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posted by Rubyrings
At the airport in New York City, a large family was making their way through the heavy crowds towards their plane. This family's last name was Harrison. They had been on a visit to the States for the past month, partly on vacation and partly because Louise, their eldest child and only daughter, was thinking of moving there. She and her brother Harry, named for their parents, were both young adults already; their other two sons were sixteen and thirteen.
Mrs Louise Harrison, the mother, was trying to keep track of her four children in the crowd. It was difficult with people pressing in on every...
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posted by Rubyrings
The tunnels were dirty and wet. At times the Beatles were wading through knee-deep water, and it was possible that their trousers and booties would never be the same again. This was, of course, also partly due to the fact that there wasn't a lot of opportunity for changing clothes on a Quest.
And yet, the Beatles felt happy. They were so near to their goal, but not quite near enough that they had to worry about battling a soul-sucking Beast just yet. And each Beatle now had a magical object on his side that was bound to protect him.
Every now and then, though, Paul would pull out the Titanium...
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For the next week, I stayed with John. It was heaven for me, and I think John enjoyed my company, too. But my real reason for being here never left my mind.
On the first day, John introduced me to his music. He played me songs he'd recorded solo in the last couple of years, and they were so beautiful, but they made me cry. Then I asked to hear some Beatles songs, and John played me many of the earlier ones I didn't know yet on his guitar. "Misery" and "I Should Have Known Better" and "A Hard Day's Night" and "Help!" and "Eight Days a Week" and "It's Only Love" and "No Reply" and many more. I...
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Some time later, and I was walking in Central Park, my next step in finding and reuniting all the Beatles. George had driven me to the airport and paid for my flight back to the United States. On the plane, I had thought about John. From what the other Beatles had told me, he would probably be the hardest to convince, but after my victory with George, I was feeling like I could do anything.
I had looked at Paul's photo of the Beatles again before leaving George's house, and even though most of the Beatles looked so different now, I was able to recognize George and Ringo in the picture, so I...
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It wasn't long before I had my new job at the record store. Marvin had pulled some strings and gotten me working with the delivery of the new records - it wasn't the most interesting thing I could do in a record store, but I knew I was working here so that I could be sent to get more records from England later on. When I saw Marvin at work, I asked him how the plan was going and he winked at me, which I'm sure meant really well.
Working in delivery was kind of annoying, though, when my friends came in wanting me to give them discounts on the records. I wasn't working behind the counter; how...
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posted by ChiliPepperLuv
I woke up the next morning, and I decided to freshen up before breakfast. When I looked up at the bathroom mirror, I saw John Lennon staring back at me. I blinked a few times to make sure I was seeing clearly. Sure enough, I was seeing it. I fell to the floor and nearly fainted. I heard a knock on the door. Howard asked, "Hazel, is everything okay in there?" I said, "Everything's fine." He asked, "Are you sure?" I said, "Yeah, I'm coming out now." After a day of studying, Howard said, "You have been really quiet all day. Is something troubling you, love?" I said, "I'm not really troubled. I'm...
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posted by Rubyrings
Together at John's house, Paul and John discussed what they'd just overheard.
"It was those girls! I knew they had something to do with it!"
The thought that their fans would be involved in something like this was upsetting. The fans were supposed to love them; they were supposed to be on their side. But most of these girls did actually love John, Paul, and George. They did want what was best for them. They just had a very warped idea of what was best for them.
John and Paul could put the pieces together without much difficulty. Those girls they had seen had obviously kidnapped Ringo for some...
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posted by thebeatleslover
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I wanna be your lover baby
I wanna be your man
I wanna be your lover baby
I wanna be your man
Love you like no other baby
Like no other can
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Like no other can

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posted by 80smusiclover1
The art gallery was filled with quite a wide collection of various paintings. In addition, this was where the Palace's souvenir shop could be found. The group spent the rest of the afternoon in checking out the artworks while their hosts told the stories behind each of them. They also shared their personal favorites. By the time it was nearly 5:00 pm, the Beatles and Laura had finished exploring the gallery. Elizabeth said, "Well, I think this wraps up our tour of the Palace! Would you like to buy some gifts before we head to Windsor Castle, my friends?" George replied, "Absolutely, ma'am!...
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posted by sweetlady982002
Hello!

What is ur favorite Elvis Presley (EP) movie(s) & y?  The reason y I asked is b/c on Tues., 8/16/22 will be the 45th anniversay of Elvis' death.  Elvis made a lot of movies, but my suggestion 2 u is that u can make a list of ur favorite Elvis movie(s) that u either wanna see on TV or the movie(s) that u haven't seen such as "Tickle Me" or "Live A Little, Love A Little".   After u make ur list, u can send ur list 2 the following TV stations such as This TV Network at www.thistv.com; Pluto TV at www.pluto.tv; ION Television at www.iontelevision.com; Get TV Network at www.get.tv; E!TV at www.eonline.com; Peacock TV at www.peacocktv.com; Roku at www.roku.com; Crackle at www.crackle.com; Plex TV at www.plex.tv; Tubi TV at www.tubitv.com; & ION Plus at www.ionplustv.com.



Thanks!



Sweet Lady

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posted by Roldan13
George was about to remind Ringo about why they weren't going to Scotland, but hearing the urgency in Ringo's voice, George instead said, "You sound out of breath. What happened?" Ringo said, in between breaths, "Chapman....he...found out...John's in Scotland! There was....an online campaign...to save John." George said, "I was afraid something like this would happen if word got out. Does Chapman know where in Scotland John is hiding?" Ringo said, "No, he commented, 'Wherever he is in Scotland, I'll find him.'" George said, "We better get to John before Chapman does!" George and Ringo began...
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Hello, everyone! Kelly here. The following is a list of things I'd like to see should they decide to make a new Beatles Cartoon. I've had these ideas in my mind for some time now. So, let's begin!

1. I'd like the new cartoon to be produced and animated in England, complete with an all-British voice cast. I'd also like to see references to British culture, history, and of course, plenty of humor!

2. I'd like to see the Beatles wear different outfits in each episode and have different eye colors. In this way, it will be easy to tell them apart. Plus, I'd like the friendship of the band to be the...
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posted by Rubyrings
Paul dreamed about John that night.
It wasn't a typical dream where something was going on and John just happened to show up in it. There wasn't much background in the dream at all, just a lot of misty white, and John was there, smiling like he always had back when they had been best friends and seen each other every day. The first thing Paul did when he saw him was to throw his arms around his friend and start crying.
"Shh," John soothed, though accepting Paul's hug with surprisingly good grace. "You don't want to look soft. Stiff upper lip and all that."
"I miss you, John," Paul whispered.
"I'm...
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posted by Rubyrings
The head policeman turned to the others surrounding the Beatles. "That's them, the boys we're looking for. It's the same British boys that were causing trouble all last month."
Paul was nervous. "Could we just give you our autograph and promise not to do it again?" he tried, lowering his eyelids charmingly and hoping this would help.
At the same time, Ringo's head swivelled from one police officer to the next uncertainly. "But - what about our show...?"
At that point, a new voice broke through from just behind the police officers. "Paul? Have you got him? Is he all right?"
Paul's heart sank. "Not...
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posted by Rubyrings
Jim McCartney was sitting in his hotel room the next morning, feeling upset and tired. He hadn't gotten much sleep last night, and neither had the Harrisons. They had been in New York for over a week now, and still no sign of their sons. Jim was beginning to wonder if he was ever going to see Paul again.
The British band he had heard of, the one he'd been so certain would lead him to Paul, had vanished off the radar. Maybe they knew the police were looking for them and had slipped quietly underground. They would have taken Paul and the Harrisons' boy, George, with them, and who knew where they...
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posted by Rubyrings
Jim McCartney couldn't sleep. All day long, he'd turned what the police had told him about this mysterious British band over in his mind. How they had come to New York from England. How they all seemed to want to be rock musicians. And how one of them was calling himself James.
It was silly, Jim knew. Paul couldn't have gotten all the way to New York on his own! For one thing, the airlines wouldn't have allowed it. But he might not have been travelling alone, Jim remembered. There were three other boys in this band, who would have had to come over from England too. Could Paul have really formed...
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posted by Rubyrings
Harold Harrison went straight to the police station and waited in line. It was a different officer this time he spoke to, a more personable man than the last one.
"A check of the Liverpool airports? One moment, sir. I'll see what we've turned up." He turned around to some workers behind him and made some inquiries. "All right, let's see what's turned up. I'm sure we'll find your son," he added kindly. "Here we are... teenagers at the airport yesterday... no reports of any teenagers who weren't with their parents... except this one, here."
Mr Harrison raised his head immediately. "Where? Is it...
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posted by Rubyrings
Back in Liverpool, things with the Harrisons were not going nearly so well. When the plane had taken off without Geo, Mrs Harrison had made her way purposefully to the front and insisted that the plane crew radio down to the New York airport and tell them to find her missing son. The crew had listened to her, but by that time, Geo had already left with Paul, Ringo, and Winston. So when the airplane landed in Liverpool, the Harrisons rushed to the front desk and demanded news of their son. The Liverpool agent got in touch with the New York airport and listened for a minute or two, only to turn...
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posted by Rubyrings
In a very short time, Paul and Winston - which probably wasn't his real name, but as long as he had to hide his own name, Paul could hardly expect Winston to reveal his - were riding pleasantly along on two bikes borrowed from Aunt Mimi's garage. Winston had left a little note thanking her for them, which Paul hadn't seen, so he didn't know whether Winston had put his real name on it.
"Won't she get mad that you're takin' those bikes?" he'd asked.
"Probably." Winston had grinned broadly. Then, slyly, "How about your folks? They mad about you being here right now?"
Paul had blushed and dropped...
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posted by Rubyrings
It was late afternoon, and James Paul McCartney was coming home from another fun-filled day in Liverpool. Today, as usual, had been filled with a lively combination of rock-and-roll and girls, and as he made his way home, there were still two curly-haired girls on his arm, a brunette in a purple dress and a blonde in a green dress. The girls were giggling at everything Paul said, while he was still singing some of the songs he'd played on the jukebox, his gorgeous voice standing out even when he used it casually like this. The girls tried to sing along, but couldn't match him; however, they...
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