Camera Boy (lennstarr)

coincidence

(r.s)

Four days later

"okay so where are you going?" maureen grinned and i roll my eyes before taking a sip of my coffee.

"to get interviewed," i say and she groans. "and to wall- do I have to say it?"

maureen groaned and nodded, her dark hair bouncing around her small face and curling over her soft cheeks. she glanced over at my eyes and made sure to make her own go soft.

"where are you going ritchie?" she grinned and poked me in the ribs playfully.

"to wall street where i'm gonna get rich and famous and share at least half of the money with my bestest friend maureen!" i grin and she squeals in joy.

"that's right! go knock 'em dead kid!" maureen giggles and parts my hair neatly.

"i can't promise anything!" i wink and give her a quick hug before catching the bus down to wall street.

the minute i step into the new york times office i was in awe. i had reached the top floor where all the real work was. men and women would walk around with pens and pencils in their hands, heels and dressing shoes clicking away into the nearest room. it was all a maze to me, nothing like my own workplace. i stood like a loner with my piece of plastic that i call my work tool in my hands, hoping no one would sneer at me when they see me.

"excuse me," a female voice trickled into my range and i turn to see a blonde woman with sleek black heels and a matching skirt walk up to me. "do you need any assistance?"

"yes actually," i nod with bright pink cheeks. "i'm here to be interviewed."

"name?" she smiles and sets down her paperwork.

"richard starkey," i say and her eyes widen. "but i just go by--"

"ringo starr yeah i know, pleasure to have you," she shakes my hand urgently and glances back to the hallway. "will you wait here for a minute? i need to get my boss."

"oh, sure thing miss." i nod and she contains her composure until she's reached the hall and i can hear her screaming "mr. lennon, mr. lennon oh you won't believe who's here!"

i shrug and ignore the blush spreading on my cheeks. were they really that excited to have me here?