Beatles Imagines

The Adventures of Brian Epstine and The Beatles

Brian massaged his temples and John watched his favorite vein throb above Brian's left eyebrow. He begged, "Please boys for once in your life can you please just sit still like polite, respectable, young men?" Paul snorted, "Have something to say Paul?" He looked up with wide innocent eyes, his fist hiding a smile, "No no, respectable sir, yes sir." Brian nodded content. "Now this is a very posh theatre, I want you to stay here in the dressing room until show time. I suggest you practice some of the newer songs and play something familiar to start off. Just to get the crowd going, yes?" He nodded to himself, "Yes. And John-" he turned around and was met with an empty room, four chairs were slowly spinning and the curtains beside the door we're swinging back in forth where someone had rushed by them. Brian shook with rage and shouted in frustration, "LENNON." The boys raced through five or six doors, putting as much space between them and Brian as possible. They stopped and leaned heavily against one of the many cream colored walls. John gasped, "Where's the bloody exit in this place?" George leaned over, placing his hands on his knees, "All these halls look the same, they know there's an entire rainbow of colors that aren't cream?" Ringo shrugged, "Perhaps they're all color blind?" Paul's heart slowed and he stood up, there was a door at the end of the hall with loud music bursting through the cracks, he pointed his thumb towards it. "Hey lads, what about this one?" They looked at each other and nodded. John shrugged, "It's a good as any, I'm up for any room where there isn't an angry Brian." George laughed, "Aye, me too." Paul started towards the door, "Let's go then." As they got closer the noise became deafening and Ringo got excited, "Hey, I hear drums!" They opened the door to a live band and girls dancing in front of a roaring audience. John pumped his fist in the air, "Alright! Come on lads let's party!" They laughed and mingled, flirting with girls and Ringo was banging his head to the beat with a crowd of spectators. Paul and John sat on a, surprise, cream white couch and sipped champagne. Paul kept glancing at the door, "This is too easy, he'll find us. Y'know he will." John crossed one leg over the other and wagged his finger at Paul, "this is only stop one Macca." He lifted his gaze to the crowd then back at Paul, "Get George and Ringo, then follow me." Paul smiled, "What are you doing Lennon?" John grinned mischievously, "You'll see soon enough." He disappeared into the crowd. Paul grabbed George and together they carried Ringo up the stairs and to the stage .Paul shook his head, pleasantly surprised. He didn't know how John knew but he did, below them Eppy was pushing through the crowd. They had all stolen a sparkling sash and feathered tiara from the dancers then John went up to the microphone. "We're going to perform a little number here tonight but I'm going to need your help, could I have everyone clap their hands and those in the front, if you could just rattle your jewelry." We burst out laughing and he murmured something to the confused dancers on stage,they smiled. He grabbed a guitar from the band and grinned, meanwhile Brian was quickly making his way closer to the stage. John grinned, "This is called Twist and Shout." The audience screamed and the dancers quickly filed down off stage to the dance floor, they quickly surrounded him and kept the stage out of his field of vision. Paul waved and had the band keep playing their songs while they quickly ran off stage and up the stairs near the back of the ball room. They found themselves on the roof and fell to the ground laughing. George grinned, "I thought his head was going to explode he was so furious!" They looked out at the city licked with the rays of the blazing sun and Paul turned to John, "Where to next?" John smiled, "down." Ringo peered over the edge and at the solid street ten feet below, "You're joking?" He looked nervously at George, "He's joking right?" George shrugged and sat on the edge of the roof, then carefully turned and placed his feet on a thin window ledge. Paul's eyes widened, "Woah! Hold on now, you're not serious John?" John sat on the edge and lowered himself down beside George, the only thing keeping them from falling a painfully long distance was a thin couple inches of cement. "There you go Geo, easy now! Come 'ed boys, don't be a bunch of pansies!" Ringo whined, " But I'm wearing my nice rings today and I'll kill you! I swear I'll kill you Johnny if they get a single scratch!" John climbed down to another window with George close behind, "Come on Ringo!" Paul cursed and closed his eyes, "Lord please protect me from me idiot mates, Amen." John rolled his eyes, "You ready now Saint Mary?" Paul threw a leg over and began to climb, "Careful John or you'll be the one going to heaven!" John raised his eyebrows, "Oh ho ho!" Ringo clenched to the wall with white knuckles and slowly began his descent. John reached over to a pole attached to the wall which proudly flew the Union Jack. He swung and hung upside down, chattering like a monkey. Paul shouted at him, " Don't mess about John! We're still really high and I don't want anyone getting hurt you hear?" Right as Paul finished his warning George's foot slipped in his haste to follow after John and with no handholds he dropped. George screamed and John shouted from the flag pole, "George!" Paul reached out and grabbed his hand, George was white as a ghost and was dangling six feet in the air. Ringo closed his eyes and cursed. Paul's chest heaved and his forehead glistened with sweat, "I've got you baby brother, it's ok. You're safe now" he pulled George up to a nearby ledge and George hugged the wall, shaking. Paul shot John a fierce stare,"We're going back to the room." John began to protest and Paul raised his voice, "Now." They began peering through the windows and saw the stage where they would be performing, John glanced at his watch. They were due on stage in ten minutes, he chuckled. It was too perfect. "I've got a better idea" Paul gave him a threatening stare, "John." John tried the window, thankfully it was unlocked. "We're due on stage in ten minutes Macca! We can't be late!" Paul bit his lip, trying to guess At John's plan. Ringo raised his hand then quickly grabbed back on to the wall, remembering that they were still on the side of a building. "If its all the same to you Paul, my arms are killing me." George nodded vigorously, "I'd like to be on solid ground again, frankly I don't care if Brian's there!" John smiled smugly, "It's decided then, in we go." Ringo scrambled down beside them, "Me first!" George complained behind him, "would you hurry up Ringo? My fingers are killing me and I don't exactly want to be a smudge on the pavement!" Ringo took his time climbing to safety, " Shove off George, who was it again that was so eager to climb down in the first place?" George climbed through and smacked Ringo over the head. "Oww!" Paul came in next and helped John through, he batted his eyelashes, "such a gentleman!" Paul shook his head and smiled. They crept stealthily to the stage door, John held a finger to his lips and they silently moved in the shadows of the stage, when no one was watching they quickly sat down on the couches on stage and picked up their guitars. They began to strum and the stage manager turned around, he beamed. "So punctual! And straight to business to! I don't understand why Brian complains about you lads so much, you're so well behaved compared to some of the bands I've dealt with. Sneaking out to parties and drinking and such." John nodded his head, "horrible, how they let fame go to their heads." Paul snorted and the stage manager agreed, "quite right." He furrowed his brow, "Speaking of Brian, where is he anyways? It's not like him to be late." George spoke up, "Expects us to be ten minutes early and he can't be bothered to show up on time." The stage manager folded his arms, "It seems so!" Just then Brian ran in, his suit was wrinkled and his hair stuck out from his head. He reeked of alcohol and sweat. The stage manager turned to Brian, "About bloody time! Your boys are clean, dressed and practicing and look at you! You're a mess! And is that alcohol? You were out partying when you knew we had to perform a show in half an hour! I'm astonished Mr.Epstine! Perhaps you should take some notes from these young gentlemen." John looked up at him innocently, "Honestly Brian, I'm not mad. Just disappointed." Brian's eye twitched and his vein throbbed to a pounding beat of its own. He threw his head back and screamed, "LENNON!"
Poor Eppy 😂😂 Sorry guys this was really long but I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did! I'll try to make the next one's shorter so that each imagine isn't like a short story
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