𝖬𝖺𝗋𝖼𝗁 𝟣𝟢𝗍𝗁 𝟣𝟫𝟨𝟨
IT HAD BEEN a few months later, motherhood was nothing but an absolute dream and Jules was probably the greatest thing to happen to her, beside John.
The past few months she'd been working hard to get back into shape for her role in Coppélia, which she succeeded thank the lords.
Jules had done nothing but completely, changed her world from dark to light. She loved that little boy with her whole self, he was absolutely perfect, what she always wanted, what she needed.
It was the last night of Coppélia, and she was ending it in Paris.
She'd been told the crowd was quite large, which made her nervous, she knew that it had to be perfect, and show everyone how much of a beautiful ballerina she was.
Emmy couldn't help feel frightened for John, since a few days before the band had been to a interview and John said that the band were, 'more popular than jesus.'
She'd seen everything in the new and how the public were reacting to his words, it was a terrible sight.
Emmy was in her dressing room, just going over her parts.
Tina sat on the love seat and read through the newspaper, she'd picked up from the airport when they were on their way to Paris.
Em sat on the floor and stretched her legs and arms.
She stood up and adjusted her hair piece gently.
"you feeling alright?" Tina asked.
"i'm just worried about John, the others, Jules. It's just scary how aggressive everyone is." She said fiddling with her fingers.
"hey, everything's going to fine, John and the boys are completely fine and Jules is most certainly OK." Tina reassured her.
Emmy nodded and took a deep breath, one of the backstage men poked his head and said, "your on in two minutes."
"thank you." Em smiled.
She took one last look in the mirror and smiled at Tina, "you'll kill it! Break a leg!" she said.
Emmy quickly got to the stage and waited for the curtains to lift.
...
She rushed off the stage and took a sip of water, Tina smiled widely at her.
While she was on stage, she had realised that the performance was live on television, maybe she'd gotten told but didn't listen she wasn't sure.
They weren't wrong saying the crowd was quite large, it was full to the brim.
She'd notice how they obviously had to bring out extra chairs for those who didn't get ones.
"you were bloody excellent!" Tina smiled.
"it's still not over yet, remember that." Emmy chuckled.
"oh i know, your really were amazing though." her manager said.
Emmy wondered what the big deal was for that night, why was it being filmed and why was the place packed full.
"i'm going to head to the rest room." Tina said.
"alright." Em smiled.
The blonde stood and watched the others perform.
She smiled at how graceful they were, she'd never seen herself perform before.
Even when there was the mirrored walls, she didn't look, she just focus on her legs and posture.
She took another sip of her water, she placed it on the table and took a deep breath.
Suddenly, she felt the presence of somebody behind her, she thought it was Tina.
"i'm assuming you couldn't find the bathroom?" Emmy chuckled, since the bathroom was hard to find.
"no." a low heavy voice from behind her said.
Her brows furrowed, she turned and saw a man.
Before she could catch a glimpse off his face, excruciating pain shot through her right leg.
She screamed loudly, she heard a something slam loudly against the floor. Em cried hard and wailed as she fell to the floor.
The whole crowd, silence. The dancers on stage rushed off stage to Emmy.
Tina rushed through and saw the large hammer laying on the floor, "sick fucking bastards!" she shouted.
She moved past the girls and saw Emmy laying on the floor, tears fell from her face and she cried loudly.
"hey, hey. It's ok." Tina said, kneeing in front of her, "who did this to you?!"
"i didn't...see him." Em cried, she clutched onto Tina for dear life.
The camera crew had rushed up and filmed the horrific scene, "call an ambulance!" Tina screamed.
Emmy screamed as man moved her leg, she leaned against Tina.
Tears couldn't stop falling, the pain was unbearable, it wasn't just her leg it was her whole body.
"help me." she said breathlessly, her eyes started to slowly close, "it's ok." Tina said.
...
THE BAND, THEIR GIRLS and of course Julian sat around Paul and Jane's television.
Since they couldn't see it live, they knew Emmys performance would be on TV.
John smiled as the curtains opened and she stood there in her perfect starting position.
He watched as she gracefully danced across the stage, the camera zoned in on the audience, they all look very amazed and relaxed by her.
She looked like an angel on that stage, she floated around so beautifully.
John was too busy thinking of her too realise that she'd finished, he watched as she walked off stage.
He smiled widely at her success, Paul took out a fag and offered him one.
John gladly took it and Paul lit it for him.
Pattie had Jules on her lap, so every now and then John would take a glance to make sure he was ok.
Jules held tightly onto Patties finger, and he played with her finger around his mouth.
George chuckled as Patties face slightly scrunched up.
They were all no longer really paying attention, since Emmy was off.
But soon enough their attention was brought right back as the loud scream was heard.
"was that a part of it?" Ringo questioned.
"i don't think so." Jane said.
They all stared at the TV, they watched as the dancers stopped in their places and ran off stage.
The camera began to move, the cameraman brought the camera back up and the sight there was horrific.
"sick fucking bastards!" Tina could be heard yelling.
They all watch in shock as Emmy on the floor clutching her knee in her hands, Tina behind her.
It cut off and was taken a interviewer, "the last performance off Coppélia has been cut short, all we know right now is had a mysterious man has struck ballerina Clementine Darling with a sledge hammer." he exclaimed.
Everyone that sat in Janes and Pauls living room was left speechless, they all stared at the television with her mouths agape, frozen from shock.
"MOTHER FUCKER! I'M GOING TO FIND THAT SICK BASTARD AND FUCKING KILL HIM!" John screeched.
He stood up and kicked the glass top table over and he walked out, Paul stood up and followed him, George and Ringo not far behind.
They stopped in their tracks as he leaned against the wall, his head in his hands.
Pattie, Jane and Mo all sat there with their mouths still agape.
Jules cried hard, from the smash of the table.
None of them could believe someone was that sick to do that.
...