Right, so, this is my first try at writing a Beatle related story. They are infact my favourite band. I wrote this for Bayley, who is a loves The Beatles and particularly John. These are my first few paragraphs/ chapters, whatever, that I tested on Bayley, and it was so far so good. Thanks to all who read this, comments will be gratefully recieved. This is my first published story. Thanks. 18/07/2012
My eyes blinked. How in the world did i get here, I looked across to a tall-ish building. Cars buzzed past and people saunted about like they had no work. I stared at their clothes. What the...? Was I in the Sixties? But how? I'd only taken the 23 Decker to the next town. How could I have ended up in London? I decided that I must have fallen asleep on the bus.
I crossed at a Zebra Crossing pretending I was the Beatles on Abbey Road, like I always did. And then I realised where I was. Holy...is that what I think it is.
As I reached the large black door, it opened and a medium height man, with dark hair spoke.
"Where have you been? The boys have been waiting." The posh Londoners accent asked, "John has been very worried", he chuckled. That must be Brian. Brian "The Beatle Making" Epstine. I must be in the sixties.
Brian led me through the large door and down a corridor which was only lit by one small dim hanging bulb. We reached another black painted door. It read "Studio Two". What? No! It couldn't be. Surely not!
"Well then," said Brian abruptly, "Go in then. You have been here before."
I looked up at him. What did he mean "You have been here before"? I've never even been to London before!
"Uh.." I stammered, just as the door opened. Another man stood. He was tall. His hair was dark and his eyes were deep brown. John.