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john lennon, paul mccartney, george harrison, ringo starr
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"We have business here fellas."
Another one of them lost. Another.
The Beatles had a fan. A fan of great dedication and great love towards the fab 4.
She had blonde hair, short to her shoulders was lost.
Her essence of loyalty was a prime power that made her such an amazing person.
But was she so amazing?
She left The Beatles for a bit.
She had no say in anything though. Life carried her to the direction of diverse blessings.
She got into The Rolling Stones but then her hand got in the art of painting and she spent her nights dancing in the moonlight without a care in the world.
Til the hand of the world grasped her into a fist, in where the fist carried pain and life's sufferings that made life a bit harder everyday.
She couldn't hear anything. Anything.
So that left The Beatles out.
The Beatles knew this girl for they had met her properly back during the time they were filming A Hard Days Night.
John came in view. His sharp features of his long face gave the girl quite a giddy feeling when she first saw him.
John had smiled revealing his crooked teeth that made the girl laugh a bit more.
"Hey why are you laughing? Are you laughing at my imperfections?"
The girl shook her head and looked down with a small smile. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to laugh at your face in that type of manner. I started laughing because I'm really thrilled to meet you. And things just suddenly got funny for some reason. I do apologize though, I'm very honored to meet you." The girl then flashed her big doe eyes up at the man who's humor wasn't broken. He laughed.
"Your alright kid. I understand. Now, are you ready to meet the rest of them?"
And so John took ahold of her bony hand and lead her to the next cart. Then the other cart. The carts keep coming as the train kept moving in bumpy, swaying form.
"It really is such a pleasure to be meeting you. And I'm very thankful that your introducing me to the rest of them."
"No problem really. Your a polite woman, better then some little rotten scoundrel." John and the American girl laughed.
