It's Been A Hard Day's Night [COMPLETE]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,458,true][atrb= background, i1222.photobucket.com/albums/dd490/missbluejayway/beat/TMIDDLE-1.png] George was the sort of lad to be polite and quiet when in the presence of people he was meeting for the first time. He wasn’t shy like everyone always came to the conclusion of. Far from it! George Harold Harrison simply knew when to speak, and when to shut up. He spoke when he wanted, and didn’t when it wasn’t needed. How simpler could it have been? It even came to frustrate him, reading all those articles about him. Eighty percent of it, George could right away pick out bits of information and correct them. He knew his mates well enough to call it all rubbish. It shamed him to know this kind of rotten information was being given to their fans. Misconceived lies being fed to that nation. Disgusting. Why couldn’t they just see him for… well Him! Did he have to open his gob every minute of every interview in order to get them to notice him? But he couldn’t help was laugh at himself for that. There wasn’t much he really could do. George was taken aback when that little Emma seemed to cower at his disapproving sigh. If only she knew it was aimed towards her. But instead the man she called “father”. Her eyes were troubled, so he flipped a switch on his attitude as quickly as possible and smiled again. A long hand touched her shoulder lightly. ”Now that ain’t your fault, Emmy.” George didn’t quite think he needed to say much more about her father at this point. She was too young to need him verbally complaining about the matter. He hid his frustration with a smile. ”An Eppy? He’s much a cross between an over –protective mother, and some’un who’s just ruined their favorite coat and is goin’ ‘round bickin’ to any’un who’ll listen…”

[/color] he paused, laughing and crossing his arms. ”He’s our manager.”[/color]

Her excited voice made him laugh happily back, nodding in agreement ”Nawr- anytime at all. Promise not t’be mad at ya’.”[/color] her hopeful eyes were bright and simply full of bliss. Which was something George took great pride in. He had made her this happy… it felt good… ”Ringo’ll be there, you bet. We’ll all be there, I’m pretty certain. With you- yesums.”[/color] he moved towards the door and winked.

POST: Done - TAG: Emmy ! - NOTES: Eeee! ;u;

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[BRIAN SAMUEL EPSTEIN]

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And in case you were wondering Harrison... I don't approve.