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Fan fiction by Rubyrings posted over a year ago
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It was midafternoon in London. The Big Ben towered over the River Thames, which flowed unconcernedly on its way, past the people going about their business on either side. Everything seemed calm and normal.
But deep down below the water's surface, things were happening. The currents sped up and changed directions, as if suddenly disturbed. The change was mostly happening around a cagelike structure which could almost have passed for an ordinary storm drain - almost. Ominous rumbling sounds were coming from inside. Four long, curved, razor-sharp points emerged from the darkness, scraping against the bars. The water bubbled furiously; the cagelike thing shook on its foundations. The sharp, hooked points seemed to give the bars a push, and the front of the cagelike thing gave way under the pressure, slowly coming loose from its foundations...
But nearby, just outside a big theatre, nobody was paying any attention to that. The crowds lined up, the majority of them teenage girls, though also plenty who weren't, and they were squealing with excitement.
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Fan fiction by Rubyrings posted over a year ago
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The next day, when John got up, I had already dressed, eaten, and was standing with my things by the front door, clearly ready to leave.
"Well, thanks, John," I said. "I had a wonderful time."
John blinked at me in the early-morning light. "You're leaving?"
I nodded, trying my best to look as though I really wanted to. "It's time. You know I couldn't stay with you forever. I need to get back home."
"But..." For a moment, John's ever-confident expression faltered and he looked lost - "You don't have to go yet. We haven't done half the things we could do here. Come on, give it another month or two."
My heart pounded, as I tried not to show John how much his offer excited me. But that wasn't the only thing exciting me. I was right. John didn't want me to leave. He would be too lonely without me, and though it hurt me to make John feel this way, it was the only way to make every Beatle happy.
"I can't, John," I repeated. "I've stayed away too long. It's time for me to go."
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Fan fiction by Rubyrings posted over a year ago
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For the next week, I stayed with John. It was heaven for me, and I think John enjoyed my company, too. But my real reason for being here never left my mind.
On the first day, John introduced me to his music. He played me songs he'd recorded solo in the last couple of years, and they were so beautiful, but they made me cry. Then I asked to hear some Beatles songs, and John played me many of the earlier ones I didn't know yet on his guitar. "Misery" and "I Should Have Known Better" and "A Hard Day's Night" and "Help!" and "Eight Days a Week" and "It's Only Love" and "No Reply" and many more. I was in ecstasy. Only it just wasn't the same without all four Beatles playing.
"I love these songs!" I told John. "I only wish you were all playing on them."
"Now, don't go starting that again!" John smiled, but I sensed the tension underneath. "I've got the records, too. You can just listen to those."
"Can we hear 'The Long and Winding Road' again?" I asked on impulse.
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Fan fiction by Rubyrings posted over a year ago
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Some time later, and I was walking in Central Park, my next step in finding and reuniting all the Beatles. George had driven me to the airport and paid for my flight back to the United States. On the plane, I had thought about John. From what the other Beatles had told me, he would probably be the hardest to convince, but after my victory with George, I was feeling like I could do anything.
I had looked at Paul's photo of the Beatles again before leaving George's house, and even though most of the Beatles looked so different now, I was able to recognize George and Ringo in the picture, so I could figure out which one was John. John had narrow, twinkling eyes and a smile that suggested he was laughing at something - or someone. I didn't know what to expect when I met him.
But right now I was in Central Park, and I used the same strategy I had on Abbey Road - talking to all the passerby about John Lennon to see if any of them knew where he lived. Some didn't, but quite a few pointed out a building nearby that they said he lived in. The last woman I spoke to seemed positive about it. "He comes out of there all the time," she said. "Poor fellow," she added.
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Fan fiction by Rubyrings posted over a year ago
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I don't know how long I sat there, crying on George's kitchen table. George, I think, wasn't sure how to handle a girl crying in his kitchen and he left, letting me stay in there as long as I liked, while he was in some other part of the house. I think that was best. After a long time, when I had cried so much I couldn't cry anymore, I lifted my head into my hands and tried to think. I couldn't just accept George's answer. There had to be something I could do to change his mind. I had to see my plan through. I owed it to Paul, and to Ringo. What could I do about George? Why wouldn't he want the Beatles to reunite?
I thought back to what he'd said to me. I was trying to think if he'd mentioned any reasons he knew why the Beatles shouldn't reunite, but all I remembered was that George had been talking quite a lot about his own feelings. George wouldn't be able to do his songs if the Beatles reunited - Paul felt George was stifling him... maybe, George felt too unappreciated to want to become part of a band again. So it was up to me to show him how appreciated he was.
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Fan fiction by Rubyrings posted over a year ago
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That night was the most thrilling night of my life. Ringo told me I could stay and have dinner with him, and then after dinner, he had a concert to do, and he said I could stay backstage and watch! And I did, and he was just amazing! His songs, even without the other three Beatles there, were so beautiful! I couldn't believe that my friends didn't listen to him, at least!
I slept on the sofa in Ringo's hotel suite that night, and the next day, I decided I could ask him to take me to George. That was different from asking Paul to help me find Ringo, because Ringo knew about my plan. I had decided to see George before John because I knew John lived in the United States; I would have to go back there to find him. I didn't know how I would find him when the only address I had was "New York City", but I wasn't going to worry about that just yet.
Ringo agreed to take me to George's house, but he seemed a little reluctant. I felt uncomfortable when I saw that; weren't any of the Beatles still friends?
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Fan fiction by Rubyrings posted over a year ago
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Maureen found me the address of the hotel Ringo was staying in while he was recording or touring - even she wasn't sure which it was. She offered to drive me there, too, but she wouldn't go in with me. "I don't know what he'll say if I'm there. I think you'd better do this on your own." But she did give me a slip of paper she had signed, saying that I had to get in to see Ringo and should be allowed into his room. "That'll stop them giving you trouble at the front desk," Maureen said with satisfaction.
The hotel in question was quite a fancy one, nicer than any I had ever stayed it, though I supposed it was right that a Beatle should stay in the best places. I went to the front desk and asked for Ringo Starr's room. The desk clerk, like Maureen had thought, wouldn't help me, until I gave him the paper signed by Ringo's wife, and that worked. I was escorted up to a room on the top floor, and the clerk knocked on the door.
My heart was pounding in my chest as the door opened. Yes - that was really Ringo standing in the doorway, looking curiously at both of us, staring at me with a friendly but puzzled look.
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Fan fiction by Rubyrings posted over a year ago
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Luckily, I still had some money left from my job for transportation. I figured I might end up spending it all on plane and train tickets, but it was worth it. My only other option would have been stealing money from Paul, and I would never do that!
My next step was a plane ride followed by a train ride out into a secluded place back in England, where I found a nice big house with a statue of a rhinoceros out front. This was the place, according to Paul's address book, where Ringo lived. If he was still here, this was where I would convince him to rejoin the Beatles.
I knocked on the door, and a pretty blonde woman with a bright smile and dark makeup all around her eyes answered. Three small children surrounded her, clinging to their mother and staring at me. "Yes?" said the woman, in that same accent that Paul had, giving me a puzzled look.
"Hi," I replied, a little nervously. "I - can I see Ringo?"
The woman looked at me for another moment as though she were deciding whether to trust me, and then sighed. "You could if he was here. He's been staying here less and less recently, I don't know what to do about it - but how far have you come from?" she...
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Fan fiction by Rubyrings posted over a year ago
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It was almost a week later when I managed to get back to the record store. I knew that Mom had told Dad about my crying over The Long And Winding Road and they would try and stop me from going if they knew. But one day, I told them I had a project to work on and would be a bit late coming home. I wasn't lying - not really. What project was more important than saving the Beatles?
When I got to the record store, Marvin looked up and smiled. "Ah, Carrie. I wondered when you were coming back. I have something else for you." He slid another record across the counter. I knew it was the Beatles with just one glance. The title was, "Let It Be" and the B-side was called "You Know My Name (Look Up the Number)".
"It's a very funny song," Marvin said about the B-side. "I thought you might need it, since "The Long and Winding Road" is kind of sad."
As he said that, my questions came bursting out. "It's the saddest thing I've ever heard! What made Paul feel like that? Where do the Beatles live now? Are they British? I have to help Paul!"
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Fan fiction by Rubyrings posted over a year ago
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As soon as I got home, I went to my room and put my new record in the player. As I put the needle in, I was still staring at the Beatles' faces on the cover. I wondered why I had never heard of them before. They were really cute. Why had none of my friends ever mentioned them? None of the groups they liked were quite as cute as these boys were.
But then the song started, and I forgot all about that.

"The long and winding road
That leads to your door...
Will never disappear,
I've seen that road before...."

The voice was heartbreaking. It was like sadness in its purest form, turned into music. I leaned in towards the record player, fascinated and horrified all at once.

"It always leads me here,
Lead me to your door...."

Who was this singing? Why was he so sad? My fingernails dug into the record cover, trying to hold in my feelings, trying to protect the unknown Beatles from a sadness I knew I couldn't stop...
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Fan fiction by Rubyrings posted over a year ago
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I was born in 1960. My parents didn't approve of rock & roll, or of anything the youth was doing back then, and I remember they tried to shield me from a lot of it. I didn't really understand it at that age. I only know there was a lot of them making sure I didn't see or hear or wear certain things, and they always said, "I hope Carrie doesn't grow up like them". They always made sure my skirts weren't too short before they let me buy them. And they were very strict about which radio stations I listened to. So I went through that whole decade never hearing about the Beatles.
Now I'm grateful I found them before it was too late.
But I'm getting ahead of myself. It really all started when I was about twelve, and stopped wanting to do whatever my parents said. My friends wore different clothes than I did, and they listened to rock music, and I wanted to, too. I went shopping with them and I bought whichever records they said were the best - "Oh, you just have to listen to this, Carrie!" - so in about a year, I knew quite a lot about rock for someone whose parents never allowed her to listen to it.
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Opinion by paulrance posted over a year ago
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Paul McCartney can lay claim to being the greatest ever songwriter to come out of the UK. Born in Liverpool on June 18th, 1942, McCartney, along with John Lennon, wrote songs which will surely last as long as popular music itself.

Whilst Lennon and McCartney songs had both names in the credits, it was often obvious which songs were mainly John's, and which were mainly Paul's. 'Yesterday' was, when Beatlegate was at its most bitter, mentioned by John Lennon in his withering 'How Do You Sleep?' attack on Macca, as the only good song McCartney ever wrote. Paul responded later with: "I was sleeping very well at the time." Most songwriters would have died happy having written 'Yesterday' - it was voted the Song of the Century in a 1999 BBC Radio 2 poll of music experts, musicians, and listeners.

Both McCartney and Lennon lost their mothers when they were teenagers, and that no doubt created a common bond, and gave them an unusual depth for young men, which would surface in songs such as Paul's 'Eleanor Rigby', and John's 'In My Life'. While John had a certain, understandable bitterness because of the loss of his mother, Paul mostly seemed to be chirpy,...
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Fan fiction by Rubyrings posted over a year ago
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The Beatles were back together, and I had never been happier. The Beatles never forgot what I had done for them, and I became sort of their official number-one fan. They sent me their new records as soon as they released them, and they always signed them. I got free tickets to many of their concerts, and they would sometimes just call me or send me a letter to ask how I was doing, and to tell me a little bit about their lives, which were happier than ever. The Beatles told me that they had all promised each other that if they ever had problems again, they would work them out right away instead of letting them get so bad that they overshadowed their friendship.
My being the Beatles' number-one fan didn't please my parents much, but they really didn't have much control over what I did and didn't do now. I had already traveled to England, Scotland, and New York without them even knowing it. I told them that my tastes were just different from theirs, and I think eventually they accepted that.
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Fan fiction by Rubyrings posted over a year ago
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Later that night, when all the McCartneys were asleep, I sat awake, thinking, on the little pull-out bed Linda had gotten out for me.
I knew what I had to do now. Somehow, I would have to find Ringo, George, and John, and tell them how sad Paul was about their breakup, and convince them all, somehow, to come here and reunite. I didn't know how I was going to do that, but I couldn't believe that any of the former Beatles would be too hard to convince. Who would want to leave the Beatles behind? I was really much more worried about how to find them.
How was I going to do that? Maybe Paul still knew where I could find them. It would be much easier - and more appealing - to just ask him to give me a lift, than to wander around until I found another Beatle again. I wondered what Paul would say if I asked him, or if he knew what I was planning. Would he be happy? Or would he be upset about going to find his old friends after their breakup? How would the others feel if Paul suddenly came to their door - "lead me to your door..." I couldn't help thinking, wondering if that was what the lyric meant. If it was, did that mean Paul hadn't seen them since the breakup? I...
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Opinion by WIBBILY_WOBBLY posted over a year ago
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I started liking them only this year. My sister said "Hey, you've got to listen to these guys. You're going to love them!" So I listened. I said "They're so amazing! What was that song called?" she said "You Like Me Too Much." And I said "What? No I don't" She said "No, you idiot! That's the song title." And I said "Ohhhh, I get it." That's just how I got started liking them. After a while, I did some research on them. I soon became obsessed with them. (Especially George Harrison.)

So, as I became more, and more obsessed, I became over-obessed. I found out their height's, favorite color's, favorite food's, even what their full name are. By the way, George's favorite food, color, and height, and full name are sandwiches, purple, and 5'11, and George (didn't have a middle name) Harrison. John's are seafood, green, and 5'10, and John Winston Lennon. Paul's are salad (he was a vegetarian), blue, and 5'10, and James Paul McCartney. And Ringo's were steak, red, and 5'6, and Richard Starkey. Whoops.
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Opinion by ChiliPepperLuv posted over a year ago
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The Beatles are loved by millions of people around the world, including myself. I have loved the Beatles since I was twelve years old, and my love has continued to grow since then. Unfortunately, not everyone understands my passion and love for the Beatles. My sister gives me crap about it all the time. Always going, "Your obsession is weird." More frequently, she says, "You HAD to like the Beatles." Rambling aside, I am focusing on how I got into the Beatles and why I love them.

How I Learned About the Beatles
I first learned about the Beatles when I was twelve years old. I was listening to a radio station called the Bridge. It plays mellow, classic rock. A Beatles song came on the radio. It was "Let it Be." I decided to change the channel, for some reason I still don't know to this day. My mom grabbed my hand and said, "No, no, no, no! Do NOT change the channel!" I just looked at her. She said, "You'll like this. Trust me." I loved it. I said, "So, that was the Beatles?" She said, "Yeah." I said, "They're so amazing! Are they still around?" She said, "No. They called it quits years ago." I said, "Aw! Are they still...
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Fan fiction by WIBBILY_WOBBLY posted over a year ago
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RINGO'S POINT OF VIEW

November 29th, 2001

The day I lost the love of my life. Forever.

One of the last times I saw him was July. My daughter had brain surgery and I could't stay long. "Do you want me to come with you?" George offered. "What? No, you can't. You've got to stay here and get rid of the cancer." I can't believe I said a thing like that. "So? I've missed you. I don't want you to have to leave me." I was most likely blushing when he grabbed my hand.

"Ritchie, I need to tell you something." He sat up. I got scared and just walked out. That was a mistake. Me, George, and Paul went out for lunch. I didn't say a word to him. About four months later I received a letter.

"Richard,

I am dying. The cancer has spread to my lungs, and my brain. This might be the last time I get to talk to you. It really hurt my feelings when you ran out of the hospital that day. But I understand I scared you. I still have to tell you something and I guess I have to tell you through this letter.
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Opinion by RonPrice posted over a year ago
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Poetry, song and autobiography have been interlinked for millennia. In my pioneering life, beginning in 1962, the music and words of The Beatles and Bob Dylan, the culture of the sixties and my own autobiography come together in an interesting cross-fertilization. Bob Mason's unpublished PhD Thesis on 'The Dialogue Between the Beatles and Bob Dylan'1 illumined, for me, this triangle of relationships. To take but one of many possible examples, the very month I decided to pioneer among the Eskimo, October 1965, The Beatles' hit "Nowhere Man" was released, said Mason. Most of their songs were about their coming to terms with autobiographical issues, about changing society, about drugs(after 1965) and about a dialogue between these megastars. Paul McArtney said, in a song he wrote in the 1990s, that the members of his group, The Beatles, always came back to the songs they had been singing because these songs told them, and everyone else who was interested, where they were at. This is quintessentially true of my own poetry: they tell of where I was at. When I reread them I orient myself and my life. -Ron Price with thanks to 1"Arts Today," ABC Radio National, 10:05-11:00 am, 16 January...
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Fan fiction by Rubyrings posted over a year ago
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George waited as John finished saying goodbye to their mates. He seemed to be asking them something, which made them frown a little, but then Ringo said something back, and John nodded and went back to George. Both Paul and Ringo looked very sad as they walked away, George noted. They had to change the future!
John and George talked about that as they walked. George didn't pay as much attention to where they were going this time, concentrating instead on this all-important conversation.
"I think, if we can get Brian to go on vacation in a couple of years, he should be all right."
"Yeah, and me and Paul will just have to know what kind of songs we'll want to write then. So's we'll be ready for them."
"We'd better tell him I'll have songs waiting, too. Do you think they'll be any good?"
"'Course, George, don't be daft. I'll tell them we're not changing our look so much, either. I want people to remember this one."
"Well, that's everything, innit?"
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Opinion by Rubyrings posted over a year ago
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Well, most everyone else here seems to have done a favourite Beatles song list - now it's my turn. My list is, of course, subject to change, since this is the Beatles and I don't think one article would be long enough to talk about all the wonderful songs they wrote. However, at the moment, my top 20 are:

1. You Like Me Too Much
I don't know why, but this one has been special to me since the day I first heard it. Maybe because it's a nice reversal of sad love songs - instead of, "don't leave me", it's "you'll never leave me". Not that I have anything against sad love songs, but they all need their happy endings.

2. Ask Me Why
This song is so unbelieveably happy it always made me cry, until I had listened to the Beatles' songs so much I couldn't cry at them anymore. (By the way, if anyone knows how I can start crying at them again, I'd really appreciate that.)

3. Don't Pass Me By
Ringo's first-ever song. Need I say more?
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Opinion by Rubyrings posted over a year ago
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You all know about me - the girl who could never pick a favourite Beatle. I never answered the "Who is your favourite Beatle?" polls. I could never have chosen between those four equally loveable boys. To choose one would have seemed somehow disloyal to the other three.

Except now I have.

In my early days of fandom, I did sort of have a favourite. I never really wanted to pick one then, either, until one day my dad asked me who was my favourite Beatle. Of course I loved them all so much in different ways, but I had been particularily attracted to John's charming smile, and the way he could outwit anyone, and was never at a loss of what to say. So I said, "Well...if I really had to pick one... I guess John." I think this surprised Daddy, actually, who was expecting me to say George!

But I hadn't exactly picked John as my favourite, officially, and as time went on, I certainly didn't start loving John less, but my love for the four of them sort of evened out, until I honestly couldn't have said which Beatle I loved most. I didn't want to. Choosing one favourite Beatle would diminish my love for the others - right?
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Article by Peaceandlove67 posted over a year ago
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Hello, everyone! Peaceandlove67, here! Today, I am writing my tribute to the Beatles. I would like to thank ChiliPepperLuv, WIBBILY_WOBBLY, RocknRollSoul60, and Roldan13 for the inspiration. Anyway, this is my article on how I got into the Beatles and my love for them.

I have been a Beatles fan for as long as I can remember. I never knew my parents, but I did end up with their vinyls. That's all I have left of them, other than pictures, of course. The first Beatles song I can remember hearing is "And I Love Her." I really enjoyed the sound of the song, and one day, my uncle found me playing that song on his guitar. I think I was six. I'm not sure. I even picked up on the bass lines of Beatles songs, and I also figured out how to play "Let it Be" on piano by ear. As a result, I grew to appreciate the Beatles even more, and as I found out more about them, I fell even more in love with them, especially Ringo. He's just so cute, and he's sweet, funny, and he has the bluest eyes of anyone I've ever seen. Anyway, their music helped me through hard times, too. Before I met my best friend, I was a wreck. I was pessimistic and really lonely, but music, especially Beatles music,...
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Opinion by Roldan13 posted over a year ago
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Hello, fellow Beatles fans. Roldan13 here, and I am writing on how I became a Beatles fan. Before we begin, I'd like to give a shout out to ChiliPepperLuv, WIBBILY_WOBBLY, and RocknRollSoul60. Their articles are amazing, and if you haven't done so already, I suggest reading them. Now that I have that off my chest, I'll begin the story of how I got into the Beatles.

I've only been a fan of the Beatles since January. However, I feel like I know all about them because of all the research I've done on them. Anyway, you may want a box of tissues for this part. It's kinda sad. After losing both of my parents in a car crash, I ending up living with my aunt and uncle. On the first day at my new school, I was bullied, and I was very upset. My older cousin played the piano and sang "Hey Jude" to make me feel better. I smiled and said, "Thanks. That's very sweet. Did you make that up yourself?" He said, "No, it's a song by the Beatles." I said, "Beatles?" He said, "Yes, the Beatles. They're the pop and rock band from Liverpool, England." I asked if he had any of their albums. He said, "Yes. I recommend listening to Help! first." I did, and I fell in love with them. I asked if...
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Fan fiction by Rubyrings posted over a year ago
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John, George, and Ringo never left Paul's side, and they stayed outside the hospital room, not talking, but able to feel each others' anxious feelings about their friend. Paul hadn't woken up on the way to the hospital, but there was still a pulse, and now all they could do was hope he'd be all right.
John had something else to think about, too. Even when Paul had been on the edge of losing consciousness, he had still said to John: "Does this mean we're not breaking up?" Was the Beatles staying together really so important to him? Hadn't Paul spent the last couple of years trying to control John's band? But then, what if that wasn't what he'd been trying to do? Was that why he'd run away? Would that really make him go out into the snow and almost wind up - no. He'd be fine. He had to.
It was a couple of excruciating hours later that the doctor came to tell them how he was. Paul had severe hypothermia, apparently, but he'd been treated for it and was recovering. It was a good thing the other Beatles had brought him in when they did - another day or two and it would have been too late.
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Fan fiction by Rubyrings posted over a year ago
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As soon as Paul opened his eyes the next day, he knew something had changed. The air had been bitterly cold last night, but Paul had just lay there, unable to get up and find somewhere more sheltered.
Now, he tried to move his arms and to sit up. He couldn't.
Frowning, Paul tried to move again. And again. His body wouldn't respond. Something had happened to him after all those nights of lying there in the cold. His body wasn't working properly.
Paul's eyes, the only part of him that could still move, widened in fear. When he first decided to run away, he had never thought of this! What would happen to him if his mates didn't come?
Paul didn't answer his question. There was no need to.

The next day, George went to Abbey Road to do some recording. At the doorway, he stopped in surprise. Ringo and John were both there, too. They had obviously both just arrived, because they were still both staring at each other awkwardly, knowing that once they started speaking to each other, they would fight. Now they both turned and stared at George, too.
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