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11.59pm
19 September 2010
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Oh, inspiration, how I love thee. I just got a story idea, so double be damned. (Mostly London, although Melbourne, Salt Lake City and Montreal scenes will feature. 1975/1976 tour, and features me, M3 and Paulrus. Paulrus is James, I’m Evan, and M3 will be Ella. Here it is:)
“You got tickets?!?!?!?! YAYYAYYAY!!” That was the cry of three teenagers over the winter and summers of 1975 and 76. Paul McCartney was in town, and they were getting to go. But, the destinies of the three are linked. All three, in different countries, different timezones and ages, eventually became three of the most famed musicians ever. But this is how they met. James, a 14 year old Australian, was the first to see McCartney, and also the first to enter his name in the draw to meet Paul in London. Anyone with tickets was in, and 3 were being taken to meet him in London. Next up was Ella, a 16 year old girl from Utah. She was a wise cracker, as well as bit of a genius. She was on Cloud Nine for weeks after, and she framed her ticket. The final one to see him was Evan, a 15 year old Montrealer with a knack for working in obscure references in daily talk. When they heard they won, they all fainted, only believing it when they saw their names in the paper. They all departed for London, and when they net each other, 2 hours prior to meeting Paul, they realised they bad so much in common. They were, in plain terms, friends at first sight. James’ thick Australian accent and Ella’s deep American tone made for some interesting exchanges, but Evan was quick to translate. Evan still remembers their opening exchange. “It was this ‘Hey, Hey, Hey.’ That was it. No riveting stuff, just some basic pleasentries and some concert memories, as an icebreaker. But it didn’t stay that way. “James and Evan hit it off great. The accents weren’t an issue for them. But it was for me.” But soon they started talking, and here was some of the dialogue that created the second greatest musical act ever. “Look, I need to admit, I am nervous,” stammered James, which shocked Ella. “He seemed so in control here, and yet he was nervous. He was a bit of a unpredictable one.” Evan then started crack g some jokes, before they met Paul. Paul was so charmed by this trio, he had record a song at Abbey Road Studios that night. The lineup featured James on bass, Evan on drums, Ella on rhythm and Paul on lead guitar. They recorded one of Ella’s, a ballad entitled Counting On You, and a rocker of James’, aply called Rockin In The Free World. They were released as a single, and with the might of the McCartney promotion and the strength of their harmonies, it shot to #2, and created the end of the music industry as they expected it. But, Ella said it best, when she said, “We all thank our wily parents for our fame, as they got the tickets, and started a chain of events unparraled in rock and roll history.
As if it matters how a man falls down.'
'When the fall's all that's left, it matters a great deal.
12.22am
9 June 2010
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Two things:
1. I like the way it reads. It’s almost like a news article.
2. Now I want to write “Counting on You.”
If I seem to act unkind, it's only me, it's not my mind that is confusing things.
12.29am
19 September 2010
Offline 1. I wrote it as a biography, not as it is happening as it reads (the Von one).
2. Write it if you want, but there already is a song called that. But I’d enjoy yours more, I have no doubt.
As if it matters how a man falls down.'
'When the fall's all that's left, it matters a great deal.
2.41am
13 September 2010
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It's nice Sun King , but it has a few sentences that don't make any sense, and are very difficult to read. (I do that too when I write, a lot actually.) You can go in and fix them if you want and if not don't worry about it.
"I am definitely a mad man with a box."- Matt Smith as the 11th Doctor of Doctor Who (Episode 1 Season 5: The Eleventh Hour)
7.23am
8 April 2010
Offline That was awesome. 
I love reading these stories.
MeanMrsMustard said:
2. Now I want to write “Counting on You.”
Hahahaha, that's what I thought about Rockin' in the Free World, but then I remembered that it already exists.
Guys, I think we need to make this happen for real.
…I kinda wanna write one of these now.
10.37am
19 September 2010
Offline Alright M3, how much did we agree on? You were right. It means so much that you care. I actually had a tear about 20 seconds ago. But then again, I am listening to sappy music, but still. Oh, and Strawberry Lakiesha, your storyis temporarily off.
As if it matters how a man falls down.'
'When the fall's all that's left, it matters a great deal.
6.29pm
21 May 2011
Offline These stories are all so cool! They make my day and I get excited when I see there's been a new post 
It motivated me to write my own. Thanks for the inspiration and keep up the stories 
"I believe in everything until it's disproved. So I believe in fairies, the myths, dragons. It all exists, even if it's in your mind. Who's to say that dreams and nightmares aren't as real as the here and now?"
–John Lennon
7.00pm
13 September 2010
Offline Well it sounds like no one on here besides me has written Beatle related short stories before, well before Sun King did I mean. I'm actually very surprised to learn that, I would have thought more people on here would write some sort of Beatles fan fiction. But I guess I was wrong, oh well, you learn something new everyday.
"I am definitely a mad man with a box."- Matt Smith as the 11th Doctor of Doctor Who (Episode 1 Season 5: The Eleventh Hour)
10.15pm
1 May 2010
Offline Please someone post a message in here tomorrow so I remember I have to read these stories. With my headache (I think I'll be diagnosed with low blood pressure) I can't read them now… 
Here comes the sun….. Scoobie-doobie……
Something in the way she moves…..attracts me like a cauliflower…
Bop. Bop, cat bop. Go, Johnny, Go.
Beware of Darkness…
1.38pm
19 September 2010
Offline Poke. Actually, I have a point here. I have a Joe story I started, but that’s on my computer. I’ll finish it later when I get home.
As if it matters how a man falls down.'
'When the fall's all that's left, it matters a great deal.
3.21pm
1 May 2010
Offline Thank you. I copied them into a word file so I can read them.
Call me old-fashioned, but I don't like reading stories on line. I don't really know why I don't… *realizes she's not wearing her glasses* Oh. Forget the old-fashioned. I'm just as blind as John was.
Here comes the sun….. Scoobie-doobie……
Something in the way she moves…..attracts me like a cauliflower…
Bop. Bop, cat bop. Go, Johnny, Go.
Beware of Darkness…
3.46pm
25 November 2010
Offline MotherNaturesDaughter said:
Well it sounds like no one on here besides me has written Beatle related short stories before, well before Sun King did I mean. I'm actually very surprised to learn that, I would have thought more people on here would write some sort of Beatles fan fiction. But I guess I was wrong, oh well, you learn something new everyday.
No, but my friend 
reads a lot of it.
6.29pm
9 June 2010
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StarWisher is friends with George? 
OK, I have another story. It's not very Beatles-centric, but there is a surprise guest appearance at the end.
Nicholas Oaks hated school. He didn't mind the lessons, except English– why did you have to take a class for something you could do without thinking, anyway– but he could live with that. The teachers were OK. They could be irritating at times, but they were adults, after all. The thing Nick hated most about school was the other students.
They always ignored the fact that he came in second in an all-state math competition. When it was discovered that the first-place winner had only been awarded first place because of a technical error, they ignored that. They ignored that he had 3 As and 4 Bs. No, they only paid attention to the one class he had a D in. They only paid attention to the big reading test that all the ninth-graders had to take at the beginning of the year. They only paid attention to the fact that he scored the lowest in the grade. Sure, they congratulated Melissa Barnes, who– to nobody's surprise– had scored above a twelfth-grade level, but they really focused on the kid they could be mean to. The kid who had scored at a sixth-grade level.
All he knew was that they had been forced to sit at a computer for what felt like hours. All he knew was that he had to answer dumb questions about what word went in the blank or what sentence was correct. All he knew was that when the computer torture was finally over, he had to sit at a table with an old lady who smelled like shampoo and peppermint and read out loud. All he knew was that he had stayed nearly half an hour after school on the computer and with the old lady.
It wasn't that he had trouble reading. In fact, if he got sucked into the plot, he read just fine. But if he focused too hard, the words just didn't make sense. His theory was that if he didn't pay attention to the act of reading, he could read.
Today had been a particularly crappy day. They had read aloud in English. Reading aloud was the worst torture imaginable for Nick. Worst of all, he had been assigned a passage that was nearly half a page. It didn't have any dialogue or description in it, and there wasn't any real action going on. He had spent nearly five minutes sounding the words out like a second-grader. Everyone in the class had snickered while he struggled. Finally, they had taken a quiz on what had happened, and Nick failed it. He had no clue. Everybody had read in a boring, droning, monotonous voice. Nobody had even bothered to do the voices when they had dialogue. Nick wasn't able to pay attention. If Melissa Barnes had been in his class, he would have passed. He loved listening to her read aloud. She put feeling into the reading. She did the voices. Plus, she kept a good pace when she read. She knew when to read quickly and when to read more slowly. But she wasn't in his English class that semester.
At least it's almost summer, Nick thought as he biked home. Then I won't have to be with these stupid kids any more. And next year, we'll be in high school and we'll get split up. He wondered if the teachers would assign a reading list. He hoped Harry Potter would be on the list. He loved Harry Potter. It was perfect for him. There was action, he could relate to the characters, and he loved picturing the story in his mind. He didn't worry about the made-up words. When he saw “Quidditch,” he didn't worry if there was some weird typo. He just thought of the greatest sport ever. He decided that over the summer, he would read the entire series as many times as possible.
Nick wasn't paying attention, partly because he could ride home with his eyes closed, and partly because he had been thinking of something else. He didn't notice the stop sign until he was almost at it, he braked quickly, and suddenly the front wheel of another bike hit his back wheel and both riders fell from their bikes.
“Hey! Watch it!” he snapped. “Oh– sorry.”
The rider had been an older guy. He wasn't that old, since he was obviously healthy enough to ride a bike.
“No, I'm sorry. I wasn't paying attention.” The man was English. He started to pick up his and Nick's stuff, which was on the ground.
“Well, I wasn't paying attention either. I was thinking about the stupid kids at school, and…” He babbled on about what a terrible day he had had. The man was sympathetic without being condescending.
“What's your name?” he said.
“Nick Barnes.”
The old guy handed Nick his bag, and said, “Don't worry, Nick. I had a friend who didn't like school either, and he turned out fine.” He biked away.
Nick put on his backpack and biked home. When he got there, he opened his bag to do his homework. He was surprised to find his notebook opened. There was writing on the first blank page.
Dear Nick,
You seem like a nice kid. Don't worry about the other people at school. If they're rude to you, it's their problem they don't know how to treat someone cool like you. Keep your head held high and focus on the things that make you happy.
Best,
If I seem to act unkind, it's only me, it's not my mind that is confusing things.
6.56pm
19 September 2010
Offline I like it. A lot. I can certainly sympathise with Nick, and I like it.
As if it matters how a man falls down.'
'When the fall's all that's left, it matters a great deal.
9.24pm
1 May 2010
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Awwwwwwwwwwww I love it!!! Awesome M3!!! 
Edit : I’ve just read your most recent story SunKing and I like it, really like it. Guys, you’re making me addict to this and I dont even like fanfic…
Here comes the sun….. Scoobie-doobie……
Something in the way she moves…..attracts me like a cauliflower…
Bop. Bop, cat bop. Go, Johnny, Go.
Beware of Darkness…
8.23pm
19 September 2010
Offline Who Took It?
“Okay, Paul, where's my guitar? I saw you use it for the guitar solo. Now i can't find it. Where is it?” “It wasn't me, George, remember, we then did that John song, that monkey one.” “Well, Paul, if you say you didn't take it, and John and Ringo didn't, who did?” Paul, out of ideas, had a startling memory return. “Wait . What about that fan that got through security? What about her?” George was shocked. Could a teen girl have the nerve to steal a Beatles' guitar? She wouldn't. And yet, George hadn't any other ideas. “So, how would we find her?” Before Paul could respond, the door to #2 opened. “that's were I come in,” said a man, not over 25, dressed in a nice tailored suit. “I know the lady you're talking about. I'll take you to the hotel she's staying at.” Paul was excited, but George was reserved. “Who are you, and why do you want to help?” “Who I am is of no concern to you. What does concern you is this girl flies back toUtahin 36 hours. Come with me, and you'll know if she has the guitar you so want.” Having little other choice, they followed him, not knowing anything. But, whatever qualms they had were erased by his production of the girl and the guitar. “YESSSS,” George cried, while McCartney thanked the man and offered him 20 pounds for his work. the man left, and Harrison informed the girl the guitar was his. However, the girl was by no means willing to return it. “Look,” she said plainly, “the guitar is now mine, and there isn't anything you can do about it.” “Au contraire, girl. If I don't receive the guitar, I'll sue you for it's return. Now give it.” However, the girl wasn't so willing. “you can't sue a non UK citizen here, and a non US citizen can't sue me in Utah. Once I leave, I'm out of legal concern. It's mine, and this is wasted breath. I'm not giving it back.” But again, fate intervened, with an occupant beside he room of the girl opening the adjacent door and knocking her out cold, allowing Harrison to retrieve his guitar. “I'm very glad you opened that door,” he said, “that girl stole my guitar.” “I know. She steals things whenever she comes. I'm a paid worker, instructed to steal back the property for the victims. Nice guitar.” Paul asked, “who else has she stolen from?” “Let's see, Brian Jones, Mick Jagger, Paul Simon, Frank Sinatra, Nick Drake, and now George Harrison . I'll clean up the mess. Have a nice day.” The Beatles left, guitar in hand, and ended up writing a song for the stealer, entitled, “Robbing Heaven's Door.”
(M3 is the thief, Skye the door opener.
As if it matters how a man falls down.'
'When the fall's all that's left, it matters a great deal.
9.11pm
1 May 2010
Offline Nice work!! Now if I just could steal M3's ipod…. 
Here comes the sun….. Scoobie-doobie……
Something in the way she moves…..attracts me like a cauliflower…
Bop. Bop, cat bop. Go, Johnny, Go.
Beware of Darkness…
9.15pm
19 September 2010
Offline mithveaen said:
Nice work!! Now if I just could steal M3's ipod….
How about this:
*Bamn* “M3, what happened?” I'm tired of this Ipod. Make it. May it treat you well.
As if it matters how a man falls down.'
'When the fall's all that's left, it matters a great deal.
9.30pm
1 May 2010
Offline *catches ipod with maleficent laugh* muahahahahaahahahahahahahaha thanks SunKing.
God I'm acting soooo silly 
Here comes the sun….. Scoobie-doobie……
Something in the way she moves…..attracts me like a cauliflower…
Bop. Bop, cat bop. Go, Johnny, Go.
Beware of Darkness…
