I am so sorry for not updating for like months. Between school, homework, and me just being lazy I haven't had the time of day to update. I also have gotten death threats for not updating, true story. Any way I hope you enjoy this chapter.
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It's been a week since Morgan left for the United States. I was lying on my bed staring at the ceiling. It has been a living hell since she left. No one talks to me except for Paul McCartney. But, he only talks to me so he can a tutor in math (wow he needs it).
I was brought out of my train of thought when Peter threw a letter at me. It was mailed from the U.S. From Morgan know doubt. I threw it on the floor and some how it landed in an old shoe box.
For the next 3 to 4 years he threw all the letters from Morgan into the shoe box. Morgan was moving on, and little did George know Morgan would be coming back to Britain, with a new drummer boyfriend.
1962
It's amazing that somehow I am in a band with John Lennon, after hating each other for years. That changed after he heard me play guitar perfectly.
We were now in need of a drummer, since our producer didn't like Pete. So, John was pissed as usual and Paul was looking at every drummer in Liverpool. I was just watching them pace.
Morgan
Back in Briton yet again, my dad had gotten me a job at a recording studio, Abbey Road Studio to be exact. It was nice to see Liverpool again. I walk into a small café I loved when I was 13. I sat at my favorite booth. There were so many memories in this little booth, the time George laughed so hard soda came out of his nose. Now that was funny, he did say that it burned, that made me laugh even harder.
Wow this place was packed! Well, it was lunchtime and this was the best place on this side of the town. I was watching everyone as they came in. It was kind of fun considering I saw little Jenny Johnson come in, she was one of my neighbors.
I was looking at a menu when a guy with blue eyes and a huge nose came by and asked if he could sit with me since the other tables were filled.
"Um, sure." I said.
"Sorry about this, you won't know I am here." He said as he picked up a menu.
"It's okay, I'm Morgan."
"I'm Ringo."
"What?"
"My real name is Richard Starkey, but I go by Ringo."
"Oh I see. Um do you know where the Abbey Road Studio is?"
"Yes I think I do but I'm going to get some lunch before going."
"That's what I met."
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Anyway chew on that for awhile. I hope you liked it so Review!
