‘WE WANT BEATLES!!!! WE WANT BEATLES!!!! WE WANT BEATLES!!!!’ the crowd in front of the tank was chanting.

‘I told Ringo that he shouldn’t be hanging off of the side of the tank! But does he listen to me? No, I’m just a bloody stupid McCartney, I don’t know anything.’

‘Paul, shut up,’ said George.

‘Sorry,’ said Paul, climbing up the tank ladder, so that he could get out.

‘Where are y’ going?’ asked John.

‘Well, d’ y’ want to stay in here an’ maybe get killed by suffocation, or go out there and be killed by thousands of screaming girls, the majority of which are damn cute?’ said Paul, turning around so he could talk to John, George, Victor, Leo, and Roy.

‘Y’ got a point, McCartney,’ said John, who grabbed the ladder and followed Paul up.

‘I’ve got nothing else to lose,’ sighed George, following John. Victor, Leo, and Roy looked at each other, shrugged, and followed them up the ladder.

As Paul, John and George emerged from the tank, new waves of screams swept through the crowd.

‘Man, is it hot out here. I’m bored outta me mind,’ said Paul. ‘I wonder…’ he added with a mischievous grin on his face.

‘What?’ asked John, having seen that look before and knowing that it usually meant fun. Because even if he didn’t show it, our little baby-faced Paul was no angel.

‘I wonder how many girls we could get to faint, if we started playing up here,’ Paul suggested.

‘What the hell! Paul, y’ spaz!’ said John. ‘Y’ might get the whole crowd to faint!’

‘Hey, George, Ringo, get a load of this!’ called John. They came over and Paul and John explained their plan.

‘Why the hell not?’ asked Ringo.

‘Here,’ said Roy, popping his head out of the hole leading into the tank, and handing them a record player with wires attached, four microphones, and a tambourine. ‘You might need these.’

‘What is it?’ asked George.

‘It’s your instrumental versions of "She Loves You", "Twist and Shout", "I Saw Her Standing There", and a few others. It’s hooked into the amplifier that Victor, Leo, and I rigged up in the back of the tank. It should be enough to put those girls in a tizzy for a while. Oh, and give Ringo the tambourine, okay?’

‘Why?’ asked Paul.

‘Well, a bunch of people think that he looks cute like that when he’s… Oh, never mind.’

‘Well, what are y’ waiting for, Roy?’ yelled John. ‘Let’s get this thing started!’ John, Paul, George, and Ringo all threw off their tuxedo jackets, and took off their ties. Into the microphone, John yelled ‘Hello, England!’

‘AHHHHH!’ was the immediate response.

‘D’ y’ want to have a good time tonight?’

‘AHHHHH!’

‘I can’t hear you!’

‘AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!’

‘Okay, here we go! Hit it, Roy! Ready?’

‘Yeah!’ screamed Paul into his microphone.

‘Yeah! Yeah!’ screamed George.

‘Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!’ screamed Ringo.

As they launched into "She Loves You", Paul began to feel an energy, a bond that was being formed between them. One that he felt couldn’t be broken. He was sure that everyone up there could. George’s face began to glow with an inside energy, John’s usual whipcord of a voice had something a little extra to it, and Ringo’s bright blue eyes got even brighter. Paul knew then that they were going places. And it was going to be a whole lot farther than they had already gone.