Can't Buy Me Love [BRIAN&BEATLES]

[EMMY ELIZABETH SILVIAS]

b l a c k b i r d singing in the dead of n i g h t

Take these BROKEN wings && learn to fly
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Emma never had the best authority figures in her life. Her mother had died giving birth to her, something her father silently placed blame on her for every single breath that she took. Her father well, he just wasn't a good parent. Emma was still determined to think that he was a good man beneath it all. Her manager Mister Johanson... Well.. He was a manager. He didn't really have time for much of anything other than business which is exactly how she was able to sneak away.

Her father had taken ill from far too much booze the night before and had to remain in the little European country town that they had last stopped off at. Her manager, determined to keep things going, promised to keep her in his care. Being the busy man that he was he made plans for the day and evening to go scouting which left Emmy was the opportune moment to escape. Which she did in the very early morning.

Much of the early hours were spent with the little piano prodigy wandering about the city with multiple pieces of paper in her hand. All of which had been given to her by separate members of the band either by word of mouth or physically. All led to the same place. Only Emmy was American and she barely knew directions in the states... England was a different matter. She eventually found the block that the address was located on but made little more progress. What else could she do except go door to door? Knocking and holding up the piece of paper accompanied by an 'Excuse me sir/miss is this _____?' and so on and so forth. With each rejection and odd look she continued on her way, innocent yet serious blue eyes keeping vigil as she continued her journey. It was nearing the later evening hours (just after supper/tea time) when she finally reached the door of interest... Not that she knew that.

Her pale hand lifted and gave a very quiet, almost hard to hear knock. She would have left it at that, being far too nervous to wait even despite how often she had gone through this procedure during the day, but thankfully, or perhaps unthankfully, someone answered.

"What can I do for you?" The manager Brian Espetein answered the door looking quite intimidating in his suit and stern glance that was made harder upon seeing that there was a child at the door. He didn't quite get along with children. Plus he was skeptical as to how this one found its way to their door. Probably soliciting something. "You lost?" Emmy didn't answer. Brian wasn't exactly the most patient of people in this situation. "Can I help you?"He tried again. This was enough to prompt a response from Emmy for her right arm went straight as she held out the multiple pieces of little paper for Brian to take.. Which he did.

Epstein eyed them for a long few moments as his eyes narrowed, though for the moment being he directed the glare at the paper. Rubbing his temple he let out a groan before calling out: "Lennon, McCartney, Harrison!" Oh... Last names. They were in trouble. What the hell were they thinking giving out information like this. Was Ringo Starr the only sane one? Now there was a scary thought. They were all doomed.

Hoping that none of the Beatles had heard his little outburst, he had been on his way out anyhow so why would they be paying attention?, he was careful to step between the door and the little girl blocking her path in an attempt to shut the door behind the both of them. "Listen, this whole mess.. It's a mistake. You best be on your way, hm?" He did his best to give her a softened expression but naturally he struggled.

"But... But... The papers say this is the..." Emmy struggled to get the words out as she pointed weakly toward the little slips that Brian was holding. It wasn't so much that she caught onto the fact that she was being kicked out by this man (she was gullable enough to believe that maybe they didn't live at the flat) but she was more so hurt by the fact that she might have been considered stupid. Another way to add insult to injury was the fact that they may have lied to her... All of them.

"It's not?..." Her voice was meek, barely audible and she hung her head as Brian began to walk toward her managing to 'push her' down the hall without even touching her.

Into the L I G H T of the dark black N I G H T

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] THEY'RE TRYING HARD TO PUT ME IN MY PLACE The Words: 502 The Outfit: Not important The Notes: XD THESE TWO… I SWEAR! Sorry for the end being crappy x__x There were five of them in that cramped London Flat. Four rambunctious Beatle children, and a manager who was barely tolerating the boys when he disappeared around towards the door out. There was laughter in the main sitting room, John cackling madly with his hand raises over the youngest Beatle’s head, holding a guitar pick just out of his reach. George, though slightly irritated by the loss, was laughing hysterically and clawing for the item. He was nearly falling to the floor in hysterics, and kept having to bend forward and clench his stomach to stop from laughing, giving John the upper hand. George laid down his guitar after a bit, and wiped one eye before charging into John with a dramatic battle cry, knocking him back into the couch and tackling him. By this time, both were so drunk on laughter, that neither could get a good grip on the guitar pick. Each boy pulled at one another’s clothing clumsily, and drug at each other’s hands to regain possession. Finally, John tossed it towards one of the other two Beatles, calling out a sharp “Hah!” in victory as he did. But the game didn’t last long… There was a small knock on the door, and chatter from the hall… then after a few seconds, all four names were yelled out. Brian. and not only Brian… but he had used their Last names… they were in trouble now… George’s head darted to where the call had come from, giving the older Beatle enough time to push George over onto the opposite end on the couch to hurry up and run for the door before anyone else could. George landed with a muffled “oof”, down on his back and quickly hurrying to catch up with john. If it was trouble they were in, then John wanted to be the first one to see the damages. Both pushed and shoved as they made their ways there. Muffled “ows” and grunts being omitted the whole way till they just nearly crashed into the closed door. John stopped just short, gripping the door frame to stop himself. But Harrison was not so lucky- he bulldozed into the back of John, smashing him into the door. ”Cor blimey, George! Watch it!”

[/b] he heard a low “sorry”, but was quick to reach and open the door. They sort of collapsed out. Stumbling blindly forward just in time to hear a very young, female ”But… But… The papers say this is the…”

Almost at once, both boy shouted out Emmy’s name happily. Scrambling over each other to peer over Brian’s shoulder. Was he… shooing her away? George was the first to speak up, ”Brian, this is Emmy… she’s a friend!”[/b] a confused, concerned expression crossed his face. Why was Brian not letting her by?

”Can’t you see? Brian’s not gonna let‘er in…”[/b] John cooed, leaning farther against the back of Eppy to get a good look at their visitor. George turned to Brian, brows knit, brown eyes pleading and sad, ”Wh- why not?”[/b]

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[EMMY ELIZABETH SILVIAS]

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Take these BROKEN wings && learn to fly
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The ruckus behind Brian caused him to look over his shoulder at the cause, though really who else could it possibly be? He honestly should have expected it. Emmy's eyes meanwhile shot to the door with a flash. Wide blue orbs spotted George and John with ease, then again how could she possibly miss them propped in the doorway as comically as they were?! Noticably brightening, something rare for her but she simply couldn't help herself with all of the excitement, she took a surprisingly bold step past Brian and toward the door though there was still some distance separating her and the two Beatle men.

"Mister Lennon!" She stated the name loudly, if only to hear herself say it which was a surreal experience in itself. She had uttered his name first because his frame was the first that had appeared in the doorway. "Georgie!" The next little name that surprised even herself was quick to follow as she declared her acknowledgment of the youngest Beatle who she had a fondness for given that he had the best puppy impression for miles around.

"He won't let me in." She announced aloud as though Brian wasn't even there. The manager's hand absent mindedly jutted out in an attempt to stop her. Last thing he wanted was for their powers to combine thus causing quite a predicament for himself. "You do live here don't you? That's what the papers said." She went on to explain, desperate to defend her case even though she didn't need to. Emmy hated very few things in this world, she didn't even hate her abusive father, but she extremely disliked being thought of as stupid even if only by a complete stranger (Brian). Plus she would have absolutely hated it if the Beatles had lied to her about their address. Though George calling her a friend made her momentarily forget any of that as she stood in the hallway filled with a stunned awe. She didn't have any real friends, let alone famous ones. Were they her friends? What did friends do? Yell across at one another in hallways?

"He won't let me in Mister Lennon!" She called out, still shockingly defiant given her usually shy and nervous demeanor. Declaring the obvious in the moment, despite the 'evil' Brian being right there as she tattled on him, was lost on her. Her chin wrinkled as though she were holding certain emotions and thoughts back. "Georgie he won't let me in!" She repeated, this time to the Beatle who was pouting just as she was (if not more so).

"A friend?!" Brian repeated, the surprise purely evident in his eyes. "Harrison, Johnny Boy... She's a bloody crumb!" The manager protested in disbelief as his hand, with ease, slinked around and found Emmy's tiny shoulder holding in her place. He wasn't looking at her, he was focused on the boys, so he missed her body going tense and the sickened/scared look on her face when he touched her.

"This is some sort of joke isn't it? The two of you are sporting with me, right? Please tell me that's the case..." Epstein's voice crossed the lines of accusation, to worry, to begging within seconds. "You blokes need friends your own physical age, not emotional ones." Brian groaned. He couldn't help but roll his eyes again. Were they really this daft?! He deep down hoped that Paul's piece of paper had been a joke. Brian always had much more faith and hope in Macca who seemed to have a similar interest for business as he. Perhaps George and John (most likely John) had forged Paul's submission to this little girl. Please God... Not that Brian believed in a God.

"You're damn right I won't." Brian attempted to shrug John's body off of his. Last thing he needed was to be distracted by that when there were more pressing matters at hand. "She's a bloody child! You can't be friends with a.... For godsakes! Get a bloody puppy instead you two!" The manager sighed, horribly exasperated. He knew that wouldn't have been a good idea. The puppy would be dead in a matter of weeks. At least a kid could speak up if they were hungry.

"They have a puppy." Emmy interjected out of the blue, an odd move for her that was very unexpected. Even more so was her next move as she hopped out from behind Brian so that she could see the two boys again pointing directly at George. "MEOW!" The little blonde cried out before contorting her hands into mock claws, much like she had in EMI studios. Now she was snapping her attention to John pointing at him like she was some sort of conductor for an odd, animal impressions type, band. "And a squirrel!" Hopefully they would play along or else she'd look horribly crazy.

Unfortunately for her, to Brian Epstein, she already did. "Honestly you lot... Out of all of the people that you could invite over you choose this one... This is why you need supervision." He muttered glad that he only had George and John making stupid mistakes like this one. Reaching out he tried to take Emmy by the shoulder once again but she was quick to step out of his reach. Scared yet insistent blue eyes shot at him.

"Don't. I don't like it." She protested in another display of boldness, though not necessarily the good kind. Hopefully that was enough.

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Ringo had gone from feeling awkward and like he didn't fit in into feeling like he'd always been one of the gang in a matter of days. He had George to thank for that; George and his little pep talk outside of the studio the other day. The drummer hadn't taken the youngest Beatle's advice to rough Paul and John up but he had decided to start acting like he'd known the other three lads his whole life. And there was no better sign of them accepting him than the fact that they always included him in their rough housing now.

He watched with amusement as John teased George with the guitar pick. Upon first joining the band and being an observer of all of their childish antics, Ringo had wondered how they ever got any work down. But he had quickly learned that when they were in the studio they could act just as professionally as any other band, while still having the opportunity to retain their immaturity every now and then. However, as soon as they got back home to the flat, there was nothing standing in their way, except a disgruntled manager that they hardly ever paid any heed to, of fooling around.

When John glanced in his direction, obviously hoping to relieve himself of the guitar pick, Ringo shouted out, "Over 'ere!" He frantically waved his hands above his head and was somehow able to successfully make the catch. But all good tiding seemed to vanish as there was a knock on the door and Brian went over to investigate. Ringo could barely make out what was being said but Brian's shout of their last names (well, all but the drummer's last name, that is) was as clear as could be. What had Paul, John, and George done and why hadn't he been invited? Hang on, from Brian's tone, maybe it was a good thing he hadn't been a part of whatever was clearly upsetting the manager to no end.

He watched as John and George made a mad dash for the door. Yeah, let them take care of their own mess. Ringo didn't want to be a part of it. He was still very much trying to be the teacher's pet when it came to keeping Brian happy, even if it meant a lot of teasing from the three other lads. Ringo was going to stay right where he was. Yes. He didn't want to get involved in their sticky mess.

Oh, who was he kidding? Curiosity got the best of the drummer; he needed to know what was going on. Abandoning his comfortable position on the couch, he made his way over to the door, with slightly less of a mad dash than John and George. He didn't know what he expected to see...maybe a group of overly eager to please ladies but Ringo could say that he was definitely not expecting to see a little girl standing there. Ringo loved children and honestly couldn't see why Brian was making such a fuss about this.

Ringo shoved his way past John and George and made it out into the hallway, never mind the fact that Brian probably wanted to sock him one in the face for doing so. She was just a harmless kid who apparently already knew three-fourths of the Beatles. "'ello!" he said, looking down at Emmy and giving her the non-creepy type of smile that all adults reserved solely for young children. "I'm Ringo, and you are?" Little did the drummer know that he was standing in front of his biggest fan.

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[EMMY ELIZABETH SILVIAS]

b l a c k b i r d singing in the dead of n i g h t

Take these BROKEN wings && learn to fly
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"You don't like it? Don't like what?" Brian looked down at the little girl with a confused blink. Confusion wasn't exactly an emotion that he liked showing off, so he rarely did, but her response about 'not liking being touched' had been completely lost on him. That was until he caught the expressions that John and George were sporting at the door which eventually coaxed his eyes down onto the little thing. Kids were always fussing to hold hands, or to be picked up, or to wrestle or WHATEVER they spent their time doing. Contact came with the territory (so Brian had read). What kind of freak was this one that the rule didn't apply? Leave it to the boys to find the one odd needle in the haystack. They could be a bloody pile together!

"Are my hands untidy or something?" Brian directed his attention had gone from somewhat expertly shooing the child out the door to demanding an explanation. Epstein prided himself on his appearance, he could be downright anal (for lack of a better word) about it, so when Emmy acted in such a way he instantly thought it had been solely a reference to him as a person. And he was quite confident, as he often was, that he had the cleanest, most magical hands in all of Londy and then some! "I don't care if you mind it one ounce you still have to scadaddle." The manager kicked himself back into gear with the task at hand. Much to the dismay of the boys.

Emmy could feel her chest tense up as Brian reached out for her again to which she now took two steps back. "Don't." She protested again in a shakey voice. If the manager had wished he could have easily shooed her down the hallway and out the door just by coming out at her with his hand raised. That would be enough to spook her into submission though right now it was only making her ill and just downright upset. She had reached out to George because he had been kind to her first, he had gained her trust (somewhat anyways). She was yet to learn anything about this Brian fellow.

"But they said I could!" She finally exploded, pointing dramatically at the doorway where two heads still lurked. Her voice cracked, she just couldn't help it. "Both of them... Mister Lennon gave me his tie see? And Paul said-" Her words were cut short as the emergence of another figure caused her to go still like a deer in headlights. And here came the car in the form of none other than Ringo Starr.

Emmy just stood there dumbly as the drummer managed to bump past the other two Beatles and made his way out into the hall. Meanwhile Brian was counting this as the hour that he officially lost number three of the Beatles. His only saving grace left being Paul. Emma could only watch the newest member of the band walk right toward her, the factor of distance and closeness couldn't even process now that she was seeing the man live and in the same room as her! Most girls would go gaga over John and Paul. Some with George being the youngest but Emmy... Emmy, she liked Ringo. She downright adored him even with knowing as limited as she did about him. He just always looked to be having so much fun. And he was smaller than the others. Two things Emmy could cling onto.

And his greeting she could only stare up at him with the widest of eyes. She just stared up at him for what was probably too long of an amount of time. Swallowing she then looked to the boys at the door, then back to Ringo. Repeating this several times she then looked to George with an excited smile. "You found him for me!" She called out excitedly with the biggest of smiles on her face: A rarity indeed. "You said you would and you did!" She cried out in amazement before looking right back to Ringo breathlessly. Once again she was speaking like the other person wasn't already in the room... Right in front of her actually.

"You're my favorite." She announced unashamed. Her lips parted as though she was holding his breath for his response. This action was misleading however because she was quick to add, with a certain detachment: "I'm Emmy and I'm going to marry you some day." Ah, the mind of a child. And this particular comment actually caused a litle smile to pull at the corner of Brian's lips.

"Ringo?... You prefer Ringo?" He repeated horribly amused by it. All of the girls in the world seemed to favor everyone else, in fact a great number of audience members seemed resistant to Starr but this little thing liked him best. Perhaps there was hope yet! Didn't mean that Brian had to like her one bit though.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] THEY'RE TRYING HARD TO PUT ME IN MY PLACE The Words: 769 The Outfit: Don't matter The Notes: awww D: ;n; John eyed both Ringo and Paul as he struggled to keep the pick from George. But Ringo was the first to speak up, he cackled again and chucked the plastic item to the older Beatle. Though, as always, their games were interrupted. Both were at the door and staring angrily at Brian before anyone knew it. Emmy’s happy reply was enough to cause both boys to smile brightly. ”’ullo, Emmy!”

[/b] he almost giggled at the nick name. Usually only the boys were permitted that kind of a fond name, but with Emmy, he didn’t mind at all. John simply grinned daftly at the title “mister” it was official enough to have him beaming like a king.

But a frown was immediate at her next exclamation. Of course, to every good thing they found, there was always someone there to put them down. Brian held her back, and John hissed ”She’s jus’a li’le girl, Brian! She wont hurt anythin’. We promise not t’touch yer doll collection any…”[/b] he tease bitterly, George nudged past John towards Brian. ”But- she isn’t, Brian… she’s a good kid, Can’t we ‘ave-”[/b] but John was stepping forward. Words quick to stop George. ”Naaaawh… c’mon Bri…! Jus’ let the girl in! I’ll be good fera whole week, with promises!”[/b] he clasped his hands together and batted his lashes, giving Brian the most sugary sweet smile he could. ”Swear not t’draw on Paulie’s face… honest…”[/b] he felt like a child begging his mummy to let a friend come over. Promising away all bad deeds. He’d be sorry for everything he had ever done if it meant Emmy wouldn’t have to go back to that Hotel for at least a little while longer. He would at least try to behave for Brian.

George couldn’t fight back. Just couldn’t bring the words to his mouth the call Brian out on his wrongs. He kept quiet, brown eyes falling sadly to the floor as he chewed his bottom lip. He felt like a coward… but Brian was their manager, right? He couldn’t go against his word. But as it seemed, John had other ideas…

”If this is a’joke t’you, then play along, will ya?”[/b] little did Brian know Paul’s doings were his own. No help from the notorious signature foraging wizard known as John Winston Lennon. He actually hadn’t needed help this time…

Emmy spoke up about them already having a puppy, and George snickered from behind. Growling right back at Emmy and holding in the laugh that would have ruined his act. He appeared next to Brian, growling even louder, as though a puppy trying to get it’s master’s attention. In this case, it was George trying to convince Brian to change his mind. John made his squirrel face and lifted his hands to his head as mock squirrel ears. But both sets of Beatle eyes caught Brian’s move to push Emmy away. Almost as one voice, both shot out a lewd ”DON’T-“[/i]

George’s boarders on talking against Brian’s word broke when Emmy reached out to him. He quickly jumped on the chance to reach back; nearly handing over Brian’s locking shoulder. But the skinny boy couldn’t budge past him. Right when all hope seemed lost, a voice came from behind John and George. Ringo. George sighed in relief when he was able to slip his smaller self between Brian and the wall to greet Emmy. And George wore the largest smile he ever had. He had kept the promise, and that made her happy. What more could he have asked for? George found himself extending his arm out to nudge Ringo over to the little blonde girl. John stood back, arms crossed, staring with a small half smile of amusement.

John could grow to like this Ringo kid, he was sure.

But both of the other Beatles found themselves falling back to hang over each other as they broke into laughing hysterically. John found himself nearly holding George up as they busted out laughing, tears nearly falling from their eyes. When John and George were finally able to recollect themselves enough to breathe, both had their arms slung around the other’s shoulder for support. But both snorted and snickered, threatening to fall back into another laughing fit.

”Course she does! Ringo’s fab!”[/b] George grunted as the air was knocked out of him from a playful blow from John who had already started laughing again. ”Two conditions-”[/b] he wiped a tear from one hazel eye, ”I’m best man, nd’ Ringo’s the bride.”[/b] and George was quick to return the hit at that comment, removing his arm from around him and elbowing John in the ribs.

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The way she was staring at him almost made Ringo feel like he had forgotten something vitally important--like he had forgotten to put on his clothes or something. And her first words addressed to George had him even more puzzled. "I wasn't aware I was lost in the first place," he said, looking between the two of them, as if they held some deep dark secret and were keeping him out of the loop. And the whole him for me bit was a bit disconcerting, even though Ringo knew that children often thought that everything belonged to them.

He was her favorite?! Did he hear that correctly? The drummer did know that he had his own fans out there but the last thing he thought was that one of them would somehow magically land on their doorstep. Ringo was going to offer her some kind of thanks for that statement but, before he could open his mouth, she went on with something that was even more of a surprise. Yes, she definitely believed the world was hers for the taking. As far as Ringo saw it, he had two options: play along with her hopes and dreams or tell her that he was happily taken and she should look at men her own age.

Well, what was the harm of choosing the former? It's not like Maureen was here to chastise him for it. He wanted nothing more than to be able to ignore John and George's snide comments in the background but it was impossible. He shot them a warning glare because, along with feeling like they owned everything, children often took things the wrong way. God forbid if Emmy believed that John was being serious serious. Ringo didn't want to have to call Maureen tonight and tell her that he was planning a wedding--just not their wedding. "It's nice to meet you, Emmy, but you're gonna have to wait awhile before any marriage proposal from me."

He knew he would never stop hearing it from John and George for that sentence but he couldn't hurt the kid's feelings. Ringo didn't have a mean bone in his body. And now that he had said that he couldn't lean Brian be the victor today. He turned towards the manager. How he hated creating waves but he had no choice right now. Emmy just wanted to visit some friends. What was so wrong about that?

"Come on, Eppy," he said, "Let 'er in. There's four of us and only one of you. We'll go out on strike or somethin' if you try to control every little aspect of our lives." He was ready to get scolded for that but he wasn't going to back down. What's the worst that Brian could do to him? Surely the others wouldn't let Brian kick him out of the band. After all, the others were the ones who were already friends with Emmy; they'd have to support Ringo for sticking up for her, right?

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[EMMY ELIZABETH SILVIAS]

b l a c k b i r d singing in the dead of n i g h t

Take these BROKEN wings && learn to fly
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At George's giggle Emmy felt her whole body go warm, something she wasn't used to, and also found herself letting out a very short laugh though the smile remained. Poking her head boldly out from behind the much larger manager she gave the guitarist an excited wave, practically bouncing in place. "Hi Georgie!" Yes, there was a little girl still in there somewhere and with George basically being a little boy it was only natural for it to poke out now and then. And of course she didn't want to be rude having greeted George a second time, so: "Hi Mister Lennon!" Another equally excited wave. Brian could only groan and roll his eyes.

"As much as I appreciate the sentiment about my doll collection, which I don't have by the way, I don't think it's wise for you to encourage the thing Johnny." Brian lectured. He didn't even give Emma the dignity and respect of a whisper but in his eyes she was a little girl. What the hell did she know? His eyes then shot toward George when he dared to speak up like a disapproving father lulling over his son. "Not you too. George?" He knew there was probably still room to guilt the boy and damnit he would attempt it.

"This isn't a joke John." Brian said seriously as he stepped toward the Beatle briefly leaving Emma behind. "What the hell do you expect to do with her, hm? What if the rags get ahold of this, then what?" He knew that John, and perhaps Paul, would understand what he meant by that comment. The tabloids would love a story like this to drag down the hottest band in town. Surely John, though rebelious, had to understand this! Damnit where was McCartney?! He could talk some sense into all of them!

Brian, now being teamed up on with awful animal impressions, he looked as though he might vomit right there. Smacking his hand to his forehead with a loud 'thwap' he then proceeded to drag his round fingers through his hair. If there was a God he would have requested him to smite him right there in the hallway. Anything to end this. So he reached out for the girl again only to hear two very angry voices behind him. They had actually surprised him and blinking filled with confusion he turned to look at them.

"Honestly you two... It's just a kid." He retorted, still recovering from the fact that both of them had eyes that looked ready to kill. "You too George?" The manager sighed, still in utter disbelief. Were they all turning on him? And over this? No, he couldn't allow this to happen because what would be the next escalation? Certainly nothing good. "After the theatre and everything?..." Yes, Brian could have been a Jewish mum in another life with the way that he was laying on the guilt. Emmy meanwhile was completely sucked into the world that surrounded Ringo Starr.

"No! No! Not lost!" At Ringo's words Emma spun around, completely focused on him despite the fact that there was so much going on that would make any child have difficulty. "I told Georgie you were my favorite and he said he could have us meet. He did! He promised!" Her head momentarily snapped around to look over at George, practically bouncing in her dark blue dress and John Lennon's tie. "Tell him Georgie! Tell him!" Feeling as antsy as she did she couldn't wait for a response and quickly turned back to poor, dear Ritchie. "He did." She concluded simply. Hopefully her words would be enough.

Now George had managed to come to her own plane and Emmy smiled warmly up at him. But the peace was short for him and John were soon laughing uproariously at something. Emma, not knowing that it had been what she had said, just stared at them dumbly as they laughed. After a few moments she shook her head, ridding herself of the thought though they were now near tears, and looked back at Ritchie.

When Ringo said she would have to wait, unlike other children her age, Emma was unphased and of course took his explanation far more seriously than she should have. "That's alright. I'm very patient." Jesus, it was as though he had told the girl yes a thousand times yes right on the spot. Emma knew nothing of Maureen or any of the other ladies constantly beimng circulated through the boys' lives. All she knew was the music and the young men in front of her: Heck she was still getting to know them. So how would she have known that her heart was being set up to be broken later down the line? Of course Ringo probably didn't foreshadow that either.

"It's nice to meet you too Mister Ringo." Even now they all had their names. Georgie, Mister Lennon, Mister Ringo, and Paul (being the only one to get his first name at the moment). Sure eventually George would be 'Georgie Porgie', John would be 'Johnny' or perhaps 'John John', Ringo might soon be just that, while Paul might turn into 'Paulie' (or perhaps mum if he was having a good day) but for now everyone had titles just to be on the safe side and because she had always been raised (or lack thereof) to be polite. "I really like the way you play the drums. I showed Georgie.. I wish I could play the piano like you play the drums." But deep down Emma knew that she never could. She would never smile playing the keys and she would certainly never be allowed to bobble her head. It was just a dream. Some things were too far gone.

Brian's eyes narrowed at Ringo who was trying to encourage the utter breakdown of everything. Now he had lost the new guy too. His allies list was growing shorter and shorter. "No. I won't. I'm about to leave and I'm certainly not leaving you all alone with it." He dismissed shortly before looking back to Emma. Damnit where was Paul? Brian was sure that they would be on the same side about this... If only he knew...

Reaching out he moved for Emma again.

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[/b]He added pushing passed Brian to see who was causing all the commotion. ”Naaaawh… c’mon Bri…! Jus’ let the girl in! I’ll be good fera whole week, with promises!” ”Swear not t’draw on Paulie’s face… honest…” John begged, Paul ignored the last part snorting as if to say “ya right!”

After successfully pushing passed Brian he peered around Ringo only to find a little blonde girl staring at the drummer in awe. “There’s my lil’ piano prodigy!” [/b]he said beaming down at Emmy. Was she wearing John’s tie? Paul smiled even more to hide the laughter that almost escaped from him mouth. That must have been a sight, a little girl walking down the street in a dress and a men’s tie. But she had found the place, that’s all that mattered. He was concerned that either she would get lost or her dad would intervene. Luckily their plan was working perfectly, now if they could just get her passed Epstein. Like the rest of the boys he was willing to do anything to get Emmy away from her hectic life and abusive father for just a few hours so they could show her how to have some fun like normal kids did.

No one expected Ringo to speak up about this; he had nothing to do with it. So Ringo was her favorite, she hadn’t mentioned anything about a favorite before. It was odd because most fans would’ve gushed that ______ was their favorite and the Beatles drummer wasn’t usually the one named. Emmy must have gotten to him with her admiration and compliments. "Come on, Eppy," he said, "Let 'er in. There's four of us and only one of you. We'll go out on strike or somethin' if you try to control every little aspect of our lives." Paul was just as surprised as everyone else, but it made him like Ringo a lot more. He was brave, standing up to their manager for a girl he had only just met. Paul patted Ringo on the back and gave him a nod of approval.

Now it was his turn, surely Eppy would give in if all four of them defended Emmy, especially if it was Paul.“Look Brian,” [/b]Paul said turning to face the man he was addressing, ”we invited ‘er here, she’s our guest not yours ‘n she can do whatever she wants. Riche’s right you can control everythin, you’re jus' our manager not our nanny.” He stated firmly. “Now go do whatevah ya were gonin ta do and let’er in. What do ya think were gonna do with’er, we’re not perverts or anything. Now go play with ya dollies, I think John might’ve flushed one better go see….”,if that wasn’t enough for Brian, than Paul was ready to get nasty. He didn’t want Emmy to see any of them blow up but, if he had to he would.
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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] THEY'RE TRYING HARD TO PUT ME IN MY PLACE The Words: 1050 more than I needed The Outfit: Not important The Notes: awww D: ;n; John gave a little wave and laughed at the blue Kaleidoscope tie hanging around Emmy’s neck- the tie he had given her at the park. How sweet was that? Not… that John would have ever said that out loud. Not in front of his mates. George couldn’t do much more than smile like a fool at Emmy’s discovery of Ringo. Because, somewhere in a distant conversation, he had apparently become lost… He nodded enthusiastically and folded his arms to his chest to watch. It made him happier than anything to see her in such a delightful mood. No one would have known this was the same girl who cowards so often at the slightest of things. With the boys, she seemed to come out of her shell. Not entirely, but with the fear he’d seen before from her, it was a huge break through. Both of them were just settling down from their huge laughter fit, when Ringo announced that he wouldn’t be marrying anytime soon. John had known about Ringo’s girlfriend, Maureen through a conversation some time back. So all of this was rather amusing. But John wouldn’t let it go so fast. ”Nawwh, I was lookin’ forward t’cake n wine!”

[/b] but George was silently thankful that Ringo had semi gone with it. The last thing in earth he wanted was foir Emmy to be upset at anything. It was too good an occasion for any sadness. Well… except in the matters of their Manager.

”Brian… I appreciate the theater nd’ all. It’s jus’… she deserves some time away…”[/b] he had to come up with something- and fast. ”Her dad- he’s on holiday…!”[/b] oh George… you’re a terrible liar.

John rolled his eyes and spoke a low “ooh boy.” but George didn’t hear. He was far too busy trying on his persuasion skills (that needed serious work) and enjoying Emmy and Ringo. ”She uh… wanted t’meet ya’… so I invited ‘er over. We all did, it looks…”[/b] he offered Ringo a sluggish smile, eyes suddenly darting to an appearing figure. Paul!

John, too, drew his attention to the final Beatle. Paul sounded just as happy to see the little girl as the rest of them. John smiling silently… it was curious to see Paul so happy about something like a child. He liked that Paul could be caring. Quickly, John snapped back to reality- chuckling when he caught Paul’s comment about the drawing. What Paul didn’t know John did while he was asleep wouldn’t kill him…

Ringo’s boldness had him with a sharp “Hah!” towards Brian. Glad he wasn’t the only one, and rather shocked that Ringo would be so bold. He quite liked that. ”I’m with them.”[/b] John muttered smugly, as though he had taught Paul and Ringo everything they knew. (smug bastard)

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As George tried to lie his way through Brian's demands Emma found her little face turning to look at the youngest Beatle with a raised brow. Emma was young and sheltered, to say the least, so the concept of lying alluded her (other than about her father which was really just keeping a secret). "No he's not. He's at a hotel." She pointed out rather blankly in an attempt to correct George Harrison who was so obviously confused. Brian meanwhile shot a narrowed expression at the guitarist.

"Great. So lets add kidnapping onto the list of charges we'll be racking up tonight shall we?" Brian let out a heavy sigh and rolled his eyes. Just his luck. Always his luck with these four. And it seemed that George had not yet given up on his attempt to sugar coat the situation. Well, actually Harrison was trying to lie his way through it but was failing dismally. "Are you quite through Harrison?"

In hearing the last Beatle's voice Emma's head snapped around again to be met with the vision of Paul. "Paul!" She cried out using his first name which was rare for her, especially so early on in meeting someone. It usually took the eight year old a while to warm up to anyone. But the fact that Paul had said 'my' which hinted that she was wanted by somebody had rid her of any insecurities for the moment being. How could you worry about anything when you were in the company of such fine, loving gentlemen?

"I found the place all by myself!" Emma bragged the smile was now impossible to wipe off her face. She had met him in the concert hall and had taken quite a liking to him. He was kind, reassuring, talented, and a very nice man. She rather liked him. He certainly made her feel safe that was for sure. He had this older, more mature, presence about him.

"You too Paul?" Brian frowned actually hurt as his last hope for resistance was lost. So even Paul had been swayed. All was lost. It was hopeless and Brian absolutely loathed that. "Fine. But I don't have to like it." The manager gave in but he couldn't leave it at that. "But I won't be here to encourage it. I'll give you a few hours. Then we're sending her right back to where you blokes found her, got it?" It may have been in the form of a question but this was not up for debate. By the end of the day, or evening, Emmy would be returning right back to her hotel. And proud that he had at least given one last stand off, he turned and walked down the hallway.

Emma watched him leave, careful to step away when the man came to close. "Is that an Eppy?" She asked turning back to face the boys with a frown. "Does he really have dolls?" She was actually intested in the answer. Emma didn't own any toys of her own, let alone any dolls, so if this Eppy fellow had one that certainly was the world being unfair. If he had a huge supply that was the world being plain cruel.

"Can we really do whatever we want?" If the answer was yes and nothing more, Emma would be at a loss. Rarely in her life had she ever had the opportunity to do whatever she pleased. She wouldn't know where to start!

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[/b] the youngest guitarist said in a low, shameful voice. Kidnapping? Surely it wasn’t that bad? But then again… he did have a point. Brian’s question had him nodding solemnly at the ground. John stepping forward to peer at the dismayed Beatle’s face with worry. John was usually the cause of most of the mayhem they got into, but when one of them was upset, it always hurt John as well. He hated when they were sad.

”She’ll be right back on the shelf before y’get home- oh, Emmy you mean?”[/b] John snickered, ”Yeah, we’ll get’er back safely.”[/b]

He knew how much they had offended their manager with inviting Emmy over and going against his wishes. The least he could do was keep her out of his hair for the time she visited. But he was sure this wouldn’t be the last. Not if he could help it. All four watched the manager storm off, before each turned back to Emmy. ”Yep- that’s an Eppy al’ight. Best stay out of his way as much as possible. He’ll be out fer’a while I’m sure.”[/b] John turned his gaze to Paul- rather amused. ”I dunno, let’s go see…”[/b] A malevolent grin crossed his lips. Do whatever they want? He didn’t see what was stopping them, now. But again he was looking at Paul, as though begging permission to run rampant.

After a bit, he pushed past a few of them back into the hotel room. George reached out to take Emmy’s hand, guiding her in with a warm smile. ”What’dda y’want t’do, Emma?”[/b]


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So it was George who had told Emmy that he would let her meet the drummers some day. George had been to do most of the work in making Ringo feel welcome, and it seemed he was going to continue on that trend for as long as he needed to. At least there was someone out there who liked the way he played the drums. Sometimes having one big fan was better than having a bunch of lesser ones. "How 'bout this, Emmy, I can teach you how to play the drums and you can teach me how to play the piano?" Never mind that he was making these plans with Brian still standing there. Ringo loved kids. Maybe it stemmed from his life as an only child. He had always wanted a sibling and acting like an older brother now to a kid was the only way he could experience that.

Ringo let the smallest of frowns cross his face as Brian turned him down. Ringo knew that he probably shouldn't be the one to press the matter, being the newbie and all, but he was going to do just that. However, before he could, he felt a pat on his back. He looked over his shoulder to see Paul, who clearly approved of the drummer's words. Ringo's frown quickly turned into a smile. "You tell 'im. He'll listen to you." Let the bona fide leader of the group take care of their stubborn manager.

As he let Paul take care of Brian, Ringo took a few steps back to be out of the direct line of fire that he thought might come from their manager for all of their disobedience. But it never happened. It turned out that all they needed were Paul's words of wisdom and Brian was agreeing to letting Emmy stay, albeit for only a few hours but a few hours was better than no time at all.

And just like that Brian was gone, and they were free to let their imaginations run wild for the next few hours. They acted like children when they weren't any children around; Ringo could only imagine what was going to happen now that there was an actual child around. As Emmy asked if they really could do whatever they wanted to, Ringo's eyes, like John's, moved over to Paul. Ringo may have been Emmy's favorite but he was the only one here who didn't know of Emmy's existence until a few minutes ago so he didn't think it was up to him to decide what to do.

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Emma found it quite difficult to exchange her glances between the four Beatle boys, mainly because there was so much going on. They were quick with that banter and even faster fwapping each other on various parts of the body at such a rapid pace that Emma could barely keep up! She even struggled to process much of the conversation because, like most little kids tended to get, she was so easily distracted. And how could you not when you saw a good ratio out of the four Beatles acting like children? Not that Emmy would have any clue as she was probably the most terrible example of what a child should be anyhow.

"No hitting!" She found herself exclaiming loudly when John fwapped her George right on the head. Due to her own situation at 'home', if you could even call it that, Emma loathed hitting of any sort. Usually when she saw someone do so she became frightened but these men were so welcoming and kind that it was difficult to be terrified at times, even so early on. So while she wasn't running away to hide she certainly wasn't thrilled by their actions either. Her hands found their way to her hips, an action which would have better fit a mother or Brian Epstein, she gave a little glare toward John being incredibly protective of George whom, in her mind, couldn't defend himself.

"Me?" At Ringo's offer she turned around. Her blue eyes wide yet thrilled. "Alright! I will teach you and then you will teach me to play like you!" She could barely contain her thrill and beamed at Ringo before looking to George to express her happiness. Finally she looked at Paul practically radiating with happiness that she had never felt before and for some reason she chose to confide in the leader, well, one of them. When he leaned down to her level she actually didn't take a step back or move away. Though she didn't move toward him either she just seemed so endeared by him. It was a step in the right direction either way.

Though George's hand was offered Emma did not take it. Instead she studied his hand for a split second or two before looking at him shyly. Her cheeks turned a light shade of red for some unexplained reason before she hesitantly followed the Beatles inside their flat. Though they had welcomed her warmly and wouldn't have any problem with her being side technically she had not been invited inside in much the way that Emma often needed to be told things: Blunt and to the point. Really all four gentlemen somehow fell short because they hadn't thought to say: 'Come on in. We won't get mad.' Of course this was not their fault. Not many people needed a welcome such as that.

Tilting her head upward in such a fashion that it was a miracle that she didn't topple backwards, she took in their flat. "It's so... Pretty..." She gaped softly, probably even unaware that she had said the words aloud. Of course Emma's choice of words had not been eloquent or even the best phrasing to describe a home but 'pretty' was always a word that Emmy fancied with describing things (just not herself... ever). Paul's voice? Pretty. The piano? Pretty. Their flat? Pretty. Simple enough concept and in her opinion VERY true.

So they could play anything that she wanted? Oh geeze.. The very idea of just having a choice was overwhelming let alone having to think of the choices herself. It was such a simple task yet Emma's mind was making it so complicated that it was damn near impossible. It was so difficult for her that the building frustration and tension was beginning to grow evident on her features as her bottom lip trembled and her eyes looked around helplessly at a loss for what to do.

She struggled to form words. She wanted to explain to them that it was too much for her. That she didn't know the first thing about what they wanted her to do. But something kept her from saying it originally. Possibly the fear of them laughing at her or even calling her stupid (which of course was silly). She looked like she was about ready to puke then and there as desperate eyes sought out some hero.. But even here there were too many to pick from. Another decision that she couldn't make. Eventually she settled on strong, confident John. He probably made a ton of decisions daily.

"I... I.. I don't know what to pick." She confided to him quietly though of course all four men would be able to hear it. In desperation not to cause them all to fall into silence and then maybe judge her she hesitantly walked right up to John, her little right hand shakily reaching out toward him (as though he were on fire), and incredibly awkwardly placing a had on his lower stomach (being the only place she could really reach). But why?!

"Tag. You're it." Yes ladies and gents. That was why. Though while the object was to run away Emma foolishly stood there right in front of John, looking up at him blankly. Inside she was frightened. Clearly she did not understand the game and had only done it out of nerves. She had once spotted a group of kids running about yelling the phrase outside her hotel on the way to a practice session and at the moment, when the pressure was on, it was all she could think to do no matter how incorrect it was.

"Do I win?" Clearly she had not grasped the concept.

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