We all ran down the fire escape full of sweat and humidified instruments. We were all panting as we made our way downstairs, into the music filled room. People stopped to stare at us as we walked through the crowd, up to the stage. Without a word, John grabbed a hold of Mick by the collar and with one swift move, punches began to fly.

The crowd cheered as a fight between The Rollings Stones and The Beatles broke out. Beer bottles flying in the air, screaming, instruments, foul language, even fuckin people were thrown in the air! It was a fuckin bloodbath. The punches and kicking coming and going.

We could hear the owner shouting as we all fought. People tried pulling us apart but it was no use. That was until we heard the loud police sirens approaching. This is Rock N Roll.

..

"Fuckin shit man." John groaned as he held his head back, holding a tissue under his nose to stop the bleeding. Olivia being our nurse as we all sat in the jail cell. Since we were the ones that started the fight. We were the ones who had to spend the night in here. It wasn't fuckin fair.

"Come on mate, atleast we taught those wankers not to mess with us." Paul said trying to make the most out of it. John just glared at him.

Richard as wiping the blood off his lip and looking around, pulling out a cigarette. Olivia sat next to me and kissed my cheek.

"I think you all are brave. I mean you all stand up for each other, get into fights to claim what's yours. It's sexy actually." She smiled.

"Thanks love. I just wish the world saw it that way. To them, were just fuckin troublemakers that want to ruin the world." John sighed. He groaned and stood up, limping to the front of the cell.

"Aye! Can I 'ave my one phone call!?" He shouted. An officer came and took him. Paul sighed and leaned his head back against the brick wall.

"Shite. That's what this is. We 'ave NO instruments, NO money, NO fuckin gig, NO more reason to stay 'ere." Paul shook his head. I looked at my hands and yawned.

"Whelp, atleast we have each other." Richard smiled. We all looked at him and nodded.

"Yeah. You're right."

John came back, smiling like an idiot. We all looked at him strangely as he sat down next to Paul. Richard broke the silence.

"What's got you all giddy?"

John shrugged. "Made a call. Get ready lads, were gettin out of 'ere tonight."

"Wha..how the fuck did ye manage that??"

"I called a little bird named Tracy. She stole some money from Mick and looks like were being bailed out." He smiled.

Paul and Rich smiled and thanked John as me and Olivia just sat in silence, not even bothering to speak.

..

As the night progressed, we all walked out of the cell and made our way back to the club we were staying at, to find out our stuff was thrown out. Lit on fire, courtesy of Mick and Keith. Olivia pouted.

"They could have atleast left my stuff alone."

I sighed and held her hand. "It's just stuff. Come on love don't fret. You still got me."

She smiled and pecked my lips. "That's true."

Tracy looked at us with an annoying glance. John didn't even notice as he talked to Paul.

"Alright you lot. Wait out here. Me and Paul need to have a chat with the owner." John said lighting himself a cig. We nodded and waited out back by the van.

"So, I see you two patched things up." Tracy said looking at her nails.

"Yeah we did. I love my Georgie." Olivia said defensively, linking her arm with mine. I just watched as Tracy went on.

"After he had his hands all over me, it sure seemed like he wasn't yours then."

"Yeah well, atleast I'm not an easy whore who just hops from one bed to another to feel wanted. Plus, George has told me everything. Looks like you're the one with a little explaining to do. Don't you think?" Olivia smirked.

"Oooo." Richard said encouraging the heated arguement.

"You bitch! You better watch your back if you know what's good for you."

"Yeah? What what if I dont?"

"I'll kick your ass!"

"Pssh oh yeah I'd love to see you try you fuckin whore!"

Soon, Olivia broke away from me and the two were pulling each others hair and slapping each other. Richard snapped a picture, then decided to help me pull them apart. I had Olivia in my arms as she screamed for me to let her go, as Tracy did the same.

"You fuckin bitch! I'll make your life a living hell!" Tracy yelled as Richard held her back.

Olivia spat at her and laughed sarcastically. "Fuck off! Atleast I don't get pregnant and fuckin lie to the father about it! John deserves to know!"

Richard just looked at us with a shocked and confused look on his face. Tracy laughed and shouted.

"Yeah well, he'll never have to know! You wanna know why!? Because I had a fuckin abortion!"

The sound of the front door slamming shut, made us all jump. We all turned to see John standing with a surprised, hurt, and angry look on his face.

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