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Shea Stadium

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As the limo pulled up to Shea Stadium on a warm August afternoon, a hoarde of screaming girls sprinted up to it shrieking at the top of their lungs. Policemen pushed and shoved the love-hungry teenagers to clear an opening from the limo's door to the opening of Shea Stadium. Shortly later, out of the limo came The Beatles.

"Damn-" John yelled as he ran, looking over at Paul, "Even with disguises on, they notice us!"

They ran inside the large stadium, and as they did the doors were slammed shut behind them by two guards. The five of them nodded 'thank you' to the two men and panted heavily.

"Ah don't-*gasp*-see-*gasp*whoy it ain' eveh-*gasp*-somebody else," Paul said short of breath.

"*gasp*-Yeah," George nodded, his hands on his knees as he crouch over breathlessly, " 'S not loi' we're-*gasp*-Jesus, eh nothin'," John replied, wiping sweat from his brow. Ringo stood there breathing most heavily, wheezing as he wiped sweat from his forehead and coughed twice deeply.

"Alroi', Rings?" Paul asked, his breathing slowly returning to normal, placing a hand on Ringo's back.

"F-foine-*cough*-foine," Ringo panted, "Jus' los' me breath, is oll."

"Now's no toime feh yer asthma t' be actin' up, Starkey," Brian said nastilly, out of breath as well. He quickly cleared his throat and was back to normal as he drew the boys together.

"Now lads-this's a big pehformance, an' when Ah say 'big' Ah mean HUGE-"

"Awh, quit troyin' t' scare us, Eppy," John interrupted sarcastically, " 'S jus' anotheh conceht!"

"It's certainly moh than tha', Lennon! This's ouh FIHST concert in th' Unoited States, an' Ah wont-"

"Beg pahdon-'OUH fihst concert'? Ahre YOU goin' ou' there an' pehfohmin' t'noi'?!" Lennon sounded a little questionable, and certainly getting a bit angry.

"You know wot Oi meant," Eppy replied, looking down at his watch.

"Hmm, three-quahtahs of an houah t' show toime. Guess this gives us some free toime-"

"WOO-HOO!"

"YE-HEAH!"

"ALROIGH'!"

"ALROI', Alroi'! Loi' a buncha kinnie-gart'ners, Ah swear... I've gotta go check with the conceht coohdinatah an' stage directahs. Now, PROMISE ME you's'll be'ave while Ah'm gone!"

"We pro-"

"Can we go explorin'?!"

"...Wot the hell does that mean?"

"Y' know- go ta consession stands-" Paul added.

"Look 'roudn the stadium-"Ringo chimed in.

"Try a hot dog!" George cried excitedly. Everybody looked at him as if he had three heads as he said shyly, "Or not..."

"Soooooo," John sang, grabbing Brian by the shoulders excitedly, "CAN WE, EP?! PLEASE, PLEASE PLEASE?!"

Brian looked nervously at John's excited plea and smiled bitterly.

"Of course NOT!" His smile slowly fading to a stubborn frown.

"Aww, c'mon Eppy!"

"Whoy not?"

"Because EV'RYWHERE you go when Oi'm not keepin' a hawk's eye on you fouh-you OLWAYS manage t' foind yehselves in some koinda mischief!"

"Tha's only in John's case-" Ringo mumbled as John elbowed him angrily, "OWW! OI!"

"Now, Ep," Paul reassured Brian with a pat on the back, "No need t' worry-we'll be good-won't we, lads?"

He looked to his friends who were staring at eachother confusedly, then looked back to Paul who gave a little wink. They smiled and put on their 'good-little-Beatle' faces and nodded politely.

"We'll be perfec' gentlemen," George smiled.

"An' show Liverpool great justice," Ringo added.

"An' wreke Hell," John said through clenched teeth as he smiled.

"Wotchu say, Lennon?!"

"H-he said-um, 'an' sing clear as a bell'." Paul nodded to Brian, before quickly shooting a death-stare at John, "Oh, c'mon, Eppy-"

"We'll be good!"

"We promise!"

"Pleaaaaase...?"

"Hmmm...."

Brian stared at the boys, rubbing his chin questionably. The four of them smiled sweetly at him, eyes twinkling with innocence. How could he argue with that?

"Oh-alroi'...you can look around th' place-"

"HOORAY!"

"YAHOO!"

"HUZZAH!"  

"Simmer down, you lot," Brian snapped harshly, "NOW- Ah'll be back fah you lads a' this very spot 'round six-"

"AN' YOU-" He yelled, pointing a finger at Paul's face.

"BEST-" At George's.

"BE-" At John's.

"HERE-" he hissed, as he pointed his finger at Ringo's face, " 'S'AT CLEAH?!"

"*gulp* Crystal..."Ringo replied, voice cracking with nervousness.

"GOOD." He flicked Ringo's nose before turning his back to the group.

"R'membah, boys," Brian called back to the boys as he headed towards the concert coordinator's office, "Six a' clock-SHAHRP!"

"We'll be 'ere-"

"Promise!"

"Ta-ta!"

"Ol' fart-"

"LENNON?!"

After Brian heard him, John waved gayly and winked at him playfully. Angered by John's sarcasm, he stormed off, grunting and sputtering to himself.

"DAMN-DINGERING-LENNON! FUTTER-FITTLING-MORON-"

As he stormed off, the four musicians laughed to themselves as Paul looked down at his watch.

"Chroist," he cried, "We've only half an hour 'til show-toime!"

"Then, let's live i' up whoile we can," John replied, staring at a young, attractive lady who walked by his path. He headed after her until George grabbed his shoulder.

"An' where ah YOU headed, then?"

"Dunno-whereveh SHE'S headed!"

"Hmm...can't ahgue with tha'-coun' me in: Perhaps she's got a friend!"

And with that, the two chased after the girl calling to her romantically...or, so they thought.

"YOOHOOO! OH, MOST FAIR LAAAADY!"

"WOULDJEH HELP AN IMMIGRANT T' SOME A' TH' WONDEHS THIS FOINE COUNTRY BEHOLDS-SOOCH AS ATTRACTIVE YOONG AMERICAN LASSES QUOITE LOIKE YEHSELF--"

Their voices trailed off, and Ringo and Paul laughed at their friends' stupidity.

"What say yeh, Rings, we go foin' a pub somewhere in this place?"

"Sounds loike a plan t' me!"

The two walked throughout the stadium and found a bar nearby and sat down at a stool.

" 'Scuse me, sih," Paul called to the bartender, who was cleaning off one of the glasses with a towell, "Couldju set us up with a drink please."

"Coit'n'lly, kid," The bartender replied, his voice wreked of a thick New-York accent. As he poured the drinks, he tried to make conversation with the boys, "Eh, you toalk funny. Not from around here, ah yuh?"

"No, sihr. We're English, yeh see," Paul replied looking at Ringo, " An' we're 'ere on 'oliday," Ringo added.

" 'Ear on Olly-day'? What the hell's'at s'sposed ta mean? Oh-ho, I get it! 'Here on Holiday', right?!"

"Roigh'," They both nodded.

"Say, dat's cute. Must be a real toine-on wit da ladies," The bartender replied, filling the glasses with beer, "Maybe you's could show me how'da do that accent, uh?"

"Cehrtainly," Paul replied with a wink, "A' should Ah say, 'coi't'n'lly'?"

Ringo laughed as his friend imitated the New Yorkian accent almost perfectly, and soon enough Paul laughed as well. The bartender brought the drinks over to the bar table, stared at the two laughing fools, and shrugged.

"N'ah don' get it."

He placed the drinks down in front of the boys and said with a wink, "On th' house-an' welcome to America."

"Oi, thanks, mate!"

"Than'k'you!"

The boys gulped down their beers and sighed with thirst-quenching relief. They talked a few minutes, and with those few minutes-had a few more drinks, as well-and a very attractive young lady wearing close to nothing on her body eyed the two British boys from across the bar. Her boyfriend-or rather, fiancee- was reading the paper, not paying much attention to her, and she thought, with her squeaky, New Yorkian voice out loud, but quiet enough so her boyfriend wouldn't hear her, "Whoat little cuties they ahre! That oughta make old Coahney jealous!"

Corney and Crystal-that was her name, by the way-had been having some relationship problems ever since the proposal, and Crystal LOVED getting Corney jealous for some odd reason-especially in 'the love department'.

She got up, fixed her bra, and walked over to the two tipsy Liverpuldians sexily. Paul was taking a sip of his beer, when Crystal slowly pushed his hand holding the glass back down on the table.

"Hey theyah, cutie," she said lusterously, tustling Paul's hair, "Neveh seen YOU heeya befoah."

"U-um, well," Paul stammered as he stood up, "Y' see, m'um-tha's only becos-"

"Oh moy," Crystal squealed, "Whoat an adorable little accent you hayave! Is it French?"

"Actchally," Paul replied, "It's Liverpu-"

"Oi'm Crystal," Crystal interrupted, placing her hand out in front of Paul, "What's yoah name, baby-face?"

"P-paul, m'um," Paul looked down at her hand, grabbed her finder-tip and shook it quickly, "Paul Mc-um," Paul looked down nervously noticing that Crystal's hand was on his chest as she giggled. He looked at her hand wide-eyed to behold a large ring on her finger, "My, wot a lov'ly ring you ha-"

"DID SOMEBOODY MENTION A RING?!"

Ringo, who had drunken more than Paul, picked his head slowly up from the table, drunk as could be, and smiled dasedly. He stood up, wobbled a little, and then looked down at the ring.

"MOY WEHD," Ringo gasped, "THA'S QUOITE A ROOCK YEH'VE GOT THERE, M'UM! BUTCHU AIN' SEEN NOTHIN' 'TIL YEH'VE SEEN MOINE!"

Ringo then shot his hands out in front of Crystal's face, showing off all his magnificent rings. She looked down at them, then back at Ringo's sleepy/happy face and smiled.

"Theyah VERY nice," Crystal nodded patting sweet, drunk Ringo on the head, "Now- whoat's yoah name?"

"OI'M *hic* Richard Starkey," Ringo said proudly, "Butchu can coll me-pff...'RINGO'!"

Just then, Ringo broke out in a huge laughing fit all his own.

"AHA-AH-HAHAHA-AH-HA-HA-HA-HA! YAH GET IT?! HA-HA--'RINGO'! OH-HOO-HOO*snort*"

He then drew his hand for Crystal to come closer, "HAHA-OI! spt! Oi'll tell ya whoy-but it's a secret," Crystal put her ear up to Ringo's cupped hands as he whispered, "It's becos...of all...the rings..GET IT?! BA-HAAA! BA-HAHAHAHA! ALL THE RI-OH, ME RIBS! OH-HO! HA-HA-HA! AH-HA-HA-"

Paul, being a bit drunk too, started to giggle at this sight and laughed in agreement. Crystal then placed her index finger over his lips and looked into his eyes wantingly. She leaned in for the kiss, Paul's eyes wide with fear and confussion, when there was a loud, "Whoat the hell ah ya doin' with my goilfrien', punk?!"

Just then, Corney walked over-arms crossed and angry as ever. He pushed Ringo-who'd stopped laughing, out of the way and lifted Paul by the scuff of his collar and brought him face-to-face with him.

"Oh, bloody 'ell-" Paul whispered.

Meanwhile, back at the lobby of the stadium, John and George stood there with souveneir bags in their hands and caps that said "I Love NYC" boldly on the top.

"Ah'm tellin' yeh, Geo," John sighed happily, "Ah don't think Ah'll eveh eat a sausage tha' tastes betteh then tha' one- even if it wos straigh' from Germany itself!"

" 'S not a 'sausage', John," George replied, "Ah think it's called a 'hot-dog'."

"...THAT'S DISGUSTIN'! YA MEAN IN AMERICA, THEY EAT DOGS?!"

"Yeh shouldn' be tolkin, son. YOU ate one, ya know."

John was about to retort, but then stared down at the ground in disbelief.

"Ah think Ah'm gonna be sick!"

"Not now-'ere comes Brian."

Brian walked over to the boys and said, "Alright, boys-let's g-wait...WHERE IS PAUL AND RINGO..."

"Er-umm..."

"Uhhhh...."

"YEH'VE LOST THEM?!"

"Calm down Ep-Ah think Paul said somethin' abou' he an' Rings headin' over t' catch a few spirits-"

"Drinking?! Really!? REALLY! An' this close befoh show-time, too! W'll, c'mon-let's go foind those two-an' QUICK!"

Back at the bar...

"I SAID," Corney spat in Paul's face, "WHOAT-AH YA DOIN'-WITH-MY-GOILFRIEN'?!"

"Erm," Paul quivered in the man's grasp, "Well..."

"Oh, Coahney," Crystal cried in fake-horror, grabbing Corney's ankles, "It was oaweful! I troied ta tells 'im I was seein' somebody, a-an' he troied ta KISS ME-"

"Kissh'ya, eh," Corney sneered, looking back at Paul, "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't knock yeh teeth outta yeh mouth-"

"GIVE ME ONE GOOD REASON WHOY YEH SHOULD," Ringo yelled bravely-drunkily, yet bravely. Though, drunk or not, Ringo was always one to defend a friend in need, "YEH DIRTY SWOINE!"

"RICHARD!!" Paul whispered angrily to Ringo, then looking up at the man twice his size ready to knock his face in.

"Oh-ho-ho," Corney laughed, "I'll give a reason, oall right. As a matter'a' fact-I'll give yeh five."

With that, he held up his right hand.

"ONE." He curled one finger down.

"TWO." Another finger.

"THREE." Another.

"FOUAH." ANOTHER. (Corney was running out of fingers.)

"FIVE." His hand was now clenched up into a complete fist and he held it up to McCartney's face. Paul gulped and looked up at Corney with fear as he raised his fist back and high in the air.

"SAY 'G'NIGHT', PRETTY BOY-"

"OI!" Just as Corney's fist was about to smash into Paul's face, John walked into the bar, letting out a cry of anger to alert the entire bar that he was there. He walked up to Corney-who had now dropped Paul and looked him straight in the eyes- and spoke.

"Whaddya think yeh doin' with 'im?"

"Whoat's it to yah?! This ain't ya biz'ness-"

"He's me best friend-he's ev'ry bit MY business as he is yours-IF NOT MOH-"

"Well, this ain' abou' YOU, kid. This's between ME and HIM-"

"Well, to get through with 'IM, yeh gonna 'ave ta get through ME fihs'-"

"Issat so?!"

"DAMN ROI' IT'S SO!"

"TAKE YA BEST SHOT... yeh filthy immigrant-"

"WHATCHU SAY?!"

"I think you hoid me correctly- I SAID YOU'RE A DOITY, STUPI, FILTHY IMMI-"

WHACK!

And with that, John knocked Corney out with one angry punch. John looked down knelt down to the ground at Corney-mouth bloody and nearly unconcious.

"Tha's wot Ah thoughtchu said," John said quietly in Corney's ear. He stood up again, kicked Corney in the back, and turned back to Paul.

"Y' alroigh', son," He asked, fixing Paul's collar.

"Foine now, thanks teh you," Paul smiled.

"Ugh," Ringo walked over to the two friends and held his head in pain, "Guys-wot jus' 'appened?"

"John knocked tha' man out cold," George beamed, when Paul added, "Yeah-th' one you threatened-"

"RINGO?!" John and George cried looking over at Ringo, then at eachother.

"Wot," Ringo shrugged, "Ah wos drunk-an' 'e wos tusslin' with me Paulie-" he gave the lad a friendly pat on the back.

"Tha' remoinds me," John perked up, arms crossed, looking disapprovingly over at Paul who was looking down at his feet sheepishlly, "Whoy WERE you tusslin' with tha' brute? He's ten-toimes yeh soize, son-'e coulda killed you!"

"Long story. Yeh see-"

"C'MON! C'MON-NO TOIME FEH THA' NOW" Brian pushed the four of them towards the door, "SHOW STAHTS IN FOIVE MINUTES. This should coveh the damages," and smacked fifty pounds on the bar table. The boys headed towards the door, but Brian pointed at Paul furiously.

-AN' YOU!"

Paul stopped and, all of a sudden, Brian grabbed him by the ear and quoted very angrily as he pulled him out of the bar, " 'WE'LL BE GOOD' YEH SAID- 'NO NEED TA WORRY' IS 'AT ROIGHT?! RUBBISH! EV'RY LAS' FOOCKIN' WORD-"

"OW! OW! OW!OW! OW-"

Once the boys left, the bartender picked up the Liverpuldian tab and held it up to the light.

"Whaddoo I do with THIS freakin' thing-it ain't even American," but, the bartender shrugged and stuffed the bill in his pocket, "Ah well," he sighed, fixing his coat, "Maybe I can trade it in atta pawn shop an' get somethin' nice fah the misses," and walked out the door.

As the bartender left, Crystal knelt down beside her fiancee.

"Coahney, baby," she cooed, "Ahre you alroight, honey-bun?"

"Well," Corney replied, still laying on the floor flat on his back. He turned his head towards his girlfriend and said with a loving smile, "As long as youah heyah, sugah-lips, I'm always on toppa da woild."

Crystal's eyes welled up with tears as she hugged her husband-to-be, and would NEVER be tempted to cheat again.

Back stage, two minutes before the show, the Beatles tuned up their instruments and fixed eachothers' collars preparing for the show.

"Alrigh', boys," Brian called excitedly, "Ev'rybody's ready when you ah!"

"Oi, can yeh keep yeh voice down, Ep," Ringo moaned, rubbing his temples, "Ah got a splittin' 'eadache-"

"Ugh-same," Paul groaned, rubbing the back of his head, "Feel's loi' drums ah bangin' about in the back a' me head-"

"A' leas' you don't 'ave ta be playin' them!"

"Tha'll do, you two," Brian dictated, "Serves yeh roi' feh gettin' drunk befoh a show-"

"An' neahly gettin' yeh face slammed in by some Guido," John added, tuning his guitar.

"Ah thought 'guidos' lived in New Jers-" George remarked quietly, being interrupted.

"DOES IT REALLY MATTAH ROIGH' NOW," Brian intruded angrily, "We gotta group of screamin' fans out there an'-"

"Again with the 'we' stuff!" John cried over to Paul who was rubbing his temples.

"Ugh- Whoy olways th' 'SCREAMIN' fans'," Ringo groaned, not feeling AT ALL his usual chipper self, "Whoy can't they be th' 'sit-quietly-shuttup-an'-listen-to-th'-foockin'-song' fans instead?"

"Ah, c'mon lads," Paul chimed in cheerfully (always one to see the glass half-full rather than empty-even when he felt hungover), "This's one a' the biggest shows of ouh ENTIRE loives! Let's give America a show they'll NEVEH fehget, eh? Make 'em wish THEY were Liverpuldians!"

"Here, here!"

"WOO-HOO!"

"Ugh-FOINE!"

In a matter of minutes, the outdoor stage of Shea Stadium was lit and bright, and all of the fans hooted and hollared as The Beatles took the stage and put on a show that left America 'Beatlefied'.  
Here you are, :iconshewolf56:!!! I TOLDJA I'D GET TO IT!! lol:love: SOOOOOOOO sorry it took so long, hun^^; She requested a Beatles' story about their first US visit at Shea Stadium:D Her favorite Beatles are Paul (like me;)) and Ringsie!!

Attempted writing in a New Yorkian accent for the first time, so please don't hate me, New Yorkers. And the little bit about 'guidos' PLEASE don't be affended-I have NOTHING against them(considering I am one;))

Hope you like it, sweetheart!:hug: (All are welcome to read as well:laughing:)

Beatles (c) ...not me:shrug:
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This was adorable! Loved how John stormed in there and saved Paul's pretty face!

Thanks for the great read!