Strange Magic: A Beatles' Story
By Depplvr12
Ugh, I hate working at this music store! Nothing good ever happens here. So there I am, sitting at the cash register. What a fascinating life I have, right? I am checking out the new Shadows album that just came in and a strange man walked in. "Welcome to Hot Tunes, the place with the hottest songs on the market. They are burning up the charts. Woo-hoo." I tell the man in a monotone without looking up.
"Well, you sure know how to be nice to a customer." The man replied.
"Shove off, ok man? I just want to go home." I said looking up. I stared into the deep blue eyes of the man in front of me. I couldn't believe who he was. Honestly, I am not a huge fan of them. They were just a band with 4 singers, they didn't change the world. And all these girls are falling all over them. But even then, when one of them appears in front of me, I am not amazed. "My God, you are one pretty bird." He said looking at me.
"Thanks. I am Audrey. And you are?" I honestly had never seen them before; I didn't know what they looked like.
"You don't know who I am?" He asked with disbelief.
"Are you offended that I don't know ever stranger that walks in off the street?" I asked him confused.
"Well, not every stranger but I thought you would have recognized me." He said scratching his head.
"Sorry. I don't recognize you." I said going back to the album.
"My name is Richard Starkey." He said, thinking that would help.
"That's a cool last name. I think I may have heard it before. Oh, yeah! Now I know. A Beatle has that name, but you couldn't possibly be him."
Richard looked annoyed. "Why not?"
"He is a singer. Your nose is too big, you probably sound nasal."
"Oh, yeah?" He said holding his hand over his nose.
"Yeah." I said, and then at random Richard burst into song:
In the time,
When I was born
Lived a man
Who sailed to sea
And he told us
Of his life
In the land of submarines
So we sailed onto the sun
Till we found a sea of green
And we live beneath the waves
In our yellow submarine
We all live in a yellow submarine yellow submarine a yellow submarine (3x)
And our friends are all aboard
Many more of them live next door
And the band begins to play
We all live in a yellow submarine yellow submarine a yellow submarine (3x)
As we live a life of ease (Life of ease)
Every one of us (Every one of us)
Has all we need (All we need)
Sky of blue (sky of blue)
And sea of green (sea of green)
In our yellow (in our yellow)
Submarine (Submarine YAHAH!)
We all live in a yellow submarine yellow submarine a yellow submarine (3x)
I stared at him with my mouth open. "I am sorry I didn't believe you." I said looking embarrassed.
"It really hurt. I don't know how you will ever make it up to me." He said looking away. I could tell he was kidding, but he is making me curious.
"How will I ever make it up to the most infamous Richard Starkey, member of the Beatles?" I called in an exaggerated tone to the heavens.
"One, you can start calling me Ringo, Richard Starkey sounds too formal. And two, you have to let me take you hostage. You are now my prisoner, love. Consider yourself under my wing. You have to come with me, and meet the rest of the band. You like the Beatles, right?" He asked me becoming very serious.
"In response to your first demand, I will call you 'Ringo' if that's what you want. In response to your second, I will go with you and not scream or refuse in anyway." I replied, purposely avoiding his last question.
"You didn't answer my question. I asked you if you liked the Beatles." Ringo said taking my hand and pulling me out from behind the counter. He released it and stared at me waiting for an answer.
"Well, I like your music, the lyrics I mean. But as for the sound, you are little too 'bubblegum pop' for me." I said sheepishly.
"Bubble gum pop? How so?" Ringo asked looking confused.
"I mean, like. 'She Loves You' is a great song. I like the lyrics and all, but it's a little too juvenile for me." I told him as we walked to the front door.
"I thought so too. You got a problem with the song talk to John. He wrote it." Ringo said to me. I stared at him blankly. "Cor, you don't know who John is? You really aren't a Beatles fan. I find that strange, a little offending, yet oddly intriguing." Ringo said stopping in front of the door. His eyes widened. He looked down at his clothes and he swore under his breath, "Crap."
"What is it?" I asked looking alarmed.
"I forgot to put on my disguise. If we go out there we will be mobbed by insane fans. You have a back entrance, yes? We will go through there. Hold on to my hand, love!" I grabbed his hand and we ran through the back door and jumped into the black car. We were headed off to the studio!
When we finally were settled in the car, I was gasping for breath. "Is it always like this?" I asked him.
"Pretty much. It's like we never get peace." He said grabbing his chest. We looked out the window and we saw a million screaming fans chase the car.
"Wow. Don't you ever get sick of it? I mean, having to run for your lives?" I asked him.
"Yes, it gets tiring. I am sick of having to wear a friggin' trench coat and mustache whenever I leave my house. Here in Liverpool we are more popular than ever!" He said. "Oh look, here is the studio. Brian is waiting for us. I think he's queer but he got our songs on the top 10 list in America."