We were jamming out in the limo; well, most of us were. John was just staring at Ringo with a murderous look on his face. Paul was strumming an air bass and George was messing about on his guitar. Ringo was patting out rhythms on his thighs and I was just dancing along. George played a little tune and Paul started to scream random words at the top of his lungs.
"HEADS ACROSS THE WATER! HEADS ACROSS THE SKY! HEADS ACROSS THE WATER! HEADS ACROSS THE SKY!" He sang. I giggled and started to sing a little tune that went with that melody.
"Admiral Halsey notified me. He had to have a berth or he couldn't get to sea. I had another look and I had a cup of tea and a butter pie!" I sang.
"Butter pie?" George asked.
"The butter wouldn't melt so I put it in a pie." John grumbled. It was the first thing he had said since we were in the studio. George stopped strumming. John's eyes lit up and he began to belt, "HEADS ACROSS THE WATER! HEADS ACROSS THE SKY! HEADS ACROSS THE WATER! HEADS ACROSS THE SKY!" We all sang along with him.
George started to speed up his playing. "Live a little, be a gypsy, get around!" I sang.
"Get around!" Ringo echoed.
"Get your feet up off the ground! Live a little, get around!" I sang.
"Live a little, be a gypsy, get around!" John laughed while repeating my verse.
"Get around!" George screamed.
"Get your feet up off the ground! Live a little, get around!" Paul sang, fighting back a laugh.
George stopped his strumming once again and looked at us. "One, two, three!"
"HEADS ACROSS THE WATER! HEADS ACROSS THE SKY! HEADS ACROSS THE WATER! HEADS ACROSS THE SKY!" We all screamed. We stopped singing and laughed for the rest of the ride back.
"I knew you would lighten up, eventually!" I said to John, pushing his shoulder.
"Well, it's hard to stay mad at you lot. You make everything so damn laughable." John smirked.
"You're just jealous." George said, straightening his tie.
We all continued to laugh at one another, until our sides were splitting. "We should put that on a record!" Paul laughed.
"Nah, it's WAY too silly. We would lose respect if we did a song that outrageous in the beginning of our careers. No, no, WAY too risky." John stated, rather seriously. "It's a good way to laugh, but it would ruin us as a band." Paul's head sunk a little and the remainder of the ride was ridden in silence.
I yawned a little as we walked into the hotel room. "Are you tired, love?" Ringo asked putting his arm around my shoulder.
"Just a bit. I've never been out quite this late before." We had spent a lot of time at the record studio, then we went out for dinner, then we went back and recorded some more. By the time we got back, it was 1 in the morning!
"Come on; off to bed, we go!" He tried pushing me into the bedroom.
"No, no, Richard, I'll stay up and talk with you guys." I said, attempting to sit in a chair.
"Oh, no, you don't." Ringo grabbed me and lifted me over his shoulder.
"Ringo! Put me down!" I squealed.
"No! You, Audrey Stepp, are going to sleep!" He threw me on the bed and tossed a pair of my pajamas at me. He turned and covered his eyes, so I could change. I did so fast, and Ringo turned. Then he threw off his shirt, and I couldn't help but stare at his body.
"You admiring my body?" He smirked. "It ain't much of a body." I shook my head and pulled him to the bed by his waistband. I noticed a scar.
"What's that from?" I ran my finger along the scar.
"Oh, that? That's from when I was a little lad. I was born with lots of illnesses. You don't wanna hear about this stuff." He shook his head and tried to change the subject.
"No, I do. Tell me about it." I pushed him down and he lay next to me.
"Well, when I was six, I suffered from appendicitis. After complications, I was in a coma for a while." I gasped a little. "It's okay; I'm all better now." He kissed my nose. "And when I was thirteen, I had chronic pleurisy, which has something to do with the lungs. It was awful; I was vomiting blood. I always had a fever. I lost a ton of weight. I coughed all the time. But after I was in a sanatorium for two years, I was totally fine. But I still have severe food allergies-slash-sensitivities." I looked at him with sad eyes.
"Now, I don't want you to feel sorry for me because it's all in the past. I am here, now. That's all that matters." I smiled a little.
"I'm still sad though." I muttered. He turned on his side and looked at me. He propped himself up on his elbow and pushed my hair behind my ear.
"Love, nothing will keep me away from you, not an illness, not a jealous ex-boyfriend, nothing. I will always be here." I brushed his hair off his forehead. He leaned down and gave me a soft kiss. I grabbed the back of his head and intensified the kiss. He smirked and ran his fingers up and down my sides, giving me a tingling sensation. I giggled and moved my hands up and down his chest.
Ringo pulled away and looked at me. "Cor, how did I get so lucky?"
"What?" I giggled.
"Are you sure you're not mistaking me for a different Beatle?" He gave me a toothy grin.
"Quit doubting yourself!" I shoved his shoulder, lightly.
"Well, I mean, most people don't find me attractive, what with the nose and everything."
"For your information, I love your nose." I gave it a kiss, and smiled at him. He blushed, and got off me. I watched as he pulled off his dress pants and got into a fresh pair of boxers. He laid down next to me again and pulled the covers over us.
"Goodnight, Ringo." I said putting my head on his chest.
"Goodnight, Audrey." Ringo responded. I closed my eyes and after a couple of minutes I heard him whisper, "I love you." I must've been dreaming, so I snuggled up closer and fell asleep within seconds.
