The Beatles: A Mini-series

McLennon (1963)

"Wha.." I moaned as I came to my senses. I woke up, lying on my back, surrounded by purple coloured trees and a dark blue ground. I slowly stood up. Something didn't feel right. I felt a breeze between my legs. I look down.
I'm wearing a sky blue dress, a white apron, white tights, and black Mary Janes. "What the hell?" I muttered. Why was I dressed like Alice? Am I hallucinating? I reach up. It's my hair, but I am wearing a bow. Guess I forgot to wear a blonde wig.
Don't get me wrong, I love Alice In Wonderland, the book and the movie (which I was in the movie version), but I don't want to be here. Someone must've drugged me or something, because this is definitely not right.
I started to walk around, noticing signs and weird creatures, when I heard a childish giggle. I looked up, and saw Brian, the Beatles' manager, sitting in a tree in a Cheshire Cat costume. He waved at me.
"Well hello, John!" He beamed, his grin larger than humanly possible.
"H-hey Brian." I stammered, weirded out by him.
"Hey, I'll let you in on a secret. You ready?" He asked. I nodded. "The answers you will find, will be at the castle in due time," he said, pointing to a path with his striped tail.
"Uh, what?" I asked, confused. "Why can't you just tell me what-"
"Because I can't!" He screeched. I stepped back.
Brian grinned again. "The answers you will find, will be at the castle in due time." Brian started to fade away.
"Wait!" I called. But it was too late. He was gone. I shuddered and started to walk down the path.

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About 20 minutes down the path, I started to hear music and singing. I heard tea pots whistling. I knew what this meant. I opened the blue gate to find Ringo as the Mad Hatter and George as the March Hare sitting at a table. George was strumming his guitar and Ringo watched him, sipping on tea. I walked up to the table and was greeted with smiles.
"Hey, John!" Ringo greeted me by holding up his cup.
"Care for some tea?" George offered.
"No thanks. I'm on my way to the castle."
"Then why on earth did you stop here? I don't know if you noticed, but this is not a castle my dear child." Ringo explained.
"I am not a child! And I stopped here because I knew you two would be here!"
"Ah, he's as difficult as the other one," George whispered to Ringo. Ringo nodded in agreement.
"Who?" I asked.
"You should know who. In fact, you stole said person's outfit." Ringo smirked.
"I didn't steal anyone's outfit. I woke up in it."
"Maybe Alice was being generous then. Ya know, giving you a better outfit than your previous," said George. They burst into laughter and moved farther down the table.
"Look, instead of insulting me, why don't you give me some damn answers!" I shouted through gritted teeth.
"Alright, alright. The love you are looking for, is in the castle forever more." Ringo said calmly.
"Ugh, more rhymes?! Please, give me a straight answer!"
"Sorry, can't do that. The queen will know."
"And we don't want the queen to know," George added.
"Well why not?" I asked.
"You should know why. Come on, John. You love this story."
"Off with your heads?" I guessed.
"Yes! Good job, mate!" George enthusiastically applauded me. Ringo hit George on the arm and gave him a "really?" Look.
"Well, alright, I should be on my way then." I walked out as a stream of goodbyes boomed at me. What idiots. All I needed was some help if they can, because I'm feeling down. But I didn't appreciate those guys being around.
After 20 more minutes, I finally made it to the castle. Guards dressed in playing cards stood around the garden, and when they saw me, they let me in. I guess they knew I was coming.
When I walked in, I saw Paul. He was dressed like the white rabbit, with no fur of course, but he did have white hair. I walked up to him.
"John, I've been waiting for you!" He smiled, and threw his arms around me. What was weird was, all the love I've ever felt in my life, I felt when hugging Paul. Was this what Ringo meant?
I held Paul in my arms. He stared into my eyes, and we drew closer, but then I heard, "John! What are you doing?!" Oh shit. I knew that voice. I turned around.
"Aunt Mimi?!" Mimi was the Queen of Hearts. And behind her stood my wife, Cynthia. She was wearing an elegant dress.
"John, throughout the land, rumors of your love for my servant, Paul, has been spreading, even though you are married to Cynthia. You now must choose between them, since I will not allow such foolishness in my kingdom."
Cyn and Paul stood next to each other. I looked at Cyn. She looked beautiful, and I felt attraction to her. I remembered everything we had shared together. And then I looked at Paul. He looked dashing, and all that love I felt when I hugged him came flooding back. Even though I didn't want to, my legs started to move towards him. I hugged him close to me and kissed him. The people in the castle gasped. I knew this wasn't right, I was supposed to go to Cyn, but my mind stopped me from doing so.
"John, you chose wrong! OFF WITH THEIR HEADS!" Mimi screeched. I grabbed Paul's hand and we started to run. Everyone I encountered ran after us. We ran, but we were too slow. Mimi grabbed me. I screamed. And then, I woke up.
"John, are you alright?" Paul asked me. He sat on the edge of my bed. "You called my name like 5 times."
"Wha...where..where am I?"
"Well, you're in your room silly."
"Why?"
"Because you're sick! Wow, those pills must've been strong."
"It was all a dream.." I muttered.
"Uh, well yes. Sure. If you're hungry, Cyn made some biscuits. I'm going to go back in the kitchen, okay? If you need anything, call me or Cyn." Paul started to get up.
"Wait!" I called. Paul walked back to me, and I hugged him tight.
"Are you alright, John? Did you have a nightmare?"
"Sort of." I said. Paul let go of me.
"Thanks for the hug, but I don't want to get sick. I'm going to go back, okay?"
I nodded and he smiled, and walked away. I watched his bum move back and forth until he shut my door. It's just the pills, I told myself. I'm not really in love with Paul. I'm not gay. My mind was just playing tricks on me...unless it wasn't. Was that whole dream a message? Was it my subconscious telling me what I really want? Nah. I think the pills were just strong.
I fell back asleep, and dreamt about Paul caressing my hair, and holding me as we floated in a boat down a river, beautiful scenery and love surrounding us.

(A/N: sorry for the long story! I know they're supposed to be short, but this scenario just came to me and I had to write it! I hope you enjoyed, thanks for reading (: )