Guitar plectrum's, Time travel, and The Beatles
Okay i thought I'd put this story up cos I'm gonna finish it soon and I dunno if it's good or if I should scrap it and besides I wanna see what all you lovely people think! :)
Sarah pov (present day.)
Jonas came out of the music shop holding something in the palm of his hand.
"Whatcha got?" Rob asked as Jonas looked like he was about to burst into song.
"Guitar plectrum." Jonas answered without missing a beat.
"Why you so happy 'bout a plectrum for?! It's just a plectrum, Joey. An ordinary plectrum."
"Nah it's not mate. Shopkeeper said it belonged to George Harrison."
"From the Beatles?" I asked sounding incredulous.
"Yeah." Jonas replied happy that somebody had gotten his drift.
Rob eye rolled as he said: "Look you two," Rob said "Shop
keepers can lie you know."
Jonas and I sighed, "Look Robbie can you let me be happy at least for once in my life please?" Jonas asked beseechingly.
Rob sighed "Oh all right," he relented. "But if I'm right and it's not the real thing then will you allow me to yell I told you so in your face, please?"
Jonas sighed and nodded, we walked on to the market in silence.
London, 1963.
Four men raced down at road. Cameras following them as they did so- as well as a lot of screaming girls. The Beatles stopped running from the masses of fangirls, they leaned against the brick wall breathing heavily to get their breath back.
"They're on the prowl," Paul said grinning like a loon as he waggled his eyebrows up and down.
The other three rolled their eyes as the four of them breathed heavily and laughed as they did so. John lit a cigarette and passed the packet around to the other three. He lit them one by one and sighed as George looked through his pockets as if he was searching for something.
"What is it now George." John asked disgruntled sending a look in Paul and Ringo's directions as if to say he's mad, what's he searching through 'is pockets for?
The other two shrugged- they didn't know.
"Damn!" George swore, "Where the hell is it, now I know I put it in here... Oh don't tell it's gone out me pocket again!" he cursed.
John rolled his eyes. "What is it?" Paul asked.
"Me plectrum's gone." George replied giving John a whithering stare as he did so.
John immediately stopped laughing.
"What yer gettin' all wound up for? S'only a plectrum." Paul replied.
Sighing Ringo turned to the other three and said "Look it can't of gone far-"
"Yeah unless it fell outta yer pocket and grew legs and walked off." John cut him off with a smirk.
Both Ringo and Paul sent John icy, chilling glares, silencing him.
"Alright, alright." John cried hastily, "S'just a joke s'all."
The other three rolled their eyes.
It was becoming a regular occurrence - the fact that one of them would lose something when they were out and about only to have it returned to them - or find the damned thing where they'd left it. They'd adapted quickly though checking their pockets and making sure that if they got absolutely smashed on drink- which didn't happen that often but still you could never be to sure- that they'd try not to stumble on the way back from the pub late at night.
"S'probably in yer coat pocket somewhere mate." replied Paul with a shrug.
"Yeah course it is." George muttered.
"Come on we've still, recording stuff to do." Ringo said stamping on his ciggarette to put it out completely.
"You said you wanted to go out!" Paul protested.
"Yeah but that was before we got chased by screaming girls," Ringo replied harshly, "And 'sides we've still got recordings tuh finish. Eppy'll be mad if we don't." Ringo replied crossing his arms over his chest, smirking slightly as he did so.
"Ah listen tuh teachers pet." mocked Paul with a grin.
"Ha ha ha. Lay off Paulie." Ringo replied sending him a glare as John stuck his tongue out at him.
"Give over Johnny." Ringo said with a smirk, "If you stick yer tongue out and the wind changes direction then yer stuck like tha' for the rest of yer days."
"Yeah right Ring, you've been readin' too many o' them weird mags you 'ave."
"Weird mags? Weird mags? What weird mags are these, eh John?"
"Never you mind." muttered Ringo. "And if I hear any more stuff being said 'bout my taste in magazines I'll throttle yer John."
"Yer wouldn't dare!" yelped John in shocked horror.
"Wouldn't I?" Ringo asked with a smirk as he raced after John whilst he roared obscenities to the high heavens.
Paul rolled his eyes and fled after them hoping to break it up before there was another song to finish.
George sighed, rolled his eyes then ran after them.
If he was lucky he might be able to grab a couple of hours sleep for a bit.
Jonas came out of the music shop holding something in the palm of his hand.
"Whatcha got?" Rob asked as Jonas looked like he was about to burst into song.
"Guitar plectrum." Jonas answered without missing a beat.
"Why you so happy 'bout a plectrum for?! It's just a plectrum, Joey. An ordinary plectrum."
"Nah it's not mate. Shopkeeper said it belonged to George Harrison."
"From the Beatles?" I asked sounding incredulous.
"Yeah." Jonas replied happy that somebody had gotten his drift.
Rob eye rolled as he said: "Look you two," Rob said "Shop
keepers can lie you know."
Jonas and I sighed, "Look Robbie can you let me be happy at least for once in my life please?" Jonas asked beseechingly.
Rob sighed "Oh all right," he relented. "But if I'm right and it's not the real thing then will you allow me to yell I told you so in your face, please?"
Jonas sighed and nodded, we walked on to the market in silence.
London, 1963.
Four men raced down at road. Cameras following them as they did so- as well as a lot of screaming girls. The Beatles stopped running from the masses of fangirls, they leaned against the brick wall breathing heavily to get their breath back.
"They're on the prowl," Paul said grinning like a loon as he waggled his eyebrows up and down.
The other three rolled their eyes as the four of them breathed heavily and laughed as they did so. John lit a cigarette and passed the packet around to the other three. He lit them one by one and sighed as George looked through his pockets as if he was searching for something.
"What is it now George." John asked disgruntled sending a look in Paul and Ringo's directions as if to say he's mad, what's he searching through 'is pockets for?
The other two shrugged- they didn't know.
"Damn!" George swore, "Where the hell is it, now I know I put it in here... Oh don't tell it's gone out me pocket again!" he cursed.
John rolled his eyes. "What is it?" Paul asked.
"Me plectrum's gone." George replied giving John a whithering stare as he did so.
John immediately stopped laughing.
"What yer gettin' all wound up for? S'only a plectrum." Paul replied.
Sighing Ringo turned to the other three and said "Look it can't of gone far-"
"Yeah unless it fell outta yer pocket and grew legs and walked off." John cut him off with a smirk.
Both Ringo and Paul sent John icy, chilling glares, silencing him.
"Alright, alright." John cried hastily, "S'just a joke s'all."
The other three rolled their eyes.
It was becoming a regular occurrence - the fact that one of them would lose something when they were out and about only to have it returned to them - or find the damned thing where they'd left it. They'd adapted quickly though checking their pockets and making sure that if they got absolutely smashed on drink- which didn't happen that often but still you could never be to sure- that they'd try not to stumble on the way back from the pub late at night.
"S'probably in yer coat pocket somewhere mate." replied Paul with a shrug.
"Yeah course it is." George muttered.
"Come on we've still, recording stuff to do." Ringo said stamping on his ciggarette to put it out completely.
"You said you wanted to go out!" Paul protested.
"Yeah but that was before we got chased by screaming girls," Ringo replied harshly, "And 'sides we've still got recordings tuh finish. Eppy'll be mad if we don't." Ringo replied crossing his arms over his chest, smirking slightly as he did so.
"Ah listen tuh teachers pet." mocked Paul with a grin.
"Ha ha ha. Lay off Paulie." Ringo replied sending him a glare as John stuck his tongue out at him.
"Give over Johnny." Ringo said with a smirk, "If you stick yer tongue out and the wind changes direction then yer stuck like tha' for the rest of yer days."
"Yeah right Ring, you've been readin' too many o' them weird mags you 'ave."
"Weird mags? Weird mags? What weird mags are these, eh John?"
"Never you mind." muttered Ringo. "And if I hear any more stuff being said 'bout my taste in magazines I'll throttle yer John."
"Yer wouldn't dare!" yelped John in shocked horror.
"Wouldn't I?" Ringo asked with a smirk as he raced after John whilst he roared obscenities to the high heavens.
Paul rolled his eyes and fled after them hoping to break it up before there was another song to finish.
George sighed, rolled his eyes then ran after them.
If he was lucky he might be able to grab a couple of hours sleep for a bit.
4 Comments
This is sooo good!!
I cant wait until the next chapter!!
:) thanks I'm actually up to chapter 13 or something like that XD Written in advance :)
i do that too :)
I don't do it alot cos the stories usually pop out of my head so I have to write them down as they come but it's better when it's been written down although I am gonna have to do chapter 3 again cos I accidentally deleted it ooopsie :/ but I've got most of it done which is a good thing I guess