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The Paperback Writer
Tomorrow Never Knows


Tomorrow Never Knows
Tomorrow Never Knows-Chapter 1
Tomorrow Never Knows-Chapter 2
Tomorrow Never Knows-Chapter 3
Tomorrow Never Knows-Chapter 4
Tomorrow Never Knows-Chapter 5
Tomorrow Never Knows-Chapter 6
Smiling Outside, Inside Blue
An Untitled Fan Fiction-Chapter 1
An Untitled Fan Fiction-Chapter 2
An Untitled Fan Fic-Chapter 3
An Untitled Fan Fic-Chapter 4
30 November, 2001
Feelin' Blue

The Prologue and short background

This is the first fan fiction story that I've ever wrote, so bear with me. As is obvious, it's about the Beatles. So sit back, enjoy, and let me know what you think! Oh yeah! Some of the dialogue is purposely spelt the way it is, so as to make it SOUND like an accent. :)



June 25, 2001

Finally, I was done with school for the summer. The Regents were finished, and the graduation had gone wonderfully. Now for two months of freedom, or in my case, boredom. This was to be my last summer as a high school student, because next summer I would be leaving for college.
As a reward for doing well in school, and managing not to kill my younger brother, nor the children that my mother took care of for that matter, my parents helped me buy my much-coveted bass, and an acoustic/electric one was what I chose. It had long since been a dream of mine to learn to play guitar, and I had decided to learn bass. This was because of the fact that it had fewer strings then acoustic and electric guitars, which made it easier for my small hands to fit around.
Early in the summer preceding my Junior year, I became greatly interested in the Beatles, and this interest only grew. Although I had grown up listening to the Beatles and other classic rock from that era, I had never really appreciated them. The release of '1' in the fall of 2000 piqued my curiosity, and from there it went.
Much like my counterparts from the original Beatlemania days, I dreamed of meeting John, Paul, George and Ringo. Being the contrary soul that I am, Ringo quickly became my favorite. I admired him for his sense of humour, sincerity, and sweetness. When I learned that he would be touring that summer, I set my heart to go. Although I knew my chances of meeting Ringo were slim and none, I still wanted to get as close to him as I could. If only I had known what would happen that summer, I wouldn't have cared about that summer.