A Hard Day's NightA HARD DAY'S NIGHTBY BELLADONNA DWALECHAPTER ONE: ARRIVAL TO NEW YORK CITY: MID FEBRUARY OF 1964A special thanks to "StarBurst" for helping me with the British English. ---------"Good, now we can finally get off this bloody plane," said John Lennon. He looked out of the window at New York City which was slowly getting larger and larger. He glanced over at Paul McCartney, who was fast asleep in the chair next to him. He grinned mischievously, leaned over to Paul's ear, and yelled, "HEY, MACCA! Wakey! Wakey! The plane's landing."Paul opened a bleary eye, "Sod off, you wanker. Don't wake me up until we've landed." He shifted in his reclined chair under the rough mustard yellow blanket that the stewardess had given him. The lack of sleep was getting to him. He couldn't wait to return to England; the whole tour had been going on far too long."Excuse me, sir," said the American stewardess, batting her long eyelashes at Paul. "I'm afraid I'll have to ask you to pull your chair up sin
Waters of Deathblack waters of deathfill the eggshell basinthe black waters thunder over the sideoff the counter and on the floorcreatinga miniature waterfallof black death in my dormand a small lake on my floor.