Hey guys I'm in a mood for a contest

it's not really a contest yknow™ since i won't really pick any winners and stuff like that

Like make a bunch of edits for this story and i'll feature them every chapter !!!! (and maybe a cameo??? idek) !!!! Also I'm lacking inspiration for this story tho haha

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"So," John began, a smirk playing on his lips. "Belle, huh?"

"Will you just drop it?" Ringo hissed. "It was six years ago."

But John didn't drop it. Which was pretty much the most annoying thing that has ever happened to Ringo Starr, and the fact that the two of them had to practice together every weekend and met twice a week made it worse.

"I saw the picture Mo sent to Cyn," After that, he cooed. "You looked utterly adorable."

"Will you hush it?" Ringo huffed, cheeks flushed from embarrasment. John's smirk widened at that.

"Make me, princess."

Ringo choked on his spit. "John—"

"Oi," Paul called out irritably. "Those lines of yours aren't going to get memorized by themselves, Lennon."

John snorted. "Yeah, yeah Mccartney."

"So," Maureen swooped in, her black glittery Ipad in her hands. "I looked up some Egyptian dresses. Personally, I prefer the one on the left,"

"Why are they all so... thin?"

"Because it's hot in Egypt," George explained, surprisingly not stuttering. "And it wasn't like they had cotton so they had to use linen."

Pattie whistled, making the scouse blush.

Maureen chuckled. "Thanks professor."

"Don't tell you went to Egypt as well, George?" Pattie asked, eyes round with wonder.

George bit his lip. "Uh—" He smiled sheepishly. "I-I sorta did."

Jane widened her eyes. "Seriously? Next thing you'll say you went to Africa!"

"Er—"

"Excuse me," Paul butted in, taking a hold of George's bony shoulders. "I need to borrow Georgie here for a while, if you don't mind. He's playing Brutus."

"Oh, um," Pattie's eyes went from George's face to Paul's. "Sure?"

Paul smiled. "Thanks. C'mon Geo, I need some help with the script."

"What about me, Paulie?" Jane whined, pouting.

"Go help Ringo look girly, or something."

Jane rolled her eyes. "Thanks, babe." But nonetheless, she went up and kissed his cheek and went off with Ringo's "gal pals".

"A-Am I really playing Brutus?" George stammered.

"C'mon, Geo," Paul said in a reassuring tone. "You'll be fine– great even, if you come out of that shy shell of yours."

"I-I don't know Paul, you know how I am around new people— I might mess things up and—"

"Well we've got practice to help us with that, right?"

George flushed. "Yeah b-but–"

"Ah, ah, ah," Paul tutted. "No more 'buts', Geo. Listen to me— you're gonna be great! I promise!"

He frowned. "Y-You shouldn't really make unsure p-promises like that, Paulie."

"Oh hush," He smiled. "When have I ever broken a promise? Wait- no- don't answer that, Jane."

The redhead scoffed. "Okay, then. Hey Ringo, have I told you that Cleopatra's cat-eye looks freaking great on your eyes?"

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I'm really sorry if it's so short GAH there's a lot of people involved in theatre and I don't???? Know???? Where????? To put them????? HELP!

Imagine Ringo with eyeliner tho

All the love,,,

- grac3