Eight Days A Week - A Beatles Fanfic :-) - (5 Parts)

[LovelyLinda]

Hey there !!

I’m new here, and this is my first story ever.

It’s about my favourite band, I’m sure you know them,

It’s the Beatles! I know, a bit unusual, ‘cause I’m only 15 tonguesmiley.gif

After the rainy concert the four Beatles went to their favourite pub near Abbey Road.

They sat near a radiator, but were still shivering, because they’re soaked from tip to toe.

It was an open-air-concert, and it rained cats and dogs.

It was very loud in the evening, so they sat close together to understand each other.

Paul took a little sip of his coke and looked at John, who was talking.

“Well lads, I really hadn’t thought, that we would get so damn wet…”

Ringo nodded, “Yeah, that’s disgusting.”,

He shook his head and his wet hair flipped around.

George sniffed and pulled his jacket tighter, because his teeth started to chatter.

“Hey fella, are you feelin’ alright?” , Paul asked soothly.

“Mhmm…”, George mumbled, he was just before to fall asleep.

The people around him made lots of loud noises, but it doesn’t seem to bother him.

He was still shivering, although it was really warm in there.

Friendly, as usual, Ringo pulled out his coat put it over George’s Shoulders.

John laughed, “Well, I think our little Georgie’s tired. We’d better go home at a decent time”

Paul grinned and replied, “Yeaah, our young George is sleeping. But I have to admit,

I’m tired, too. It was a hard day’s night, wasn’t it? And tomorrow it’ll be a lot of fun,

Because we are making…” “Hey, I am not sleeping….”, George interrupted him yawning.

Why did he felt so damn tired? His head ached and he’d like to sleep in his bed.

“Wow, you’re not sleeping?”, Ringo asked confused. “No…You see, I’m no..not.”,

He crinkled his face, he suddenly felt a strong tickle in his nose.

He bit of his lips to hold it back, because it would be embarrassing to sneeze in front

of all the others. Fortunately it went away and George sighed luckily.

John was humming a beautifully melody and looked around.

“Lads, what do you think about a song full of memories? Ya know,

About Stu (*1) and other important stuff that happened before.”

“Hey, that’s a particular great idea John, have you got any lyrics yet?”,

Paul wanted to know excited.

“Yup, but I have only the half lyrics finished. When we’re home, I’ll show you.”

Ringo listened to both interested, “I wish I could write such great songs, too.”,

He laughed and drank a sip of his colabeer.

TBC ?

Mod Note: Edited at author's request ~Mute

[LovelyLinda]

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Marks:

(*1) Stu = Stuart Sutcliffe was a bandmember of the Beatles,

He wasn’t such a great musician, but he could draw very, very well.

Unfortunately he passed away in the age of only 22 years!!

[Vetinari]

Cool! I liked George too when I was 15....a lovely start and welcome to the forum.

[littlesneezer18]

Agree with Vet on both of her counts! This variety is nice.

[musiclover90]

Keep going, I like this.

[LOSTfreak]

I really like this so far! Also, I praise you for writing about The Beatles. I hope that you continue.

[allergyboy2001]

Good job. And don't apologize for your English -- it's great.

[aggedy_ann]

Mmmm...my favorite Beatle. Please do continue.

[LovelyLinda]

Ohh thank you guys!!

I was so scared to post this.

I'm soooo glad, that you liked it!!!

Well, I'll continue the story. Here's more of the Beatles and our little Georgie-Boy

By the way, he's my favourite =)

Tired George got afraid when the tickle returned stronger than before.

With his hand he started rubbing his nose, that felt very itchy, still trying to hold

it back, but it doesn’t really work.

He turned his head away, so that the others couldn’t see his cute pre-sneeze face.

First he tried to stifle his sneezes with his fist, but they were too powerfull,

so that they came out. “Ha…GNNG…Ha…Haa..ESHOO, Ha…ASHOO.”

He felt his face blushing red and sniffed. John turned his head around and

announced, “Aah, that’s good old George’s opinion to my new song.”

“Hehe, I thought it was nothing to sneeze at.”, Paul teased him.

“Bless You”, Ringo said, but George still felt the annoying tickle.

“Wa…Wait”, he gasped and took a few quick breaths just to sneeze in the crook

of his elbow again. “Haa…Eshhouu…”, he sniffled, his nose got runny.

“Bless Ya George”, Paul said and offered him a tissue.

“Thags”, George replied with a congested voice and took it thankfully.

But he was ashamed to blow his nose in front of all his bandmembers,

‘cause he knew, that it would sound disgusting, so he only wiped off his nose.

“Now we could think about a few more lyrics for my song. By the way, I found a title for it.

It’s called “In My Life” (*2). “Nice”, Ringo smiled and Paul ordered,

“Lemme know how much verse you need for the first time.”

“Hm..I think about three or four.”, John answered. “Okay, let’s see…:”,

both were thinking and discussing about the new lyrics for John’s new song.

It had gotten empty in the pub and it was nearly quiet except the voices of John

and Paul. But the silent got interrupted suddenly with a badly stifled

“Haa…Haa…Ashhoou”. George sneezed in his cupped hands and whispered

a quiet “Sorry”. But it seemed that no one noticed him, because they were hardly working

on the song. “Do you mind if I go quick to the toilet?”, George asked and tipped

on Paul’s shoulder. “Of course you can go”, Paul answered still staring at the lyrics,

they wrote on a piece of paper. Yawning George stood up and felt a bit dizzy.

He recovered and went into the empty bathroom. Now he couldn’t stop his runny nose

anymore with sniffling, so he took one of the papertowels and blew his nose violently.

“Oww, it feels so good to breath through the nose again…”, he thought and threw it

into the litter. He went quick on the toilet, washed his hands and returned to the

other three Beatles.

TBC?

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NOTES:

(*2) In My Life = Of course wasn’t this song written like this,

I only love the song, so I decided to take it for my story ;-)

It’s written by John in 1965 and it’s such a lovely song.

A masterpiece <3

[littlesneezer18]

Yes! Please continue! This is so sweet.!

[musiclover90]

I love this, please keep going!

[LovelyLinda]

Hey there =)

Thanks for reading,

if you have special wishes, which should happen in the story,

so please tell me, I'll try to satisfy them

Okay, here's the next part.

I'm sorry that it contains not so much sneezes,

but soon there'll be more.

“I’m back”, George announced quietly, but he got no answer.

He realized that they all had closed their eyes and leaned back.

He was confused and touched John’s arm cautious. “John?”, he asked.

Suddenly the three sleeping Beatles jumped off and yelled “BOOOO!!”

George squeaked like a little girl and jumped back.

He could feel his heart beaten quickly. “Oh men, that wasn’t fair.”, he laughed

and stuck out his tongue. “Yeaah, we know.”, Ringo answered with a grin,

“We’ve already paid, so let’s go home, it’s one o’clock.” “Oh yeah, of course”,

George muttered and groaned. He grabbed the jacket lying on his chair.

“Mhm? Isn’t that yours Ringo, is it?” Ringo took it and said, “Ahm, yeah,

you’re alright, it’s mine. I pulled it over you while you was asleep, because you

had shivered so badly.” George got blushed again and stumbled, “Oh ahm..

Thank you, but I think it’s not necessary that you take care of me,

I’m old enough to do it by myself.” He smiled and they went to the car.

Paul hadn’t drunken as much alcohol as the other Beatles, so he had to drive

home. They were too tired to go to their own houses, so they decided

to sleep at Paul’s one. It was convenient, because they had to rehearse the next day

for their concert the day after the following day. Paul gave a few warm blankets and

soft pillows to his friends and showed them their huge bedroom.

“Sleep very well!”, he said and went to his own bedroom. “Good Night”, they yelled back.

Their beds were very comfortable and they enjoyed lying in them.

They had a short talk before they went to sleep.

“Have you got an idea what we could play at the concert?”, Paul asked and looked around.

John mumbled, “I think “I’m Down” would be fab, I like to hear you singing this one.”

Paul grinned, “Yeah, or “Lang Tall Sally”. What about “Nowhere Man” ?”

“I dunno. You have lot’s of great songs.”, Ringo replied.

“That’s right. But it’s better to think about it tomorrow. Now it’s time to slee…haa…

sleeee…haa…ashooo …*sniff*…sleep, isn’t it?”, George suggested and sneezed wetly

in his cupped hands. “Bless”, John mumbled sleepy.

A few minutes later they all fall asleep. It was silent except George, who was snoring lightly.

[littlesneezer18]

Nice new piece. This story is so sweet..

[melonbun]

Mmmm... I like, you're a wonderful writer

[LovelyLinda]

Oww...

But I really don't think, that I'm a particular good writer...

(Exspecially not in ENGLISH!!)

It's just, oww, I love the Beatles so much.

I want to cuddle George, if he's still alive,

but he passed away 7 years before... :'-(

Mhmmm...

Okay, let's talk 'bout another topic.

Well, here's the next part of my story.

Poor poor George

He had to sneeze like mad^^

In the late morning Ringo was the first one who woke up. Yawning he looked around the

huge room. John was laying on his stomach as usual and breathes silently.

To his other side, there was laying George. Ringo noticed, that George threw his pillow away

while he was sleeping, and snored lightly. He was confused, he never heard him snoring

before. He heared a few noises from downstairs, so he wanted to see what’s happening.

He stood up and tiptoed to the kitchen, where the sounds came from.

It was only Paul, who was preparing the kitchen table.

“Morning”, Ringo mumbled and sat down on the kitchen chair.

“Oh, morning Ringo. You’re as early awake as me ? That’s strange!”, Paul laughed

and took a few Jam Jars out of the fridge. “Yup, but I woke up, and it was impossible

to keep on sleeping, because George’s snoring loudly…”, Ringo groaned.

“Really? I never heard him snore, are you sure it wasn’t John? He’s snoring pretty much.”,

Paul asked and sat down beside him. “Dunno”, Ringo replied. Both were shocked when

the kitchen door got opened and John came in. “Morning lads”, he said with his usual

husky voice and sat down on one free kitchen chair next to them.

“Morning John. How did you sleep? Is George awake too? We could have breakfast.”,

Paul said and Ringo smiled. “No, but we should wake him. It’s nearly twelve o’clock,

we wanted to rehearse in one hour.”, John answered and went to the door. “Yeah, ‘kay”,

the others replied and followed him upstairs.

“Good Morning Georgie-Boy, we’ve already made breakfast.

Come on, get up George, and we’ll eat something.”,

Paul whispered smoothly and jiggled George’s arm gently.

“Lemme sleep…”, George mumbled still asleep and turned to his other side.

Paul looked confused and shook George’s arm tighter.

He finally opened his eyes and looked at him.

“Ahmm.…Morning Lads”, he greeted them and crinkled his nose.

Oww crap, at least he was still feeling as tired as the day before.

It was the fault of the damn wet concert, he surely caught something there.

His nose was itchy again and he felt a sneeze coming.

“C’mon, let’s have breakfast!”, John suggested. George nodded, rubbing his nose,

unable to speech because he was hardly trying to hold it back.

He felt embarrassed to sneeze in front of them, although he did it more than 5 times

the day before, but they’re all so drunken, they surely forgot about it.

Finally George got his cute pre-sneeze face, turned his head away from them,

and sneezed twice in the crook of his elbow. “ Ha..a…ISHOoo, Ha…haa…ASHOo”

He felt his cheeks blushing red and sniffled, but the tickle in his nose hadn’t gone away.

“Blesses”, Ringo announced. The Beatles went downstairs and had a huge breakfast.

They got dressed and prepared themselves for the bandrehearsal.

In Paul’s Studio they switched on the microphones and amps and started playing

some songs. “Let’s do an old one”, John said, and Ringo suggested, “Yeah, what’s ‘bout

“Take Good Care Of My Baby” ?” “Pfff, If you want, of course. Hey George,

come along, you’re singing the Leadpart, aren’t you?”, he answered and played the riff at the

beginning. George stood next to the micro and started singing, “My tears are fallin’, ‘cause

you’ve taken her away. And though it really hurts me so, there’s something I gotta say-ay…

Taake good caaare of my baaaabyyy, please don’t ever make her bluuue, just tell her

that you love her, make sure you’re thinking of her, in everything you say or dooo…”

He noticed, that his voice sounded deeper as usual and was a bit congested.

He was very ashamed as he had to sneeze during the song, because he just couldn’t

play, sing and sneeze at the same time. He stopped singing and playing to cover his nose with

his cupped hands. Paul and John stopped playing, too and asked worried, “What’s up

George? Are you coming down with a cold? Since the morning you’re constantly sneezing.”

His cheeks turned cherry red and he mumbled, “I don’t know, maybe a little cold.

But nothing to worry abo…abouu…ahh..ASHOO..ah..HaaGNGG…Haa…Ahh ESHHOU.”

The tickle returned and made him sneeze three times. “Oww..Bless Yaa!”,

Paul saw him sniffling miserable, so he took a tissue box from the table and gave it to George.

“Thadk you…”, he answered stuffed up and took it thankfully. He turned away from the

others and blew his nose loudly. He had felt embarrassed enough, now it doesn’t count

anymore, he may blow his nose as loud as we want to.

But instead of making it better, the nose blowing made the tickle return stronger,

but he could hold back. “Should we try another song?”, John asked and played the

intro to “Ticket To Ride”. “Yeah.”, they answered and joined in playing.

But during the song George had a sneeze fit, about 8 or 9 sneezes, he sneezed uncovered

above his shoulder, so that he hadn’t to stop playing the song.

TBC......?

[justalittlemusic]

i love this fic....please write more!!

[vampire_sneeze]

it's great and you're really not too bad at English.

if this continues farther, can we have some Ringo sneezing, please?

[meepsy]

very nice fic so far! I am all for sneezy Beatles!

[Bluebird]

Holy shit.

I think I just died o.o

I am in MAD love with George! And this is coming from your average teen girl!

Great job my friend, GREAT job!!!

[snzyn]

Oh this is great. I cant wait to read more.

[LovelyLinda]

@snzyn

Thank you =)

I wrote the next part, I hope you like it.

@ The artistic paws

Oh, thanks a lot, that's nice to hear.

George's my favourite as well,

he's sooo a cutie!!

@meepsy

Hihi, me too^^

@vampire sneeze

It's been a while since I wrote this fic,

I read it a few minutes ago and cringed when I spotted lots of mistakes....

But I studied dilligently, and I think now the story'll sound a bit better.

@justalittlemusic

Nice you like it ;-)

Okay, here it is, the next part ;-)

This time (exspecially for vampire_sneeze) with Ringo sneezing

Hope you enjoy.

After the song Paul patted him sympathically on his back and soothed,

“Lad, you don’t sound that good. Maybe it’d be really better if you try to get

some rest, huh?“ George protested weakly,” it’s just something in the air”, but he

couldn’t convince him. So he just nodded, his head ached terribly and all he

wanted was to sleep. He didn’t remember how he got upstairs, but eventually he

was in one of the beds, cuddled under nice, warm blankets.

The next morning came way too early for all of them.

Paul was the first one, who woke up, like every day. Yawning he rubbed his eyes

and stood to make breakfast. Sleepy he noticed, that his nose was a bit stuffy, but

he didn’t care and just snuffled. He toasted enough bread for him, Linda and his

band mates. When he was setting the table the door opened and John came into

the kitchen. “Mornin’ Paul”, he yelled in his usual husky voice and cleared his

throat “Can I help ya?”, he asked and sat down on a chair. “No thanks, I’ve

finished right now.” Paul answered and heard, that his voice sounded a bit

congested. He sat down next to John and yawned. “Did ya sleep well?”, he asked

John, who seemed to be still sleepy. “Huh? Ahm, yeah, I think so. You?”, he

answered surprised. “Yeah, but I’m still kinda tired…”, Paul mentioned. “Me

too”,, John agreed and scratched his chin. “Well, we should wake the others, I’m

hungry.” His mate nodded. Both went upstairs and saw Ringo sitting on the edge

of George’s bed and talking to him with a soothing voice. He turned around when

both entered the room. George coughed harshly into his pillow and threw his

blanket away. “I’m feeling so hot…”, he groaned and his feverish face shimmered

sweaty. “Oh my…You look awful George! How did that happen?”, Paul stuttered

and sat down on the other edge of the bed. Carefully he put his hand on George’s

forehead and felt his temperature. “Oh man, you’re burning up, you’d better stay

here and take some rest. Can I get you something?” “No…Thanks, just wanna

sleep…”, he mumbled and closed his eyes. “Poor guy”, Ringo whispered and

followed the others quietly out of the room. Sympathically he took a last look on

George and closed the door silently.

“Damn”, John said and the three Beatles sat down on the sofa. “Poor Georgie-

Boy, he could have caught the death yesterday.”, Ringo said, “Well…Actually we

as well.”, Paul added when he saw a sudden expression on Ringos face.

Concentrated he pinched the bridge of his nose, snuffled and bit on his lower lip.

Finally he put his hand down and sighed luckily. “What can we do? We’ve got an

important concert tomorrow, what’s if…”, Paul asked but got interrupted with a

loud “Hueshh….”. Ringo turned his head away, he couldn’t hold back any longer.

He muffled a second and a third sneeze in the crook of his elbow. He sniffled and

wiped his nose with his sleeve. “Bless ya”, John and Paul said. “Thanks”, Ringo

muttered and rubbed his nose, that was still tickling. Paul continued, “…what’s if

George’s too weak to play? He looks like he’s gonna die.” Ringos nostrils

fluttered even though he pinched his nose tightly. Again he turned his head away

and tried to stifle his mighty sneezes in the crook of his elbow. With watery eyes

and runny nose he looked up. Finally he let out an unstifled, loud “Huueeshh”,

then he was finished. Paul as well as John stared at Ringo and repeated their

blessings. “Dammit”, Ringo muttered and sniffed miserable. “D’ya need a

tissue?”, Paul asked him and offered him the tissue box.

(TBC?)

[snzyn]

That was a great chapter. Cant wait to read more.

[blackrose]

looks good! please continue!

[vampire_sneeze]

*squee* thanks girl you're fab!

[Bluebird]

Excellent chapter! You'd expect such big sneezes from Ringo because of his large nose