I looked around, wide eyed as we entered Paul's, and John's room. It was like a rock n roll musicians paradise. Posters covering the walls, guitars, records, clothes all over the floor, the smell of cigarettes filling the air. It was dim in the room, the black curtains covering the window. A small television set on a table with ashtrays everywhere.

Paul yawned and sat on his bed. I noticed a small sofa against a wall. I assumed John slept there.

"Aye John, I got ye somethin." Richard said handing him a small brown paper bag. John looked inside and smiled.

"Thanks mate. Aye George, come 'ere." John nodded to me. I walked over to him.

"Yeah?"

"Ye ever had a little acid before?"

I shook my head and looked at him confused. "N..no."

"This is goin to be fun." They all smiled and looked at each other.

..

"....Then, when she opened the door. They found a bloody hooker hanging off the car door handle." Paul said slowly.

"Whoa." Richard said smiling. John shook his head.

"It's a hook Paul. Not a fuckin hooker!" He laughed uncontrollably. I joined in, rolling on my side. Paul pouted and leaned over, grabbing his cup full of soda and acid.

"Let's light this fuckin spliff." Richard said staring at the small flame from the lighter. John still laughing as I rubbed the carpet.

My first acid trip. I was tripping hard. Anything and everything I did, made me feel extremely sensitive. In a funny, high way. I felt lighter than air as I sat up.

It's been over two hours of just goofing around and getting high. I had to admit, it was fucking amazing. Although I think our high was beginning to fade, especially when the phone rang. Paul squeeked and hid under a blanked. John answered it.

"Ello, McCartney residence." He said cheerfully. I held back my laughter. He blinked and sat up, his eyes opening up more.

"Seriously?? Fucking hell we'll be there!" He hung up quickly as we all stared at him.

"We got a gig lined up." He smiled.

"Wha??" Richard said cluelessly.

"We 'aven't even got any material!" Paul shouted. John waved for him to quiet down.

"Look we need to shape up. No more fuckin about and jerkin around. We 'ave a gig to get ready for and show those Rolling Stone bastards who the real band in town is. Nothing will stop us!" John said as we all nodded. I really wanted to believe that last part, but all hope faded until I got home to two angry parents.

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