Hi Guys!
I started this new story a while ago and yet haven't finished it. I felt really bad about being behind on postings so I decided to give you guys a new meal to munch on while I'm away. I'll post a chapter whenever I feel like I'm depriving my readers. I really hope you all enjoy this one even though it's a mess. I enjoy reading it over and usually I hate reading my work over.
Enjoy!
It started with a phone call from my second cousin on my dad's side. It had been forever since we talked but he had a great idea for a movie and I had just graduated from photography university. I guess when you're famous and you don't want to spend your own money, you use the people you know. I just couldn't believe he remembered that I loved filming and taking pictures.
I remember him. I would watch him from afar during family parties because I was too shy to interrupt his piano playing. He was older anyway and wouldn't enjoy me getting in his way. He showed me later to follow my dreams when I heard about his band that had made it big in America. We weren't extremely close then but we weren't distant either. My mother had told me to contact him and that was that. We were closer.
We sent letters back and forth; I would receive pictures of his band mates that no one would ever see and he would describe his week to me in great detail. I would return the letters with photos of my own of different things around town. He said I was a brilliant photographer. After about two years, the letters stopped and we never talked again.
Two years later and he called. He called for me, to help him.
That's how I got on a plane from Ireland to England. It didn't seem like a long ride but I slept either way. I pulled out my sketch pad from my knapsack then lit a ciggie. I had been introduced to pot while in university but had figured that it's probably frowned upon on the plane.
As soon as I pulled my charcoal out, the stewardess came by and instructed we were landing. Putting out my cigarette, and my paper pad, I prepared myself for the adventure of a lifetime.
Day 1
"Fay!" my head shot up from watching the steps of the plane to see my cousin, dressed in a fluorescent vest, running towards me with one of my old friends from an internship trailing behind him.
"P-Paul?" he threw his arms around me, crushing my camera against my chest and making me drop my bags. "Jane? Is that you?" my cousin took his arms back and looked at the red headed girl with the flowers around her neck.
"Hullo, Fay! I'm so glad to see you, it's been forever!" her arms came around my body too in a more gentle manner.
"It has! I'm really excited to be a part of this production!" my irish accent stuck out amongst the Liverpudlians, "Thank you, Paulie"
"Oh! It wasn't my idea! Jane was the one who thought of it!" my smile disappeared, realizing that my cousin wasn't the one who had acknowledged my existence. "We were talking one night and I didn't even realize you two knew each other! I mean, you're a brilliant photographer, cuz!" Paul patted my shoulder then picked up my bags. I followed him down the plane track and watched him throw them aside on the grass.
"Paul! I have expensive stuff in there!" I stomped my foot on the pavement and he looked at my temper tantrum with oblivious eyes.
"Come on, Fay, I'll show ya around" I nodded my head and Jane took my hand. She showed me the bus, the cars, the people in the bus, most extras, and the tents on the field where we would be staying.
"Why aren't we staying in a hotel?" Jane stopped in an open spot and placed a folded tent down on the ground.
"There isn't one close enough, besides," Jane got closer to me and whispered, "We can do whatever we want out here! So that means the boys and us can smoke as much pot as we want" my eyes went wide, I didn't think Jane as the type, but I believed it. "But of course, I'm not staying everyday like you are"
"Wait, what?" I did a double take and Jane laughed. She pulled me by the waist and started walking toward the bus again.
"I'm sorry, Fay, I'm only staying tonight and tomorrow. Then me, Cyn, Patti, and Mo are leaving. We don't stay around for the filming" we came closer to the bus, a great crowd was growing.
"Why not?" Jane's face twisted and she waved her hand in front of us.
"Sometimes the guys get a little crazy and we don't wanna be around to distract them" I nodded my head in understanding. "Come on, I'll introduce ya to the stars of the film!"
Many people were filing into the large and colorful bus but a small group of people were huddled together near the door. Jane pulled me along behind her to the group of people. She stopped next to Paul who put his arm around her then poked me. I was starting to feel like a third wheel to my cousin. "Mates, I'd like to introduce me cuz, Fay."
"Oh, so this is the cousin that you were sending letters to all those years ago!" one of them with a silly feathered hat said. I recognized him from the pictures I used to get as John Lennon. His round glasses stood stationary on his pointed nose. Even though he never wore glasses, I could still recognize him. He had his arm around a beautiful blonde girl that was much smaller than him but looked somewhat older.
"So now we have two Macca's on set, then?" I turned to the one who had spoken. He looked different from when he used to. His hair was longer, he had facial hair, and he looked older and wiser. Sunglasses hid his eyes from the world while a large blue suit hid his skinny body. He didn't have an arm around the woman next to him. I recognized her as Pattie Boyd, the model. "We won't be able to tell them apart!" George Harrison, as I recognized him as, laughed at his joke along with John. I looked to my cousin and he looked back, we look nothing alike!
"Shouldn't we be getting to filming?" the last and most calm of them said. He had large round sunglasses on that looked much like John's glasses but in sunglasses form. I always stared at the photos of him that Paul sent to me. He was their drummer and the last to join the group. His suit made him look slim, he always was after all yet his mustache made him look older despite the absence of wrinkles on his face. The woman next to him looked happy to be there. Ringo Starr smiled, catching me staring without my lense to hide it.
"You're not even in the first scene, Rings!" Paul exclaimed.
"How do you know? There is no script!" When I asked my dear cousin for the script, he sent me piece of paper with a circle on it. He actually spent the money to send it.
"Well, how about we put Fay in charge, she is the camera woman after all!" everyone's eyes were on me. What do I do? What do I say? A band that made it big in America was waiting for my instructions on a movie that had no plot, no script, no purpose! Just a band and a crowd of people in a coach bus.
"Lets start with a few practice shots" I pointed to the mobiles around us; a mini cooper, the bus, some bikes, "We can start with a race of some sort to draw the audience in and show them that the actors, you four, aren't afraid of a little danger" everyone stared at me.
"Paulie . . . I didn't know she was a Mick" I crossed my arms and looked at John because he wasn't listening to me.
"Does that matter anyway?" I asked him calmly and he smiled in return.
"Alright, mates, we better do what the lady says" John crossed his arms and went to the mini cooper with George trailing behind him. While I walked back to my bags to get my new camera, Ringo climbed onto the large coach bus to drive. Paul instructed everyone on the bus to exit, then climbed aboard one of the many bikes.
I lifted the camera onto my shoulders and stood in front of the everyone in the front. John and George stuck their heads out from within the car and Ringo watched me from the bus. All around me people stared, waiting for me to instruct them as their new leader. Paul rode his bike forward so he was in front of the camera.
"You gotta tell them what to do" so Fay McCartney mustered up her courage and told the cast what her idea was. Before too long, people were running and jumping around me, a mini cooper swung by, a few bikes flew away seemingly over my head. It was magnificent watching everyone execute my crazy idea. I was so caught up that I barely noticed Ringo driving the large bus towards me. If I had not run, I would have been squashed like a bug.
Ignoring my near death experience, I continued to film the crew running around like crazy people. I watched through the camera as Ringo's large bus crossed the line and came in first place in the made up race. I walked forward and zoomed in on his excited face as he walked off of the coach bus. George and John stepped out of the mini cooper and started yelling at their drummer about cheating. I turned my camera off and joined the group of Beatles.
"You cheated!" George yelled at him.
"I didn't cheat! I started driving later than you!" Ringo crossed his arms and stuck his tongue out at the two other Beatles.
"But it wasn't fair because you had the bus!" John whined. I watched the three of them fight like children when Paul came over and joined me.
"Does it matter?" Paul chimed in while getting off of his bike.
"It should!" John took his hat off and scratched the top of his head. "Anyways, I'm tired. I'm going to my tent" I crossed my arms, we only shot one scene, how could he already be tired?
"Yeah, same here" George threw his arms up and yawned while I watched with disapproving eyes. I felt a sudden tug on my pencil dress.
"Excuse me, miss?" I turned around to see a small child looking up at me.
"Yes?" I kneeled down to look at the child straight on.
"Me and my brother are rather hungry, is there any food?" I stood back up and looked at my cousin for assistance. He looked back at me then pointed to the airport building.
"The canteen inside has some food set up for the cast and crew" he answered the little boy in front of me.
"Did someone say food?" George chimed in, "I could go for some food!" a strange gurgling sound came from next to me.
"Yeah, I'm a bit hungry" John touched his gurgling tummy and walked away with George.
"I could go for some grub" Paul said running after his friends. The little boy ran after Paul, feeling the need to play with my cousin. I started walking behind them too but was stopped by the last Beatle, who I hadn't realized wanted to talk to me.
"Fay, right?"
"Yeah," his cheeks went red and he scratched his head.
"I'm really sorry for almost running you over. I was really into the whole racing thing" I smiled at how embarrassed he was.
"That's quite alright! It probably looks really-" before I could finish, I was interrupted by the dark haired girl that was standing by Ringo earlier.
"Richy!" she ran over from the tents, her white dress flowing behind her and her large breasts bouncing. The drummer watched her with interested eyes.
"Oh, hello, love" he put his arm around her and kissed her lips softly. I could only imagine how soft his are. . . "did you meet Fay?"
"Hello," she put her arms quickly around me to be friendly. "Richy, I came over to tell you I'm leaving"
"Oh, its already five?" she nodded her head and he put his arms around her waist with a frown. "Do you have to go?"
"Yes, me mum is waiting for me. I told her I'd be there at nine" he pouted and rested his head on her shoulder. I felt awkward and forgotten so I walked away from the couple.
Inside the canteen, I found Paul feeding Jane at a table with George, John, and John's wife. I sat down next to John and across from Jane with a plate full of food. "Mmm, I like a girl who can eat" John said from next to me.
"Excuse me? Isn't that your wife sitting next to you?" Cynthia, as I learned her name to be leaned forward.
"Don't worry, Fay. I'm used to it" she shrugged her shoulders and took a large bite of her food.
"True love here between Cyn and me" John said as he put his arm around her. She nuzzled into his chest and he took this moment to pounce on her. Pounce on her meaning that his mouth began to eat her's.
"This is normal" Jane shrugged at me then turned to Paul "Stop eating all of the food!"
"I'm sorry, love, I'm hungry!" he responded with a whine in his voice, a McCartney thing.
"George, where did your wife go?" I leaned over the table so he would catch my voice. It was like school lunch all over again.
"Oh, she left before we started filming. She had to be somewhere else" the large jacket on his shoulders shrugged making it look like they were his own shoulders. I continued to eat my food then felt someone sit down next to me. I began to blush.
"Hello, again" the low voice spoke as if from the kind angels above that I dreamed of as a child. When I looked at him, his smile got larger and his cheeks went red.
"Hello, Ringo" I spooned up my food and tried as hard as I could to not make a fool of myself. I also didn't want to stare too long at him because of the fear that he would realize the little crush I have on him.
"Now that I'm sitting here with you, I'd like to ask you some questions" my eyes went wide and the other Beatles watched with interested looks.
"Questions?" I raised an eyebrow but I was genuinely scared of what he would ask. I've heard stories on how dirty these four boys could be and I wasn't ready to go into what I did while at university.
"Was Paul a whiny child? I mean, he's pretty whiny now! He must've been a big whiner!" I giggled at his ramble and looked at Paul.
"I don't whine!" he whined and Jane laughed at him.
"He was a pretty big whiner!" I smiled while looking at my cousin, who pouted.
"Any funny stories?" Ringo brought my attention back to him. He has a way of doing that. Even in pictures or what I've seen on the telly.
"Well" I drew out the word while thinking, "there was one time he came up to me mum and whined, 'why is all the candy gone, auntie? That's the only reason why I come to this 'house!'" Everyone but Paul began to laugh at my imitation of him.
"That's not funny! Your mum always had candy in her house!" I crossed my arms and cocked my head at him.
"None that she gave me!"
"Well, maybe she just liked me better!" I leaned back in the chair and looked at the floor.
"Everyone liked you better" he pursed his lips after my mumble but went back to eating.
"Well this just got awkward" John stated out of the blue. I had slightly forgotten the others were there. The rhythm guitarist turned away from Paul and my spat to speak with his wife when the door of the canteen opened. Victor Spinelli, an actor in the movie and in the past two Beatles' films walked in, dressed in his army officer costume. He must have been reciting lines because none of it made sense. It didn't sound like it was even the same language.
"What's the meaning of that?" I asked Paul.
"It's for a scene I thought of for the film" Paul answered while rubbing Jane's back. "Don't worry about it."
"I thought you didn't have any ideas for the film" Paul gave me an annoyed look.
"No. I said there's no plot for the film. I have plenty of ideas in my head!" He tapped his forehead and Jane laughed.
"Oh, you mean in that big head of yours?" His smile disappeared.
"Whatever." I continued to eat my food while looking around at the cast. I felt like it was my decision as to what happened in this film because my cousin seemed to not have any preference as to the film's future. He felt that as long as the Beatles were in it, people would want to watch it. They are the biggest band in the world so he may be right. It did seem a little bit cocky though. By the time I was done eating, the band and their wives had left the canteen so I left also.
When I walked outside, I saw Ringo walking around in a circle alone. He kept taking out and putting his cigarette back into his mouth in a nervous manner. His presence made me a little nervous. I had been watching him for my whole life along with Paul but had never gotten the chance to really meet him. It was strange how I didn't feel the slightest nervous around my cousin, who was as famous as Ringo. I needed to confront him and face my fear. This was the only time I could.
So did you guys like it? Please give me feedback! Let me know what you did/didn't like about it because I'm really nervous about how this came out. This is my least favorite chapter so even though some things are bad in this, you might just enjoy the rest of this story . . . So stay tuned. ;)