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Skywriting -- Apr 28, 1998
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"Well, look at that, she can see us.", Jones laughed. "Yes I can", Luiza said, laughing too. "Where are you goin' to?" "Somewhere...why?". She smiled. "Nothing really. I was just wondering if you could scare some person for me."
Goofy characters. And then they all got hit by streetcars.
But they all got back up again as if nothing happened! "You're damn lucky you were with us, kid," said Jones. "I know!" breathed Luiza, brushing the dirt off her skirt. "Now, what was it you wanted us to do?" John asked eagerly. "Scare someone? Gladly, gladly, daft and madly!"
"Now, John," said Linda softly, "don't you think you're going a bit too far here? I mean, it's one thing to have fun--" "Aw, Lin, y' ain't goin' soft on me now, are ya?" John replied, a spark in his eyes and his wicked grin on his lips.
"Hey, hon," said Janis, leaning down towards the girl. "Don't you got school or something now? You don't wanna hang 'round with us dead cats, now do you?"
"Tá, I got what you meant to say.", Luiza said, glaring at Janis. "I am off. But, in case you are seeking someone to scare, do me a favour - put the principal of my school to hit the road. I am tired of gettin' canned by him.". she said, leaving. John stopped her "What do you mean, canned?". She showed her hands, red as two tomatos. "I've been hearing your records at school, the principal hates your music. If you can really do me a favour, scare him.". And with that , she left, slipping into the crowds of London Town. "Canned.", John hissed.
"This'll be EASY!" snickered Elvis. He ran and jumped through the window and landed on a much-surprised principal's desk. He began wiggling his genitals and flab at the poor man. Jimi felt awfully sorry for him, so he shoved Elvis off the desk and sang a heart-breaking rendition of "She's So Heavy."
Brian Jones sidled up beside the man who had become a whiter shade of pale and began to play with his hair. "Do you like braids? I know I do..." John merely watched the circus before trying his own air guitar. Linda giggled politely.
John looked thoughtful. "You know what would really top this off?" he mused to Linda. "What?" she asked, a tolerant smile on her face. "Chris Farley. He just died and he could scare the snot out of this guy." Linda gasped. "Yeah! I'll be right back." Linda flew out the window and returned with Chris a couple of minutes later.
Brian Epstein looked on with amusement. Who the hell was this fat guy Linda had just brought in through the window? An image suddenly projected into his head. "My name is Matt Foley..." the voice resounded. Brian watched the rest of the sketch someone had ESP'd to him and laughed. The icing on the cake, huh? This'd be perfect. Chris wondered what he should do. He watched everyone just making stuff up and decided he'd just play along. "Hey Linda! Remember when Paul was dead but her really wasn't?" "Yes..." He just grinned. Everyone else groaned.
chris was bombing--in fact all of them were 'cept jimi--so they left. jimi, janis, eppy, and everybody else decided to go home because they were bored, so that just left john and linda, walking the streets of London . . . .
paul woke up. "woah, what a dream!" he said to himself (cause he was the only one there) and looked at the clock. shite! he was late to the studio!! so he quickly dressed and shuffled on down to abbey road . . . . someone was walking beside him. now who could that be? oh, it was ringo!! ((you're welcome, buddy!)) "oh, you late too?" paul asked. "yup," said ringo, "so come on! john's got this song he wants us to hear. something about the day in the life or something like that . . . "
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