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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After a while, George was sitting back lazily with his feet propped up and his rod in his hand. He looked over at the other three.
"Ey. I think this boating thing was a good idea."
"Not nervous anymore Georgie?" John asked.
"Nope. Well, not as much as I was."
"Tomorrow we gotta memorize that list."
"Aaand you made me nervous again. Thanks alot."
"Yer welcome." John said smiling.
"Okay boys. No more talking about the show or that list we have to go over. We're here to forget all about it."
"Paul's right."
"I think I might go for another swim." John said reeling in his rod. He set it aside and threw his towel aside as well. "Anyone joining me?"
"I might soon." Ringo said. "I'm going to continue my catch streak. How many did you get anyhow John?"
John turned around and counted the fish he caught. "Seven. You?"
Ringo had also counted his. "Ten."
"Well.........go on then. Finish yer streak. Whatever we fish out of the water, we have for dinner tonight and through the rest of the week."
"If we have that many."
"John, we have plenty right now."
"So, who's good at cooking and who's good at gutting?"
"Why don't you gut the fish John?"
"No way! I don't want to get me hands dirty."
"Okay fine. You cook."
"No way."
"Yer doing one or the other."
"Fine. I'll cook."
"You just want the clean job."
"Yep. Okay. See you all in a few." He said just as he jumped in the water, getting Paul wet.
"Ey!" He said taking a step back.
John resurfaced and looked at Paul with a huge smile. "Next time, step back so you don't get wet."
"Yer going to scare the fish."
"I am a fish. That's why I'm in the water."
Ringo and George laughed. "Okay. I guess we could leave him in the middle of the ocean. What do you think Paul?"
"Sounds like a plan. What do ye say John? Wanna stay here with all yer fishie friends?"
"No. They all hate me. When they see me, they swim away." John said acting sad.
"Awe. We could be yer friends Mr. Fishie. Come on board the boat."
"No. Its a trick. You.........come in the water."
"No. I'm fishing for yer friends."
"But they're not friends. They all hate me."
Paul started laughing. "Okay. I'm fishing for yer enemies."
"There ye go."
John started swimming around the boat. "Water feels pretty good boys. You should come and join me."
"Why don't we trust you?"
"Beats me. I'm trustable."
Paul looked at the time. "Ey. Its 5:45pm. John, come on. Lets go home. We got plenty of fish that'll last for days."
John nodded and made his way back to the boat. Once he got on board, he started drying off again. "Okay. One of you three are driving this time."
"I will." George said getting behind the wheel. He started it up and they were on their way back to land.
Ringo was sitting off to the side while dealing with the fish, cutting the head and tails off and cleaning them so they didn't have to when they hit land. John and Paul were off to the side just smoking cigarettes and talking.
"We have about twenty minutes before we reach land lads."
"Wonderful." John said laying down, then he closed his eyes.
"Stay awake."
"I'm tired."
"So am I. You don't see me laying down."
"That's because yer you and I'm me."
"Dooley noted."
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Twenty minutes passed and the boat reached the docks again. "We're here." George said happily.
John, Paul and Ringo all stood up. Ringo had the responsibility of getting all the fish that were in two buckets. They all stepped off and made their way to their cars. "Okay. Tomorrow, we can cook the food. I would say today but it was later than I thought when we left the spot. I'm going home and getting a quick something to eat, then heading off to bed."
"Sounds like a plan."
They all made their way into different directions, with John and George riding in the same car since George was staying with John for a bit.
John pulled in to his house and the two got out. "When can I go to my own house?"
"When we find the guy trying to get to ye."
"That's a long time away."
"Maybe. Maybe not. We're looking. It could take some time. You know that. You know how this works."
"Yeh but I'm really starting to miss home."
"I know. I would too. But you can't. Well, not yet."
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5 days later...........................
It was the morning of the show. John and George were up very early and the two had been going over things they needed. They were going to be leaving at 2pm to get there around 4 and set up everything they needed.
When 9am came around, they had all decided to skip their bike rides so they could get ready for that night. By this time, George was terrified. Even though he's been to alot of shows in the past, he was still scared of going and his anxiety would shoot through the roof.
Paul and Ringo were down at the studio packing up all their instruments. Paul put his acoustic guitar in a case and looked at Ringo's hand, which was shaking. He started chuckling. "Scared much?"
"We'll be in front of an audience. Of bloody course I'm scared. Why wouldn't I be? I wouldn't be human if I wasn't scared. Aren't you?"
"No."
"Yer lying. Yer nervous."
"Nervous maybe. But not scared. At least I'm not shaking."
"Ey. I'm nervous too Paul. This is how I show how nervous I am."
"Ye'll be fine Ritchie."
The other day, I was on my way home from Walmart and we were talking about certain birds flying. My mom asked me if turkeys can fly. Of course, my mind and my mouth automatically said: Take those wings and learn to fly. My mom automatically started laughing...........oops. 😂😂
