That's great. i will post my story here right now. it isn't done yet, but i am in the middles of working on it.
this is "what goes on" in my mind... lol
just so you get it, steph is my cousin, and of course erica is my sis.
please remember, i am only 13, so this isn't the best thing you'll ever read.
Tomorrow Never Knows
A Terrifying Tour in Japan and the Philippines
“Gosh, I’ve totally lost track of the days.” Paul sighed and leaned his head back in his seat.
“Today is the 27th of June.” I replied without looking up from my drawing of a psychedelic flower. John stared out the plane window and sighed, bordly. He turned towards me and I held up my drawing pad for him to see. He took of his rectangular sunglasses and squinted to see the drawing. “That’s groovy.” He complimented and placed his glasses on me. I grinned at him and resumed my drawing.
“You’ve won, again.” Ringo gave up and handed his last card to Erica who was smiling sillily.
“I’ve had enough card games for now.” Ringo sighed and closed his eyes.
“Aren’t we going to be there soon?” Steph turned in her seat and faced Brian, who was sitting across from her and Paul.
“I think so.” He replied. “They should announce it soon.”
“Thanks.” She smiled at him and turned back to Paul who was scribbling down the songs for the concert in two days.
“You should play ‘Got to Get You Into My Life.’” Steph leaned her head on Paul’s shoulder and breathed in the contenting smell his cologne mixed with cigarette smoke.
Paul looked up and stared out the window for a moment, thinking. He looked down again at his notepad and scribbled her suggestion at the top of the list.
George sat next to Neil; he was deep in thought when he was interrupted by the pilot’s voice on the loud speaker. “Ladies and Gentlemen, we will touch down at the Tokyo airport in approximately thirty minutes.”
John perked up in his seat and yawned. “Thank God! This is almost torture!” he said jokingly.
I laughed at his sarcasm and closed my drawing pad.
Thirty minutes later we were stepping off the plane. The usual crowd of fans greeted us and we waved enthusiastically. We were all dressed in matching black and white shirts and John was wearing his hat. John tripped down the last step and we walked to a waiting limo. I craned my neck to look around and take in all the sights and things going on, but George noticed an officer standing nearby who looked impatient and gave me a light shove towards the waiting car. John rested his hand on my shoulder so we wouldn’t become separated and helped me into the limo.
George stared out the window. “Did you notice all the Japanese police in metal helmets standing around?” he asked.
“Yeah! They look like World War Two soldiers!” Ringo laughed.
“The Japanese are very disciplined people.” Paul commented.
John pulled his hat down low and made his eyes into little slits. He grinned maliciously.
Paul hit him in the arm and he came out of his impression. “Kung Fu?” he said on a high-pitched accent.
We giggled at John’s dry humor and continued gazing out the window.
“That’s odd.” Steph said. “There are no fans lining the streets”
“Look twice. There is a group of them over there, and another over there.” Erica pointed out.
“I guess the Japanese have everything very organized and under control.” Paul agreed.
“Eek!” John shrieked as we turned a corner and came upon another big group of waving excited fans.
“I hope that wasn’t for real.” Steph remarked.
“It was,” Paul grinned and assured her.
John crinkled his forehead and scowled back. He turned away and then pretended to pout back.
Soon we arrived at the Tokyo Hilton and some Japanese men in uniform escorted up to our top floor suite. They left us to the silence of our room and closed the door. Mal and Neil assisted in taking our bags up while Paul and Ringo plopped down on the couch to watch TV.
“Gosh dammit! You can’t understand a word they’re saying!” Ringo cursed, switching off the TV in anger.
Paul sighed and helped himself to a bowl of fruit on the coffee table in front of him.
George walked in from unpacking and sat down with a Japanese newspaper in an English version.
“He Ring. The newspaper is in English.” He said from his seat on the couch.
“Naw, it’s alright. I’m going to find something to eat.” He replied.
Paul held out the bowl of fruit and Ringo grabbed an orange.
Just the Erica, Steph, Neil, and I stumbled into the room, laughing hysterically and clutching our stomachs.
The boys looked up in surprise.
“Oh my gosh! I can’t believe that we told you that!” Erica laughed.
“Well you did.” John’s remark was ignored.
Neil chuckled. “Ah, well now, what if I laughed every time I saw you?”
Erica stopped. A blank look crossed her face. Steph choked back a stiffled laugh and grinned at her stupidly. They burst into a fit of laughter again. I plopped down on the couch next to Ringo and snatched up half of his peeled orange. He didn’t look up from his paper and I went over and joined John and George who were sitting on the floor playing with the radio and sharing jokes.
I broke off a section of orange and shoved the whole thing into my mouth. George grabbed another section and popped it into his mouth, grinning.
“Hey!” I cried out and sprayed orange juice all over him and John.
John chuckled and let me wipe off the sticky juice off his face with the corner of my sleeve. A look of affection came over his face and he leaned over and kissed me. George rolled his eyes and pretended to watch a bird outside the window. I sat down next to them and John turned the knob on the radio until he found a station that played rock and roll.
Paul got up and paced the room restlessly.
“I want to go out.” He declared.
John and George looked up from the radio and smiled mischievously at each other.
“Boys, I’m sorry, but a Japanese official informed me that you couldn’t leave the hotel unless you were at a show.” Brian glanced up from his book.
“They did? The bastards!” Paul cursed.
“Why does it matter if we’re not at a bloody gig?” Ringo added.
“I’m sorry boys. They strictly enforced it by having officers stationed all over.” Brian answered.
Steph sighed, “I’m bored of ‘War!’”
“Me too.” Erica said and threw up her cards in the air and let them fall down on her.
“This whole trip is a gag.” I answered half-heartedly.
I got up and left John and George on the floor. Picking up my camera I proceeded to roam about the room and take snapshots of everyone’s activities.
“Why waste your film on that, Chey?” Steph asked as I clicked away.
“Well, it looks like we won’t get any real tourist time, does it?” I replied curtly and frowned at the mention of it.
She sighed and got up. Snatching a strawberry up from the fruit bowl she plopped down next to Paul on the couch.
Just as she sat down the telephone on the side table startled her. Brian jumped up to answer.
“Yes, is this Mr. Epstein?” an oriental woman’s voice said on the other line.
“Yes, this is him speaking.” He answered.
Brian held his hand to his other hear so he was able to hear clearly without the distractions from us. He listened for a moment and thanked the woman and set the receiver down.
Straightening his tie, he told us to behave and walked promptly out of the room. George had his eye on him as he strolled out and once he was gone, John giggled hysterically.
“I want to go out.” Paul whined.
“Come ed then!” John agreed, swiftly jumping over a chair.
“Where are you going, John?” Ringo looked up from his paper.
“I’m going out!” John smiled, taking my hand mischievously.
“Brian told us we couldn’t leave.” George said winking.
“Why not?” Mal’s deep voice boomed as he walked in with Neil.
Paul came out of his daydream on the couch and looked up.
Steph popped another strawberry in his mouth and John grinned wickedly at the pair.
“I have an idea…” he said, rubbing his hands together. “Neil comes with us,” he said motioning his hand towards Neil, himself, and me. “And Mal, you sneak out with Mr. McCartney and his bird.”
“Mr. McCartney?” Paul questioned. “Since when?”
“Since the day you were born, poof head.” Steph played along.
“Hey!” George dropped his paper onto the floor. “Why are we left out, eh John?”
“Well, uh… I guess next time you can go, you have to stay here to make sure Brian doesn’t bag us when he comes back and finds us missing.” John explained thoughtlessly.
Ringo batted his eyelashes. “Yes, John.” He replied in a high, girly voice.
“Thanks!” John smiled and grabbed his sunglasses from the table.
“Wait a minute, John.” George added, standing up.
“What are you going to do as a favor or return?”
“Later George!” John called back and slammed the door behind him.
“Bastard…” George muttered under his breath.
Two seconds later the door opened and John peeped his head through. Snatching his hat up he raced back out in the hall, leaving the door wide open.
Ringo sighed and got up to close it. Erica giggled and he gave her a confused stare.
Meanwhile, John, Neil and I had split up with Paul, Mal, and Steph. We snuck down a busy street with bustling shops and markets. John had his hat pulled down low and was wearing his dark, rectangular sunglasses. Neil was also wearing a hat and I had my sunglasses on and my hair hung loosely around my face. Our disguises seemed to work for awhile, but failed after a group of young Japanese girls recognized John. Neil immediately pushed us into a doorway and I clung to John’s hand tightly. Dodging people we ran through shops and ducked under doorways.
Soon, Neil decided we had lost them and we casually walked into a shop selling Japanese artwork. John picked up a beautiful vase and asked for my approval.
“Yes, John, I think it would look lovely in your study or on the mantel in the living room," I told him.
John purchased the intricately designed vase and I chose a delicate paper fan with a flower design. Neil bought a silk scarf for his wife at home and we strolled out onto the busy street.
“Run!” I cried as I glanced behind us and noticed another group of teenage girl pushing through that crowd and chasing after us.
We stumbled and sprinted as fast as we could towards the hotel. Neil turned his head back to make sure we were still behind him and for a quick moment and when he did he ran smack into a police officer standing on duty on the corner of a sidewalk.
“Oomph!” Neil uttered a muffled cry as he ran straight into the officer.
The startled man sternly looked us over.
John ad I stopped behind Neil and looks of fear crossed our faces.
“Naughty Beatles!” the stout officer scolded.
Wondering how the policeman knew out true identity with our ‘disguises’ I looked up at John. His glasses were askew and his hat was nearly falling off; it was obvious who he was.
Then the officer said in broken English, “Come. You must stay in hotel.”
We obediently followed him and John took my hand. He led us back to our room and nodded us good-bye. John looked sourly back as he left and closed the door. Carefully setting down his newly treasured vase, he looked up at George, Erica, and Ringo who looked at us confused and then snickered.
“Ha ha John, looks like you were caught too.” George teased.
John tossed his hat onto a chair and answered, “Caught too? You mean Macca, don’t you?”
That’s right!” George grinned.
Neil took the items we had purchased and let the room/
“How did they get caught?” I asked. “And where are they?”
“Ask Paul.” Erica replied, “And they are in their room.”
Ringo shrugged his shoulders and Paul and Steph came in laughing.
“Thought I heard you come in, John.” Paul smiled.
John gave him a dirty look back and settled on the couch.
“How did you get here before us?” I asked Steph who was lying on the floor with a notebook in front of her face.
“We-el,” she began, “About five minutes after we left the hotel a group of girls recognized Paul because he didn’t take any care to put on a disguise of some kind. Paul stopped and gave them his autograph and a policeman noticed the mass crowd of excited girls and escorted us back to the hotel.”
John snickered and Paul punched him in the arm.
“Brian’s not back?” I asked.
“Nope.” Ringo answered.
“He is now!” Mal said as he and Brian walked into the room.
Paul gulped and an innocent, sweet look came over his face. Ringo cracked his newspaper and ignored Brian and Mal.
“Boys, that was the mayor I just spoke with. It concerned the concert you are playing tomorrow at the Budokan Hall. He said that some people are upset that a rock group is going to play there because it is a special spiritual hall for martial arts.”
Paul perked up and looked thoughtfully at Brain.
“Why are we going to play there then?” he asked.
“That was the place arranged, Paul.” Brian replied. “It will be fine, and you can’t play somewhere else.”
Ringo yawned. “I think it’s time for bed.” He said and got up to stretch. He smiled at Erica who trotted after him into their room.
John nodded at me and we headed to bed too.
George, Paul and Steph stayed in the main room and chatted to Brian and Mal before retiring also.
The next morning a tiny ray of sunlight shone through a slit in the curtain and woke Erica. She gently shook Ringo awake and pulled on her bathrobe. An inviting smell came from the main room and she trudged in and was greeted by George, Paul, Steph and I.
“Morning.” George greeted and motioned for them to sit down and eat.
“Where’s the cheeky one?” Ringo asked, meaning John.
“He wouldn’t get his lazy butt out of bed.” I answered and took a bite of my toast.
“I suggest you get him up or we’ll be late for the gig.” Paul advised.
I gulped down the last bit of milk in my glass and got up.
Silently I crept into our room where he was sleeping peacefully.
I tiptoed to the bed and softly whispered in John’s ear. “Time to get up, John Love.”
His eyelids fluttered and he groaned and rolled over.
Annoyed, I pounced on the bed and John awoke with a start. Rubbing his eyes he grinned sillily and rolled out of bed.
“Mmm, I smell some brekkie.” He breathed out.
I led him into the main room and he immediately snatched up the last cinnamon roll and sat down by Paul.
John ate rudely to harass Paul and Paul edged away from him with a look of disgust on his face.
Steph giggled and John gave her an accomplished grin.
A knock came on the door at 12:30, exactly two hours after our late breakfast. Brain scrambled to the door straightening his tie and arranging his jacket. He opened the door and there stood two very tidy looking men in fresh looking uniforms. Brian conversed with them for a moment ad then closed the door. He stepped over to his briefcase for a moment and shuffled through some papers. Then he strode back to the entry and nodded his head to the men. They nodded back and promptly walked down the hall. Brian closed the door behind him and John’s face peeked around the corner and he stepped in the room. Combing his hair as he spoke he asked, “What were those blokes in uniform about, Brian?”
“They just came around to see if you were ready John, that’s all.” Brian answered.
“Ready for what?” John became more and more curious.
“Ready to be escorted to the Budokan for the gig.” Brian replied sounding more impatient.
The events of the day before flashed through John’s head and he wondered if Brian had found out. He nodded his head and left Brian, his curiosity almost satisfied.
I looked up as John came in our room. A worried look was on his face. My hands on my hips I said, “Alright, John, what is it this time,” sounding like a nagging mother.
John let out a sigh. “Nothing, sweet pea, I thought Eppy found out about our game plan yesterday.”
“Oh, John. Don’t let it worry you. I’m sure Brian disagrees with the Japanese keeping us in as much as we all do.” I answered and brought his beige jacket over and helped him slip it on over his silk red shirt.
The end of what i have typed so far.
i bet this is the longest post of all-time!
John Lennon lives.