TheAbbeyRoadie

"...and these veterans agreed with me that the city never has witnessed the excitement stirred by these youngsters from Liverpool who call themselves the Beatles. Now tonight, you're gonna twice be entertained by them, right now and again in the second half of our show. Ladies and gentlemen... ...THE BEATLES!" The screeching and screaming of hundreds of teenage girls pierced the still hospital air through the television speakers. Lauren's heart stopped. This was one of the greatest moments in history occurring before her very eyes. Right then and there. She wanted to scream. She wanted to get up and dance. It was a maelstrom of wild and c

There was a long...long...pause. Maria was probably going on about how  fab  her little picnic was with her groupies. I didn't even know this girl--didn't even know what she looked like--but she already nauseated me. "Oh, that sounds like it was fun, eh?" I heard John respond rather dryly. Another pause. I decided to tiptoe out of the room and slowly peer through the door to where John was on the telephone. "Yeah, wish I was there." He didn't sound rather enthusiastic. His face even showed a complete lack of interest of whatever she was rambling about on the other end. Suddenly, his expression changed from indifferent to shock. No...that

Before touching ground, Tyroc shot his wings out and flapped them to slow down. He then landed gently on a small flower patch. My face was still hidden in the back of Tyroc's slender, feathery neck. "We're here, kiddo! Ya got here safe and--" Tyroc started, but then he glanced back at me, noticing that I hadn't budged yet. He shook his head then angled his tail towards the ground. My little nubs lost grip and I slid down Tyroc's back; I didn't realize how big he actually was until I counted the Mississippis it took to hit ground. "Oof!" I uttered in a squeak. "Did you fall asleep or something back there?" Tyroc joked. I looked back at him

"That will be $19.62, ma'am," the cashier replied from under his mustache in a low Southern drawl. I dug through my wallet and fished out a twenty dollar bill. Placing it in the man's large pink hand, I picked up the two stuffed bags of groceries. He waved his hand over the register and the change drawer shot open, but I stopped him with a brief "Keep the change", his hand halfway into the dimes compartment. Walking out of the market, I made my way across the parking lot to a waiting Cadillac. For all I knew, Eppy was going to kill me if he found out I was running errands so late in the evening, particularly in the South with all that had be