I Will • The Beatles [Book 3]

CHAPTER 3

"Okay, so first up we have a concert which runs for about 40 minutes," Brian informed us.

"I wish I could have slept more..." I said quietly to myself.

"What was that?" John asked, concerned.

"I'm tired, John!" I rubbed my eyes and frowned.

"Well, we have less things to do today. We only have two concerts and a few interviews," John said, trying to make it sound like it wasn't much.

"I miss the days where we didn't have a care in the world..." I remembered the good old days, listening to Elvis, jamming together. We were just highschool friends.

"Come on, Paul. This is fine. Remember, you didn't know Ashley in highschool," John tried to find the good in the situation.

"I just wanna go home to Ashley, I upset her yesterday and I feel bad," I pressed my lips together in disappointment.

"Trust me, the day will go by quickly. You'll be with Ashley before you know it," John smiled warmly. I loved this side of John, I was the only person who ever got to see it.

"I just have a really bad headache, I'm not sure how I got it," I frowned.

"That sounds horrible, just tell us if it gets worse and we'll try and help you," George smiled.

"Well, there's nothing much you can do for a headache so I just gotta put up with it, right?"

They all nodded. We were approaching the place the concert was going to be held at. Brian noticed this so he provided us with further instructions, "We're almost there, get ready to run to the building."

The car pulled to a halt as we all jumped out and ran to the building. We entered in through the doors and searched for the stage manager.

"You guys are finally here! Well, better late than never! We have a bit of a crowd out there. I'm gonna go out for a sec to see if the police have control over the crowd, so stay here," The stage manager gave us instructions.

"Okay guys, take a seat and relax for a second. Make sure you're ready to go once the stage manager returns," Brian ordered.

With that being said, we all took a seat on the small wooden chairs backstage, the deafening screams from the hysterical fangirls hammered into me. My head throbbed as I threw my hands up to hold it.

"Are you alright?" John leaned in and whispered.

"Do they need to be so loud??" I complained covering my ears with my sweaty palms.

John gave me a strange look, "I thought you were used to the screams..."

"Nobody should be used to that horrid sound! Bloody hell!" I yelled in irritation.

Before John could make a comment on my reaction, the stage manager burst back in through the doors, the sound from the screams growing.

"Okay guys! The police have gotten somewhat of a control over the crowd, get ready to run out there!" The stage manager arrived.

"Good luck boys!" Brian wished us luck as his lips curled into a smile.

The three other Beatles jumped to their feet and headed for the door, all except me.

"I can't go out there, it's too loud!" I said with a slight tone of annoyance, "I don't feel well."

"What do you mean you don't feel well? There's a crowd out there. They're waiting to see The Beatles! They're waiting to see you!" Brian told me.

"No, no, no, Brian, I can't go out there," I shook my head as I shifted my gaze to my feet.

"What do you mean? You're fine!" He tried to encourage me to play the concert.

"Fine. I'll give it a shot," I smiled weakly.

"Here we are, folks! The moment we've all been waiting for! Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome, The Beatles!" The presenter announced as we ran out onto the stage.

The place was filled with screams and hands waving. All of us waved back to our fangirls. The longer we spent on the stage, the more fans passed out from excitement.

"Alright, alright! We ready for some Rock N Roll??" John shouted into the mic, hyping the audience. I couldn't tell if John got an answer, we just heard screams. "Alright, this one is from our latest record, it's called Can't Buy Me Love."

Once John announced the song, we started playing.

Can't buy me love, oh
Love, oh
Can't buy me love, oh

John and I started singing. My eyes shifting to different parts of the crowd constantly. There were thousands of sets of eyes staring at me. I began to feel nervous.

"George!" I called as I stopped singing and playing and rested my hand on my throbbing forehead.

George turned to face me and gave me a confused look. "Why aren't you singing?"

"I can't! I feel horrible! I'm not up to this!" I yelled back, not caring if my words could be picked up by the microphone. The crowd couldn't hear us anyway.

"Can you manage to finish the concert?" George asked.

"No, I can't!" I cringed at the pain from my head. Before I could do anything else, the pain got the best of me. I dropped my bass and collapsed to the ground. The last thing I saw were three sets of widened eyes and concerned expressions.

"We need to get him back to the hotel!" John's words were hard to hear, I was becoming unconscious.

That's the last thing I remember...