Strange Magic: A Beatles Story

Chapter 2

Ringo and I were finally resting after suffering through serious heart palpitations. The driver shouted through the back window that we had to run if we were to make it inside.

"Ready?" I asked him.

"Ready." He said. He then pushed the car door open and pulled me out dashing inside. I nearly pulled my quadriceps we were running so fast.

"Ringo, where are we going?" I asked him as we ran inside.

"Audrey, love, we are meeting the rest of the band." Ringo pulled me into a recording studio to find 3 men waiting inside.

"Ringo, where were you?" The first asked with a worried look on his face. He then paused and gave me an once-over. "Well, hello there. Rings, who's the bird?" He asked looking at me.

"I found her at Hot Tunes. You know the place that refuses to sell our records?" Ringo said to the band.

"What's your name, love?" The second asked.

"Audrey. Audrey Stepp." I told him smiling.

"Well, you know who I am, so there is no point in us telling you our names." Again, I stared blankly. "Cor, you don't?" They were amazed.

"Fellas, she didn't know that I was Ringo." Ringo said. "You will have to introduce yourselves otherwise she will have no clue who you are."

"Fine." The first stepped up and pulled me into him giving me a big kiss… on the cheek (FOOLED YOU!) "I am Lennon." He flipped his hair out of his eyes. "John Lennon."

"Shove off, John; you will give the poor girl nightmares. I am George Harrison." The third shook my hand.

"And I…" The second did an Elvis Presley dance move. "…am Paul McCartney."

"Smooth, Paul, very smooth." George said shaking his head.

"How come you don't know who we are?" John asked.

"I don't know. I don't really listen to the Beatles." Paul, George, and John step back and gasp putting their hands over their mouths.

"What do you listen to?" John asked appalled.

"A little Stones, Elvis, Shadows, anything really, but not the Beatles." They gasped again.

"So you have bad taste in music. You sure know how to pick them Ringo." John said to Ringo.

"I don't think so." George said. "I like the Stones." He said to me.

"Kiss-ass!" John yelled.

"Well, Ringo certainly has good taste in girls." Paul said.

"Thanks." Ringo said with a proud, triumphant look on his face.

So will you be staying with us?" John asked hopeful. "I have to ask, how old are you?"

"21 and I will be staying with you." I said with a smile.

"YES!" John shouted.

"Woo-hoo!" Paul called.

"Hooray!" Ringo yelled.

"I can't wait for tonight." George whispered.

"Why? What's tonight?" I asked.

"One of us gets to bunk with you. Hopefully me." John said with a wink. I can just see what he is thinking, "I bet she shags beautifully."

Oh lordy…

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