I love my job. I really do.
Many wouldn't consider working as a waitress on a private super yacht to be the perfect dream job. But for me it is, especially when I get to travel around the world and not have to worry about rent or food or any of that.
It's practically the perfect life if you think about it. I get to explore new places, I get paid well and most importantly I get to interact with new people.
Today we are sailing through Aruba and the view is to die for. The warm Caribbean breeze slightly tickles my skin as I stop by the docks to admire its beauty.
The sun is starting to set over at the horizon and I look over at my watch, reminding myself that my shift begins in an hour.
I go back to my station and start setting the bar.
"Did you hear who's on the boat today?", one of my crew mates slides beside me and whispers.
"No. Another actor and his 17 year old mistress?", I chuckle.
"No, silly. Rockstars. We have got rockstars on board today!", she literally squeals.
Well that wasn't new.
"Wow."
"They are like an entire band here. You've got Davy Jones, Maurice Gibb and the drummer from the Beatles!"
"Ringo Starr?", I ask.
"Yes! The small guy! He's so adorable."
"Ringo Starr is in the ship today?", I ask again. I couldn't believe what I was hearing.
"Yes! They are all here. And all of them without their wives.", she smirks at me deviously and I couldn't help but roll my eyes.
"Well you do know the ship policies. You aren't suppose to interact with the guests outside of your station.", I say.
"Yes but if the guests themselves ask for your company you cannot say no."
She is right. We have been commanded by our deck manager to obey our guests no matter what. We must fulfil every need or wish they desire.
The night goes on smoothly and I go around serving guests drinks, making them laugh, ensuring they are all having a good time.
I head over to the bar again for some refills and all of a sudden I could feel a stranger's eyes on me.
I turn around and I see Ringo Starr studying me, from the other end.
I smile at him and he signals me to go to him.
17 year old me wouldn't have believed it. Ringo has always been my favourite member from the band and when my crew mate, Stacy said that he was going to be here tonight, I almost felt like passing out.
"Good evening Mr. Starr. Everything alright?", I ask, smiling.
"Yeah well we're alright. What's your name, luv?", he asks, swirling his drink with his ring clad hand.
"It's Emerald. Ema."
"Oh you mean like the gem?", he quips.
"Yes. Like the gem.", I chuckle, blushing. Just by talking to him I could feel the warmth of his charm.
"Well that certainly you are. A beautiful gem.", he smirks.
I feel a blush forming on my cheeks. "Would you like a refill of that?", I ask pointing at his drink.
"No luv. I was thinking if you'd be lovely enough to join me for a drink in my room?"
Is Ringo Starr, the drummer from the Beatles inviting me over to his room?
