How It All Began-Epilogue by ~thebeatlegeek94

.....Five years later....
One cold November afternoon, a large limousine pulled up to a building surrounded by press and screaming teenage girls that was scheduled for a press-conference that day. When the car stopped, the one who first walked out of the passenger's seat door was an older looking Brian Epstein with sunglasses covering his eyes as he started for the door of the building where the press-conference was to be held.

Next out of the limo was Paul McCartney. He looked still the way he did back in his high school days, only his dark brown hair wasn't curly like it had been. His baby-face, however, had kept with him through the years, though not as many freckles, and he waited on the other side of the door for another Beatle to step out of the van.

John stepped out next, and he, too, no longer had his Sherley-Temple locks of brown hair. He had matured greatly, facial-wise, and was a bit taller than he was back then. John stood there, staring at the press making funny faces at them every few seconds, (still with that same sense of humor he'd had) and turned to Paul who was just shaking his head laughing.

Then, out came George. He had grown much taller, but still kept the same face and eyes with a piercing stare. His hair had kept its volume, but, likethe others, had lost its curl and was longer. Eyes calm and happy, he looked at John and Paul who looked back with contentment, as he looked back in the limo to help his friend out of his seat.

Finally, Ringo scooted out of the limo, George pulling him out, and shut the door behind him. His height not changing much, he looked up at his friends with happy blue eyes twinkling. His hair, too, had no curl left to it, and was worn a bit longer. His nose was still as large as it had always been, seeing that he hadn't grown into it, and he still had his little white spot in his hair.

The girls hooted and hollered, but then were shooed away by the press.

"Alroi'," The police officer scolded, waving his hands wildly, "You ladies 'ad betteh get along or Oi'll phone all yeh mothas tha' yeh've been taken in!"

Disappointedly, the girls walked away from the scene quietly, and the press walked into the large building to prepare for the conference.

The Beatles stood there by themselves for a moment, when Paul noticed George shivering.

"Brrr...I-it's b-b-bloomin' f-freezin' out 'ere," George complained, hugging himself for warmth.

"W-w-whaddya expect, it's friggin' N-n-novembah," John shivered, rubbing his cold arms rapidly, trying to create a friction to warm them, "Now, whoy ain' we wolkin' in with the press, then? Where it's WAHM?"

"We need a few minutes o' sanity, don' we," Paul shrugged, "Ah mean-once we're in there, we've gotta ansah all these bloody stupid questions from the blinkin' press that we've ansahed ova a THOUSAND toimes! If we don' give ourselves a minet a' two ta gather ouhselves, well, I don' know about alla you-but I'd go completely bonkahs!"

"Agreed," Ringo replied, lighting up a cigarette, "Ah say we jus' go ahead an' take ouh-."

"BOOOOOOOOOYS!"

"...Toime."

"BOYS," Brian called from the door of the building, "Wot the bloody 'ell is takin' yeh so long?! The press's been waiting an eternity!"

"Moh loi' five minets, Eppy," John replied smartly.

"Regahdless," Brian added, "We're VERY behind schedule- we've still got an interview coming up latah, a-and a recohding session in the evening--an' TOMORROW-"

"We get it, Brian," Paul interrupted, "We'll only be two minets."

"ONE."

"Agreed, sir," Paul mutter sarcastically.

"We''l be theh, Brian," George called.

"Ol' fart," John whispered.

"WHAT WAS THAT, MR. LENNON? I DON'T BELIEVE I-"

" ALL AH SAID WAS 'FOINE'!" John yelled back at him, before turning back around and mummbling, "Jesus, Christ! Ol' bastahd's is gonna give me a bloomin' heart murmur, o' somethin'..."

The Beatles headed up the walk way, identical clothing on their backs, when Ringo stopped and let out a loud, muffled, "HEROUSHOO!"

"Bless," Paul turned back.

As George handed Ringo his handkerchief, John looked at him with arms crossed and said, "Ah, Rings, don' tell me- ya caugh' draft again!?"

"Ah can' 'elp Oi've got a shitey ammune system, John," Ringo replied, blowing his nose. He was going to give it back to George when George said, disgustedly, "Uhm...Ringo--"

"Roi'," Ringo remembered and stuffed the handkerchief back in his pocket.

They walked up the large white steps, and into the large room where the press was waiting anxiously with their questions. They sat down in front of a huge crowd and looked at eachother boredly as the press started firing off questions.

"MISTAH LENNON," one reported cried, "OOH, MISTAH LENNON- IS I' TRUE THAT YOU'RE THE SMART-ONE O' THE BEA-"

"OOH-OOH, PAUL," another cried, "LOOK 'ERE! UM--WHY IS IT THA' YOU THINK THE LADIES THINK YOU'RE THE PRETTIEST ONE O-"

"RINGO! RINGO! IS IT TRUE THAT YOU DIDN'T LEARN TO READ 'TIL YOU WERE-"

"GEORGE-WHAT DO YOU CALL YOUR HAIRSTYLE?!"

"ALROI', alroi'," Brian yelled, "Settle down, folks- one a' a toime."

"Yes," Ringo said, reffering to the reporter's question.

"Arthur," George answered with a laugh.

"Indeed, it is so," John replied with a sly grin.

"Guess it's in the eyes, ah s'pose," Paul grinned.

Brian rubbed his temples, and looked out to the reporters.

"You there," he pointed to one raising his hand, "Go on, then. Wot's yeh question?"

"Um--'Beatles'?" He said shyly, "Only 'cos yeh've neveh been asked this befoh--"

"Oo-hoo: a challenge," John interrupted, as the whole room laughed.

"Wot's yeh question, lad," Paul said after the laughter died down.

"Well--I was jus' a bit curious, but...when did all of you act'ially meet? Y' know- when did ya become...The Beatles?"

As the room of reporters started to clamour with commotion, brainstorming all kinds of questions from the reporter's simple one, the boys looked at eachother and scratched their chins. They huddled for a moment, when Paul spoke up.

"Alroi', alroi' everyone," Paul yelled as the reporters hushed, "Getcha pens at th' ready, an' get comf'table, 'cos it's kind'f a long story, eh lads?"

He turned back to the rest of the Beatles who nodded their heads as they began to laugh: thinking back to all their memories of high school-winning the talent show, and everything in between.

"Okay now- ah hope yeh ready! 'Cos now we're gonna tell alla yahs how it all began..."

~FIN~