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Yesterday

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	Yesterday By: John Lennon and Paul McCartney An Original Fan Fic by Stacie Can you believe it? Can you believe it? How could I, I of all people been so stupid? It all started back in 1980, you know. Some of you are probably old enough to remember how it was back then. For those of you who don�t know let me tell you that 1980 started off as the best year of my life. My marriage was fantastic, I had the world�s greatest five year old son, and I had just finished recording the best solo album of my entire life. I had made up with Paul to where we were on speaking terms, and I had even tossed the idea of touring again around. �Nothing can go wrong now,� I told Yoko. Naturally, a fuckin� bastard with a gun had to destroy that theory. Well, the fucker had no idea, whom he was dealing with, did he? Or rather he didn�t know whom I had spent a lifetime dealing with. I had my own personal guru, you know, my own personal spiritual connection. Sometimes George really got on my nerves with all that �hallelujah� shit. But usually he made a lot of sense. He used to spend hours telling me how it would be when my time was up. He just didn�t tell me how soon that would be. I can�t pin that one on George he never claimed to be psychic. When I got to heaven, (yes all you non-believers I did make it) I knew exactly what I had to do. I had to wait for me mates of course.
	~ The Year 2019 ~ �Dad, it�s alright to go. Remember what Uncle George said? All things must pass?� James whispered as his father lie on his deathbed. �Heather if I don�t speak to you again�� he paused for a second �remember that I love you and the kids�� Well� Heather thought privately �it�s about time Paul died now I get everything! It�s mine all mine!� Paul closed his eyes. �Dad� wailed the McCartney children. But Paul was gone. The news ran out across the screens. As the reporter read �Ex-Beatle Sir Paul McCartney, 77, died late last night due to a fatal heart attack.� A tribute will be held within the next few days. Meanwhile fans have gathered in parks all over the globe to pay respect to the former Beatle. George Harrison sat alone in his home recording studio to escape the news. Paul had been his friend since they were teenagers, and now he was gone. The question who�s next plagued his thoughts. He wanted somebody who was going through what he was. Ringo. At that moment the phone interrupted his thoughts. Ring�ring� ring�r-�hullo?� �It�s me. Did you hear�? �Yeah� Silence descended what was there to say? What words could convey the depth of emotion the sense of loss? � You still there?� �Yeah, sorry, just thinking�� �Yeah, I know whatcha mean. Want me t� come over?� �Ah, you don�t have t� do that, Ritch, I�m a big boy. Don�t really need you to hold me hand.� �I know. Even if you don�t I thought maybe I could use a hug.� I couldn�t speak for the tears that welled up, but I forced �em down. Finally I choked something out, something stupid like, �otay�, and the line went dead. I either got lost in memories for a while or he�d been standing outside, because it seemed like he was here in no time. We Brits don�t hug very often, I mean, there�s the usual �hello hug�, but we pretty well hold our emotions in, but, when Ritch put his arms around me, I finally broke. �Ringo! I sobbed, I just know that we�re going to go in that famous order John, Paul, George, Ringo.� �Perfect George. Yer going to leave me all by meself� muttered Ringo. We had good long blubber, then kinda went through the shamefaced clearing of throats and wiping at streaming eyes, trying to get ourselves sorted out. I poured Ritch a cola, and poured meself a bloody strong scotch. Then we toasted with our drinks. �Here�s t� lost comrades�, I began, and then choked up again. I raised my glass again Ringo followed, t� old friends I whispered. We spent the night together talking, crying, drinking, and laughing about the good old days.
	Paul opened his eyes. All he could see was white. As his eyes focused to the intense brightness, he realized he was standing in front of two large gates. Paul looked himself over, ��oh damn I�m young again, I must be dead he thought or on some wild ass trip. The gates opened. Paul walked in; there was a man inside, who looked very familiar to Paul, looking at a large book. Paul then realized who it was. About that time the man looked up and said �Paulie what the bloody �ell you doing �ere? I was expecting George, �e has cancer ya know. But never in my mind did I think you�d be here� this soon anyway.� Paul took a good look at John. He had a mop top, the Beatles suit, complete with Beatle boots. John must have noticed him staring at his attire, because he remarked, �ya the Beatle outfit. I think God must be a fan too. No wait I know he is! John grinned. �Yeah but what are you doing here, I mean waiting at the gates for me. Are ya?� Asked Paul. �Ha! Exclaimed John, you wish. I�m just filling in for St. Pete. �C�mon me shift�s almost over anyway, I�ll take you to see the big guy, he�ll sort you out�. John knocked patiently but loudly on one of the huge white doors that stood in front of a huge flower garden. God�s booming voice rang from across the hippy-filled garden. �Enter.� John started to speak but God cut him short. �Erm�God? My friend Paul�� �PAUL MCCARTNEY!!! Well damn Paul it�s about time�will you please sign a Sgt. Pepper for me???� God laughed. �Yeah �e did that t� me too.� John murmured to Paul. �Hmmm. Ok then I�m finished and everything seems to be in order. God hands Paul a key that glowed when he took it. �John can show you around�� God said as he waved lazily towards the nearby hippies who were peace-signing each other. John and Paul left God�s office. Once outside Paul questioned �a key?� Yeh did you lose part of yer mind when you died. We do �ave �ouses, ya know. Where �bout s do you live? John took the key from Paul and stared at it dizzily for a moment. �Hmmm, 68 penny lane. How very original. I live at 65 penny lane. Man God is really into these cliques.� They walked a bit until they reached Strawberry fields (very close to penny lane). They looked down the street and saw a block of rainbow houses. �Oh man, John me head hurts complained Paul this makes it throb, too mind warping for my likes.� �Damn it Paul Shut up! This is fascinating,� snapped John in a still mesmerized state. Paul had been in heaven for a week. It was all right. He had a lot of things he�d always wanted�except his wife and kids. (Ya we know he has had wives but right now we�re referring to Heather ok but in case your wondering, which you probably are, don�t ask where Linda is. We don�t know either.) Heaven wasn�t too terrible, as he had thought; John had shown him the usual places, the bars�the other bars. �Yeah, they have alcohol in heaven.� John explained to Paul. �We�re allowed to drink, but no matter how much ya drink ya can�t get anymore than a little tipsy. I know. I�ve tried. Tha�s fine by me of course John said. As much as you want and NO hangovers!� �Gear� Paul said as he grinned.
	~ One Year Later ~ John was at Paul�s house and they were playing poker, when John said something that would change Paul�s life�err�death. �Paul ok I understand how much you love poker but after 999 games I have to call it quits it�s boring� do you wanna to go haunting instead?� �What?� Paul asked with a really confused look on his face. �Man I think you really did get daft when you died. We are dead right? �Ya� said Paul �Don�t answer me when I�m insulting you!� �We�re ghosts aren�t we? We can go �haunt� people. we're allowed t' do that every once in a while. I�ve visited you,George, Ringo and tons of other people many times�Sean, Julian,� �YOU HAUNTED ME?!?! John! Cried Paul. �Don�t worry Macca. I never saw anything, much. �Better bleedin not �ave!� �Though Paulie I can�t say I like Yer new wife. She�s just a bitch. I liked Linda much better, not much, but tons more than Heather. So John and Paul went Haunting. Guess whom they visited first? Ringo! It was about 10:00pm at Ringo�s house. Ringo was sitting in the dark in front of the telly, looking all depressed, sipping a coke. When John a nd Paul appeared. John snuck up behind him and grabbed his hair then pulled. Ringo slapped his head but obviously didn�t believe anything was wrong. He went back to watching his telly. Again John pulled Ringo�s hair. This time Ringo looked up. (Remember ghosts have the ability make people see them or not this was a case of not). He didn�t see anything so went back to the telly. This time John pulled his hair again, and Paul (feeling left out) took Ringo�s coke of him. Ringo screamed �Bloody Hell� very loudly. John and Paul giggling their mop tops off, and made themselves visible. �Ello Ringo! They chorused. �What the bloody hell are you doing HERE?!?� Ringo yelled. �Wassit look like? Haunting!� Replied John grinning. �Uhuh! John�s been showing me �round� said Paul. �Oh� (No one spoke silence descended over the room) Paul broke the silence by saying, �well then Ringo if Yer not goin to talk to us then, we�ll give you back Yer coke and let you go back to Yer telly.� about that time John piped up �yeah, I think we have to go visit someone else�named�George�Harrison� �Yeh, we�re going to come back, maybe �ell Ring we don�t know. Bye Ringo� said Paul. �Yup Ringo tomorrow never knows� replied John with a hint of mystery in his voice. With that they disappeared.
	They appeared in George�s room at the foot of his bed (by the way remember how we don�t know where Linda is well we don�t know where Olivia is either so we�re going to say on vacation don�t ask why George isn�t with her �cause we don�t know just a mystery of life). It was three am and by coincidence there were two electric guitars (for some reason) hooked up to a couple of amps in a corner of the bedroom. John whispered, �Hey Paul look� and pointed to the guitars. �Shall we? It would be the perfect time to relive Revolution, and scare the shit out of George�� �Hell ya!� Whispered Paul. �Why not?� They both grinned identical evil grins. They strapped on the guitars, maxed the volume on the amps, and began with Paul�s signature ear-piercing scream. George sat bolt right up in his bed. He saw two of his guitars at the end of his bed playing a song he hadn�t heard since �68, in mid air. �BLOODY FUCKIN� �ELL� George screamed. John and Paul (once again) made themselves visible while laughing their asses off. George smiled as he recognized his two friends. �I thought you bastards were dead!� George cried. �George, you ought t� know better by now, we only died physically.� Paul told him. �So George, like our performance? On behalf of Paul and I, I hope we passed the audition!� exclaimed John. �Well, gotta run�� Paul finally said. �Must pay a visit to John�s ex�� �What in the bloody hell for?� asked George. �Because I feel like it, that�s what for.� answered John. So they left to visit the wicked witch of the west.
	They appeared in John�s living room. Everything was completely black, gothic like. �What the bloody hell did she DO TO MY HOUSE?!?!?!� John screamed, enraged. �This is so damn depressing!!� About that time, Paul, (who was beside himself kicking a bookshelf to where it rocked on its side) commented �So what of it?� �Bloody �ell!!!� cried John, �she completely ruined the place, don�t you FUCKIN� GET IT?!?!� There was a click in the lock on the door. John jumped quickly over to the door and relocks it, he grins at Paul. The person at the door again tried to unlock it, but John held his hand on the lock so it wouldn�t budge. This went on for several minutes before a female voice screamed �WHOSE IN THERE?!!�. Then, as the last notes of her voice hung in the air, the door opened like 'magic'. Paul, still invisible, ran to the kitchen and immediately started banging pots and pans around noisily. Yoko ran into the kitchen to see who the hell was in her house, but no one was there that she could see. Then, as suddenly as the noise had started�it stopped. Everything had become dead quiet. Out of the blue, all the electronics in the apartment began going off. Then when Yoko checked to see what time it was every clock in the house was stopped at 6:30 pm. As suddenly as it had begun the noise ceased. Paul followed John to his music room. John eyed the guitar-lined walls. The said �well Paulie have yer pick. I feel like a jam session. I�m thinking a day in the life i hav'n't done tha' one in years.� �Well,� Paul began, groovy except do you think you can still pull off those spine-chilling vocals? �Hell, Paul I�m dead not daft� John sneered as he began to sing. �I read the news today oh boy about a lucky man who made the grade and though the news was rather sad Well I just had to laugh I saw the photograph. He blew his mind out in a car He didn't notice that the lights had changed A crowd of people stood and stared they'd seen his face before�.� At that moment Yoko burst into the room, John and Paul stopped playing. They sneaked out of the room. �C�mon Paul let�s leave her alone for a little while. I have an idea for when she wakes up.,� whispered John.
	Yoko woke up the next morning. She rolled over to turn off the alarm, closed her eyes and went back to sleep for a little while. (�Bout 5minutes) Then a voice was heard, �ello luv! Are you happy t� see me? She opened her eyes to see a young John next to her bed. �HOLY SHIT!� Yoko screamed as she fell out of bed. (John helped her up) �WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE? HERE WITH ME! YOUR DEAD!� �You aren�t happy to see me? I�m greatly offended. Aren�t you offended Paul?� Asked John. At that instant Paul appeared next to John and said �Oh yes I�m quite insulted, I thought she�d be happy to see us especially you but NO all she can do is stare. This is so offending, I�M PAUL MCCARTNEY. THIS IS THE FIRST TIME ANYBODY�S EVER NOT BEEN HAPPY TO SEE ME�PAUL MCCARTNEY.� �Ok damn Paul calm down it�s fuckin ok we get the point.� John commented. Paul stopped in mid-sentence and glared at Yoko. � Well� began John �I really hate to leave you since we came to say �hello�, but we must return to the relm of the sprits. John and Paul left with John hitting Paul upside his head for giving Yoko the finger. About three years later or so �So, do you know when we�re supposed t� go fer Georgie?� Paul asked as him and John played cards on a cloud. �Well are you daft, having memory loss in Yer old age. You�ve been here for three damn years and you don�t even know how things work?! When the big fella says so! Ha loser I won!� John said as he threw his cards down a little too hard and they fell through the cloud falling down into what they decided was Japan. �You cheated� Paul argued. � Awe Paulie come off of it. Yer just a sore loser.� And with that John flew off (yes they can fly anything�s possible our story our rules) singing �you�re a loser, it just wasn�t meant to be, you�re a loser�� with Paul chasing after him.
	�This just in three years after the death of Sir Paul McCartney,Beatle George Harrison, 79, died last night around 11 pm. The former Beatle had been seriously ill over the past few months due to cancer. We will now have a moment of silence for George.� The news caster read with tear filled eyes George had been her favorite one. Now Ringo was the only Beatle left. He sat like before in his recording studio but not taking anything in, he hadn�t seen or spoken to George since Paul�s death. George had been right... the famous order. He knew he was next and half wished it were sooner rather than later. He missed his fellow carefree Beatles, and something in the pit of his stomach to ld him that�s what heaven would be like. It would be fun. They�d joke around and be like nowhere men without a care in the world. �Man John it must have really sucked being up here for all those years knowing it would be a while �fore the rest of us came.� George said as him and his fellow Beatles walked through the hippy-filled garden to God�s office. They entered God�s office. They asked God if Ringo could come to heaven a little early because they knew how much pain he was in already and how much more he would be in if he stayed alive much longer, and the sooner the fab four were together again the better. They waited a few moments for God�s reply. Then God�s answer came �I don�t usually let anyone come to heaven early but seeing how I am such a big Beatles fan I�ll make an exception. You three can go get Mr. Starkey next Friday...July 7th. �Uh man that totally sucks� cried Paul, �to die on yer birthday! Uh!� �So Paul shut up the sooner the fab four are together again the better� John replied grinning.
	2 months after George�s Death Since George had died Ringo�s condition had deteriorated so far he had to be hospitalized. All the doctors were sure he wouldn�t make it through the night. Sadly they were right. Ringo was fading in and out of consciousness. When he heard a voice beside his bed. �C�mon you lazy swine, it�s time t� go.� Ringo Painfully opened one eye and saw a grinning John at his side. A second voice spoke up as Ringo sat up and separated from his body. �We didn�t want you t� go through more pain than you had t� so we came to get you� George said. Then Paul said �Because what you were going through, man they didn�t even know what the �ell it was, was worse than being shot, a heart attack and cancer all shoved together. �Ya� John said, �You were due t� suffer another year but me being as persuasive as I am talked t� the big guy and he agreed to let you come early.� �C�mon Ring we have t� get back now� Paul said. Off they went back to heaven. �I have just received word,� the reporter said, hiding back his tears. �Just two months after the death of George Harrison the fourth and final Beatle Ringo Starr, 82, is dead. The drummer from the sixties group had been in poor health since the death of George Harrison. He passed away this morning about 5:30.� �Do you think we�ll ever be forgotten?� Asked George sitting on a low cloud watching people world wide gather and pay tribute to the Beatles. �I don�t think so, but you never know� shrugged Paul. �I think we will never be forgotten as long as each generation listens to us.� Ringo said quietly. John got this sly grin on his face then said �Hey guys what if we end up being Christ-like figures? �Damn John,� Paul said, "don�t start the whole Christ thing again. I take it you remember what happened last time, and this time John it�s more fragile we are in heaven.� Paul bumped John. John hit Paul upside the head. George picked up a piece of cloud and threw it at John but he ducked so it hit Ringo. Who threw a piece of cloud at John but hit George so a huge cloud fight formed. A young girl in Liverpool walked slowly along a deserted street, as she softly sang a song. She looked up, and to her surprise she saw four very tiny figures jumping and moving around on a cloud. Tears sparkled I her eyes as she smiled at the possibility of it being The Beatles but she dismissed it with a small laugh, and continued singing to herself. Yesterday, all my troubles seemed so far away Now it looks as though they're here to stay Oh, I believe in yesterday Suddenly, I'm not half the man I used to be There's a shadow hanging over me. Oh, I yesterday came suddenly. Why she had to go I don't know she wouldn't say. I said something wrong, now I long for yesterday. Yesterday, love was such an easy game to play. Now I need a place to hide away. Oh, I believe in yesterday�.