The Beatlettes' World
|Okay, this is our introduction.
We have one solid motto which is "To debauchery" - we are friends and solid ones at that. No one will ever separate us.
Mustang: pain the arse, but lovable rogue. Starkey
Staci: flirty, cheeky, faithful and sweet. Macca
Sam: sarky, bitchy, nasty (why is anyone friends with her?) but LOYAL. Lennon
Abbie: Gentle, thoughtful, loving, tender, spiritual, wicked (when needed). Hazza
Kelsey: New to group. Innocent, gentle but also can be conniving. Best friends with all and dating Mustang's "big brother" Dhani who is the fifth man to the group, Therefore she be Astrid,
Ask us anything you want. Believe me, We'll answer.
There were limits, needless to say, to what Harrison would put up with. At the photo shoot for ‘Rolling Stone’ cover story pegged to ‘Cloud Nine,’ the photographer encouraged Harrison to move around a bit. Harrison, who was feeling tired and grumpy, made a few halfhearted efforts to twirl his arms and smile. When the photographer pushed him to do more, Harrison looked at him coolly and simply said, ‘I’m forty-four years old.’ In an effort to get him pumped up, the photographer’s wife said, ‘Don’t you want to be on the cover of “Rolling Stone”?’
That was a mistake. Harrison stopped the shoot, stood completely still and glared. The room was stone silent. All of Harrison’s casual downplaying of the Beatles evaporated, and he was now standing there, unmistakably, as one of the most famous men in the world. ‘Can I possibly tell you how little that means to me?’ Harrison then said, speaking very deliberately. ‘I’ve been on every magazine cover there is. I’ve been all over the world, and met every political and religious leader there is to meet, and none of them impressed me - let alone the world of pop music. The first person who ever impressed me was Ravi Shankar, because he helped show me a way beyond all that.’ “Don’t I want to be on the cover of ‘Rolling Stone’?” I couldn’t care less.’
The shoot wrapped up rather soon after those remarks, and everyone bolted out of that room as fast as they could. As the nearest representative of this magazine, I was moving down the corridor at a pretty brisk pace myself. Then Harrison called my name and came up to walk beside me. He took my arm and said, ‘I hope you weren’t offended by that.’ He broke into a smile. ‘That was for their benefit.’"