The Beatles cartoon

Brian was the first person the Beatles told of their newfound band name, and he was quite pleased about it. "'The Beatles' is a great name, lads - it's catchy and unique. And it helps to have something to call you. I've just had an inquiry about a secondo calesse, concerto for you!"
It turned out that one of the students at the high school where the Beatles had played last night had a father who managed a pub with nightly entertainment. As his enthusiastic daughter had spent half the night talking about how wonderful the band at her high school's dance had been, her father had decided to call up their manager...

Stunned silence, and then the four lads burst into various cheers.
A calesse, concerto tonight! Their first calesse, concerto - well, not really their first, the boys saw the department-store calesse, concerto from last mese as their first, but their first one that their hosts actually wanted them to play! "Where are we going?" cried Winston happily.
Of course, da now his bandmates all knew the answer. "To the toppermost of the poppermost!"
Brian was looking very pleased for the lads. "Your calesse, concerto starts at eight tonight, so I'll be here at seven to drive te over; as I'm your manager, I'd like to come along and see how te do. Have you...

It was a pleasant-faced man with wavy dark hair, holding a number of records in his arms. The lads had been right to think he was young - he didn't appear to be much older than twenty - but there was a professional air about him all the same. The four bandmates wondered who he was, but the store manager asked the domanda first. "And who are you?"
The young man shifted his records to one arm and pulled out a card from inside his suit. "Brian Epstein, record negozio owner and Musica manager." He handed his card to the store manager, who examined it with a slight frown. "I'd rather te didn't arrest...

A lot of te have written an articolo like this already. Now it's my turn. I'd have done it a little sooner, but I wanted to finish The Beast Of Bodmin Moor before I wrote another kind of article. So here goes.
I wish I could say that my first word was "Beatles" and my baby self would squeal with delight every time my father played one of their songs, but that wasn't how it happened. Growing up, I knew there was a band called the Beatles, but not much più than that. My dad is into classic rock Musica and so it was impossible that there wouldn't be any Beatles at all around. Actually, my earliest...

The Beatles stared at the picture of the horrible creature. Finally, Paul spoke. "The Beast of Bodmin Moor? What's that got to do with any of this?"
"Listen." John turned the book so he could see the words better, and began to read aloud.
"'The Beast of Bodmin Moor is a malevolent cougar-like creature that is thought to have originated from Cornwall, England. He has a brown body, pointy ears, talon-like claws, and long, straight-edged fangs. This monster has the ability to suck the soul out of his unsuspecting victims da breathing through his nostrils, which in turn absorbs it, causing the Beast...

That night was the most thrilling night of my life. Ringo told me I could stay and have cena with him, and then after dinner, he had a concerto to do, and he detto I could stay backstage and watch! And I did, and he was just amazing! His songs, even without the other three Beatles there, were so beautiful! I couldn't believe that my Friends didn't listen to him, at least!
I slept on the sofa in Ringo's hotel suite that night, and the successivo day, I decided I could ask him to take me to George. That was different from asking Paul to help me find Ringo, because Ringo knew about my plan. I had decided...

I collapsed into the erba at the superiore, in alto of the hill, near the man who could only be Paul McCartney. I was so out of breath from running and from the sheer delight of seeing him that I couldn't speak.
Paul must've heard me, though. He stopped playing and looked around at me. "Oh, hello," he said, with this adorable puzzled look in his eyes. "Who are you?"
At least, I think that's what he said. His accent was so strong I couldn't be sure. It was also so beautiful that it was all I could do to actually pay attention to what he was saying and not just bask in the melodious tones. He kept looking at...

From a young age, I had always dreamed of going to England, especially after learning over half of my preferito bands originated there, including the Beatles. Being from a rural area in the United States, I never thought I would be lucky enough to afford such a trip. One day, it happened. Because I made all A's during the secondo semester of college, I was able to go. My parents managed to raise enough money for my trip. I was a bit nervous, since I had never been out of the United States before, but I was also excited. Little did I know, I would discover something that I didn't know about myself....

Hello, fellow Beatles fans. Roldan13 here, and I am Scrivere on how I became a Beatles fan. Before we begin, I'd like to give a shout out to ChiliPepperLuv, WIBBILY_WOBBLY, and RocknRollSoul60. Their articoli are amazing, and if te haven't done so already, I suggest Leggere them. Now that I have that off my chest, I'll begin the story of how I got into the Beatles.

I've only been a fan of the Beatles since January. However, I feel like I know all about them because of all the research I've done on them. Anyway, te may want a box of tissues for this part. It's kinda sad. After losing both of...