A/N: First off, I'd like to thank Quarrygirl for the kind reveiw! Don't worry, Ringo will come in soon enough! I hope you all liked the first chapter and I am excited to post more! But for now, Enjoy chapter 2!

Chapter 2:

The Christmas Rock.

After yet another snowball fight in the local park were the group had piled up, The four decided to head to George's to warm up. The boys had to practice for an upcoming gig so it seemed like a good idea.

As they walked back, Standing shoulder to should and nearly taking up the whole side walk, John brought up the most talked about topic of the year, Lonnie Donegan. As the boys started to get into a debat about which song of his was better, Victoria just walked quietly. She was completly absorbed in her thoughts that she almost didn't relize she was walking into the street as a car was speeding down the road. Only did she relize this when Paul grabed her arm and pulled her out of the street.

"Are you crazy?" Paul asked, Looking at his friend in concern.

"Yhea, Just not paying any attention." Victoria responded.

"I'll say, You almost killed you self!" John spoke up and Victoria smiled.

"You've got your hands full." She joked. She understood all of this, She had done this severel times in her life, Always to bee pulled away just in the time by non-other then one of her friends.

"Well we don't need this to happen again, So your staying in between us." George said, walking to her side. To Victoria's suprise, He took her hand in his.

"Your freezing. We need to get home." George said with a smile, And with that they crossed the street.

"Paul... Im telling you Lost John is WAY better then Rock Island Line." John said, Still arguing with Paul about the best Lonnie Donegan song. The two were only a few steps in front of Victoria and George. Both decided to listen in on the debat.

"You only like that song because it has your name in it." Paul counterd. John glared at with a look of defeat.

"No, I really really like it! I mean, It's cool that it has my name in it and all, because that just makes it better, But i like it for the song to!" John tried to lie. All paul did was just look at him with 'Oh-Give-Me-A-Break.' look and John looked at the ground.

"Soooo... I take that as a win for Rock Island Line?" Victoria asked, Trying not to laught. But Paul nor George tried to hide their laughter. John just looked at Paul with annoyance.

"I'll win one of these days, Then will see who's the one laughting." John though.

The rest of the walk was just normal talking like music, Elvis, and Band gigs. Soon enought the four were walking up the drive way towards George's house.


"I'm gonna write a little letter,
Gonna mail it to my local DJ.
Yeah an' it's a jumpin' little record
I want my jockey to play.
Roll Over Beethoven, I gotta hear it again today.

You know, my temperature's risin'
The jukebox's blowin' a fuse.
My heart's beatin' rhythm
And my soul keeps a-singin' the blues.
Roll Over Beethoven and tell Tschaikowsky the news.

I got the rockin' pneumonia,
I need a shot of rhythm and blues.
I caught the rollin' arthiritis
Sittin' down at a rhythm review.
Roll Over Beethoven they're rockin' in two by two."

Victoria sat in wounder. She had only dreamed that she could play and sing the way her friends did.

"Well, if you feelin' like it
Go get your lover, then reel and rock it.
Roll it over and move on up just
A trifle further and reel and rock with it,
Roll it over,
Roll Over Beethoven, dig these rhythm and blues.

Well, early in the mornin' I'm a-givin' you a warnin'
Don't you step on my blue suede shoes.
Hey diddle diddle, I am playin' my fiddle,
Ain't got nothin' to lose.
Roll Over Beethoven and tell Tschaikowsky the news."

It was amazing how well they played together, It was like being at a concert. Victoria hoped that one day the boys would become famous, Although she though the main drummer might have to be changed. (A/N: Quarrygirl, This might be you favorite part :D)

"You know she wiggles like a glow worm,
Dance like a spinnin' top.
She got a crazy partner,
Ya oughta see 'em reel and rock.
Long as she got a dime the music wont never stop.

Roll Over Beethoven,
Roll Over Beethoven,
Roll Over Beethoven,
Roll Over Beethoven,
Roll Over Beethoven, dig these rhythm and blues."

Victoria stood up from the couch and clapped. She smiled as the boys bowed, They could be so silly some times.

"So, What do you think?" Paul asked.

"You were awesome! Your really great! Your sure to rock the house at the gig!" Victoria praised.

"That's only half the show." John said, Looking at Victoria with a wide smile.

"Well, Don't keep me waiting!" Victoria said,waiting anxiously for the next song. The boys waisted no time responding to the request. Only the next song was by Little Richard, Instead of Chuck Berry.

"Good golly miss Molly, sure like to ball,
Good golly miss Molly, sure like to ball,
A-When you're rockin' and a rollin', can't hear your mama call.

From the early early mornin' to the early early night,
When I caught miss Molly rockin' at the house of blue lights,
Good golly miss Molly, sure like to ball,
A-When you're rockin' and a rollin', can't hear your mama call.

Mama, papa told me 'Son, you better watch your step',
If'n your Papa's Mama had to watch my Papa's step ,
Good golly miss Molly, sure like to ball,
A-When you're rockin' and a rollin', can't hear your mama call.


Good golly miss Molly, sure like to ball,
Good golly miss Molly, sure like to ball,
A-When you're rockin' and a rollin', can't hear your mama call.

Goin' to the corner gonna buy a diamond ring,
When she hugs me and kiss me make me ting-a-ling-a-ling
Good golly miss Molly, sure like to ball,
A-When you're rockin' and a rollin', can't hear your mama call."

"YHEA!" Victoria cheered.

"Thank you, Thank you very much." John said using his Elvis immpersanation.

Victoria smiled at her friends. She was a good singer and guaitrist but she thought she would never be as good as her freinds. On the other hand, It was them who taught her to play. Her smile grew at the rememberiance of the night they had played at a school event together in the 7th grade, Then it hit her. It was the same night of the accident, And her smiled fadded. The mood of the room seemed to change with Victoria's feelings.

"Guys... I... I think im gonna head home for tonight." Victoria said as she looked at her feet.

"Are you sure? It's pretty bad out there. Do you wanna stay hear?" George asked.

"Im good... Thanks for having me over, But I have to run." And with that Victoria left without another word. The boys looked at each other.

"We have to do something... I hate to see her like this every year." Paul said.

"So do I, But what are we going to do? We have tried to talk to her but she always switchs the subject." George responded.

"Well, This time is going to be diffrent. Im not going to let her be all depressed, Especially during the holidays." John said, Looking at his friends seriously.

"Well, Do you have a plan?" George asked. He mentally laughted to himself, He sounded as if he was in an old spy movie.

"I do. We are going to have to talk her at some point. But we shouldn't be to blunt about it, Give her some more time and then we talk to her about it." John said.

"Well, What if shes in a bad mode and dosn't wanna talk about it?" Paul asked, Putting his Base guaitr in it's case.

"Then we have to put her in a good mood." John said, Sounding a little Matter-O-Factly.

"How?" George inquierd, Putting his own guaitr on it's stand.

"Well, She always seems to be in a good mood when we sing or play music. And she like it when we joke around." John said.

"I think it might be a good idea if one of us talks to her at a time. You know, Like, One-on-One." Paul added.

"Who should talk to her first?" John asked, For ounce not knowing the anwser. He and Paul slowly turned there heads until they were looking at George.

"What?" George said.

"Then it's setteled... Tommorow, We are going to make it a personal mission, We have to cheer Victoria up... in 1 week." John said.

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