? You already mentioned that a second ago. Who cares if you hate cleaning. It'll be fun once you actually get to doing that."
"Alright. Next year."
"John, its August."
John checked his watch. "Ugh, we're late for the studio! We're supposed to be releasing our album today!"
The four had piled in to Ringo's car and they all made their way to the studio. Their manager Brian Epstein made his way out and met them as they were going in.
"Yer late."
"I know that. We got caught up on something."
"Right. Well, we were just about to release the album without you. But I knew you wanted to be here."
"We sorta forgot." Paul said as they all walked inside.
"How can you forget?!"
"Uh, its very easy."
"Oh John, why is yer arm scraped?"
"Paul knocked me off my bike."
"Why?"
"Because he annoyed me. That's why. He deserved it."
"Be careful not to hurt his hands Paul. He needs them."
"Yeh Paul! Listen to the big man!" John said smiling.
"Oh knock it off Lenny. You deserved it and you know it."
John stayed silent and went over to sit down on the couch.
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They had gotten their new album released to the public. Now, Paul and John were working on their sixth album entitled Rubber Soul. Paul had entitled the first song I've just seen a Face. They had been working nonstop trying to get this album ready to go even though they were working on their first song.
John was looking at the lyrics he had written down. It didn't sound right so he changed up some of the words. He tried his best to concentrate but he kept getting distracted and would write down something that didn't even make sense. Paul would read some of what he wrote then laugh because of the lack of concentration.
"John, are you by any chance hungry?"
"Maybe. Why?"
"Because that's what you wrote down. Seriously. You wrote down 'I'm hungry'."
John started laughing. "Did I? Whoops. I guess that was me mind speaking out loud."
"Okay. We could stop for lunch I guess. Any preferences on what you want to eat?"
"Nope. I'll eat anything right now."
"Anything?"
"Nothing disgusting."
"Okay. Fine. How about some take-out."
John nodded. "Wait, it all depends on what kind of 'take-out' you get."
"Chinese. Do you like chinese food?"
"Yeh. Its a deal. You buy though."
"Why is it you never buy?"
"Because yer the one that suggested we get food."
"But yer the one starving to death."
"Alright fine. I'll be the one that buys."
"Finally."
"Paul, don't start. You know I hate paying for anything."
"We all hate it but have to some time."
"What if I said I was broke?"
"Yer famous. You can't be broke. You will NEVER be broke. Remember that."
"I can be broke. What if I got robbed of my money?"
"All the money in yer bank? Yeh. That's highly unlikely."
"But it could happen someday."
"Who would want to steal from you?"
"Someone who's jealous of my money."
"Like who?"
"Give me a week. I'll come up with something."
"And if you don't?"
"Then..........I'll know no one wants my money."
"No one does."
"Someone might."
"Okay. Enough of the money talk. Order some food. I'll wait right here."
