GEORGE

"Yeah, yeah, yeah!" I sang as we finished the song. More cheers erupted from the crowd. "Can these birds get any louder?" I thought to myself.

"Alright, Georgie! Start us off!" John shouted to me, and I nodded. I looked over to Ringo, and he followed the nod. I turned to Paul, but he wasn't looking at me.

His face was ghostly pale, and he was drenched in sweat. He was breathing heavily, his mouth hanging open, and his eyes were glazed over.

"Paul!" I yelled to him. He looked at me, as if waking from a dream.

"Yeah?" He yelled back.He was in horrible shape, and I was getting worried.

"Alright?" I asked. He sucked in a shaky breath, and nodded, wiping the sweat from his forehead.

"Yeah, okay," he said, his voice wobbly. 

I gave a slow nod, and started the song, still eyeing Paul warily.  

PAUL  

Waves. Waves everywhere. Red, yellow, blue.  I breathed, in, out. Something thumped in my head, and I vaguely remembered that we were on stage, and that one of us played the drums. 

What was I playing? I looked down at the thing in my hands. Red, yellow, blue. 

I looked back up. I tried to focus. Focus. 

Dots. Dots all over the place. I blinked. Each dot let out a shrill noise, a shriek. Millions of shrieks.

Back to my instrument. What do I play now? Wasn't it the F chord? Or the C? 

Suddenly, it slipped away. The instrument turned to liquid, dripping down my hands and into the floor, which also melted away. The dots pooled into one big river, the current pulling me along. I tried to gulp for air, but the river dragged me down, down, down, and the world turned to black.  

JOHN  

Something didn't sound right. The chords were off. I could hear it, even through the screams of the birds. I looked to George, who stared back, showing the same look of confusion I was, yet still playing. 

He looked past me, and his eyes widened. His mouth agape, he stopped plucking at his guitar. I glared at him. You can't stop a show, no matter what, and he knew that. But George ignored me. He took off his guitar and near threw it on the ground, and ran across the stage.

I followed him with my angry gaze. Then I watched as Paul fell in upon himself, suddenly losing all shape, a crumpled figure on the stage.