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Battle of the Bands 2: Part 7

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Battle of the Bands 2
Part 7

I feel so bad for you. First John… and then Paul tells you that George doesn't love you like that anymore either. You must be emotionally sick right now… well, at least you still have Ringo and Paul, right?


When you wake up, it's around 11 AM… all you remember last night was John confronting you with the news that he didn't love you anymore. And then, after you stormed out of the room, Paul found you, comforted you, and reluctantly said that George was feeling the same as John was… in love with Eva and not in love with you. That's really all you can recall… maybe there was something about Paul carrying you back to your hotel room and staying with you until you fell asleep. And, as you glance around the room, you realize he's gone.

Darn it!

But suddenly, as you begin to stir from the covers, a small slip of paper becomes visible on the bedside table nearby. You stretch your arms above your head, yawning, and reach out for the paper. You smile when you recognize Paul's handwriting:




Riley,

Don't worry, you're not alone. Dominick's in the room next door with Elliot. Ringo and I decided that now would be the best time to inform Eva of something important. John and George are eating lunch in the hotel restaurant. (Don't worry, they have disguises.) AROTR will start soon, so get dressed. I'll be back soon, I promise.

Love you,

Paul





After you swoon a little bit over the romantic bits in his letter, you kiss his name on the paper and stand from the bed. Sunlight streams through the windows, proving to you that you should've been awake hours ago. The clock on the desk says 11:14 AM, and you're supposed to be on stage by 12! Immediately you rush to the dresser, pulling out your next costume: a dark navy woman-fitting suit over a white button-down. A sticky-note attached to the jacket pocket said "NO SHOES!" Then you remember: today, the Sergeant Hearts that Dream try their best to recreate Abbey Road. Thankfully you picked to be Paul again. The girl version of his outfit looks the best on you, you think. Eva begged to dress like John, but Elliot suggested a guy wear the white suit and beard, not a girl. Then she came back with the argument that Paul is the only one without a beard on the cover of the album, and if she wasn't John, (Dominick had dibs on being Ringo) she'd have to be George, who was also bearded. Eventually, Elliot gave in. Eva became a non-bearded John, and Elliot dressed as George.

Clutching the outfit in your arms, you dash to the bathroom to get changed. Running a comb through your unruly long hair, you finally manage to pull it into a high ponytail. Then you pat your face down with a wet washcloth and apply enough makeup to create the illusion that you're even half-awake. Finally, you remove your pajamas and put the suit pants on first. Examining how they fit you in the mirror, you are proud to see they look pretty good on you. Paul will be happy you think joyfully. Then, noticing that you're just standing there rather stupidly in pants and a bra, you throw the soft white button-down over your shoulders and begin fastening the row of buttons down your front. To add emphasis that you are a girl in a guy's outfit, you leave the top few buttons undone. The navy jacket fits snugly around your torso, slimming your hourglass shape.

You glance down at your bare feet and your British flag-decorated toenails. I can't walk around without SHOES! Wouldn't I look stupid? You decide on asking Paul what he did to get away with wearing no shoes on the album cover. How do I reach him? you wonder. Ah. Eva. I'll call her. Paul said he'd be talking to her. You retrieve your cell phone from the desk and hold down the 2. Instantly, it calls Eva.

Brrrriing!

Brrrriing!

Brrrriing!


Eva comes on the line after three rings. She's coughing, breathing heavily, and sobbing into the receiver when she answers.

"H-h-hello?" she sniffs.

"Eva? What's wrong? Why are you crying?"

She moans. "Paul… and R-Ringo… they told m-me…"

"Told you? Told you what?"

There comes a knock on the room door. "Open up," she murmurs into the phone. "It's me. I don't w-wanna tell y-y-you while I'm in front of th-their room…"

"Okay. I'm coming." You hang up the phone and open the door. Eva rushes inside and lands on her bed, burying her face in the pillow. You quickly follow her and sit down next to her. She's dressed in her John Lennon costume—there are extensions in her hair to reach John's length and she wears the pure white suit as well.

"What did Paul and Ringo tell you?" you ask calmly, patting her shoulder.

She hugs the pillow to her chest and rolls onto her back, staring up at the ceiling. The tiny bit of eyeliner and mascara she's wearing has already dripped down the length of her cheeks.

"Th-they told me…" she gulps, "that they don't love me any longer… th-they love me like a… a…"

"Sister," you say in a monotone voice, tired of hearing the same phrase used constantly. "Yeah, I know. I've heard that twice already. It's getting old. It may even become a Beatles catchphrase that comes with one of their talking action figures one day."

She giggles weakly at your joke. "I heard J-John and George did the same thing to y-you yesterday…" Her expression grows sad. "I'm s-sorry, Riley."

"Thanks, and I'm sorry, too, Eva-lution." She smiles again when you use her nickname. "Boys will be boys… and sometimes boys are really simpleminded."

"And stupid," Eva adds playfully, wiping away her tears with her knuckles.

"Uh, Mrs. Spelling Bee? Simpleminded and stupid mean the same thing." You snatch another pillow from your bed and toss it at her face. She screeches and chucks it back at you.

"Hey, I'm going through a crisis here. I don't have time to think things through."

Before you can respond, there comes a fierce pounding on the door. Both you and Eva jump at the sound.

Who the HECK could it be?

"Riley?!?!" Paul sounds overwrought and worried beyond belief. "RILEY?!?!"

You rush to the door. "Calm down, Paul! I'm here!" When you swing open the door, Paul hurtles through the doorframe and seizes you, squeezing you as tightly to him as possible. His lips press into your neck, and his fingers dig into your back. He's breathing heavily, and from the moment's glance you caught of him before he hugged you, he looked pale and terrified.

Behind you, you hear Eva burst into tears at the sight of Paul embracing you.

"Oh my GOD, Riley…." he murmurs into your ear, ignoring Eva. "I thought… for a minute there… they'd gotten you too…"

"Ahem?" comes Eva's voice from her bed. She's giving Paul a death-glare, her arms crossed and her eyes like daggers. Her eyes are red again. "W-would you care to explain, Mr. McCartney?"

Paul is still holding you tight when he glances over at Eva. "I was worried you both had gone missing like everyone else…" Then, he kisses your cheek and nose. "The thought gave me a heart attack…"

In seconds, Eva is right behind you, looking panicked. "Wait… missing like everyone else?!?!? John? George?"

"And Ringo, Dominick and Elliot," Paul confesses. "I checked the restaurant downstairs and the room next door. I also ran through the hotel, calling their names. And I ran through the festival grounds. I couldn't find anyone." His breathing speeds up again. "And then I thought… about you two… I came straight up here…"

His eyes finally swipe across your outfit, and he breaks out into a huge grin. "I like your getup, love. Very fashion-forward."

Out of nowhere, Eva's hand is a blur as she punches Paul in the shoulder. He winces, and you gasp.

Oh no she DIDN'T just hit my Paulie Paul!

"Eva!" you exclaim angrily. Paul massages his shoulder. "What was that for?!?!"

Eva appears very smug. "He was straying off the topic. I want to know where John and George are." Her death-glare returns. "So you couldn't find them? Are you sure you looked everywhere?"

"I did, Ms. Rigby," Paul hisses. "I looked everywhere for dear John and George. But like I said, they were gone."

You open your mouth to speak, but the person standing in the doorway over Paul's shoulder has created a barrier between you and rational thought. The same horrified expression, unknown to you, appears on Eva's face as well. Paul, who's facing the other direction, looks at the door as well—his jaw drops instantly.

"Hello, Mr. McCartney, Ms. Pennick and Ms. Rigby," the burly woman says through gritted teeth. She puts her hands on her hips and chuckles. "We've been looking for you three for a long time… in fact, it was Maya who recommended we check this room." Her smile curls sinisterly. "Jackpot."

Paul, taking your wrist, forcefully pushes you behind him to stand next to Eva. He lowers his eyes and puts on a serious, frightening stare.

"Keep… away… from… them…" he snarls threateningly.

Avery snickers, and then about five other muscular women appear behind her in the doorway, pounding their fists. Paul begins backing up, and the girls begin to advance. Slowly, they all make their way into the room, circling the three of you. You sense Paul begin to panic.

"Like I said before," Avery whispers menacingly. "Jackpot."

And everything goes black…
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calico-skies-1985's avatar
NOOOOOOO!!!! OHMYGOD I'VE BEEN CAUGHT! PAUL HOLD ON TO ME!
I DON'T WANT TO DIIIE!
hehe when he ran into the room I was like :iconiseeplz: