A Cross Between Two Worlds // The Beatles & The Monkees Fanfiction

Chapter Seven: Dreams Do Come True

1964. London, England.

"Lads! Lads! Come on, wake up lads! We have a show to play!" Brian Epstein called.

Davy slowly opened his eyes and wiped the drool from his cheek to discover that he was on the floor of a hotel room.

"Wh-what?" he asked looking up at the tall man hovering over him.

"Am I speaking another language?" Brian asked. "Get up and get ready for your show which is in twenty minutes! This is no time for antics, Harrison!"

He headed for the door and turned and added, "If you all aren't ready by the time I get back, so help me." Then he stormed out of the room and slammed the door shut behind him.

Davy looked around the room and saw his other band members staring at him, clearly stuck in the same state of confusion.

"'Harrison'?" Davy questioned.

"Wasn't that The Beatles' manager?" Peter asked.

"Where are we?" Micky asked.

"Hey, there's a newspaper on the coffee table," Mike pointed out as he got up to grab it.

"It's titled 'The Daily Telegraph'," he read aloud.

"Isn't that a British newspaper?" Davy noted.

Peter glanced outside a nearby window and confirmed, "Yup, we're definitely in London."

"Mike, what's the date on that newspaper?" Davy asked.

Mike checked and his mouth almost dropped to the floor.

"1964," he replied.

"Did we... Just... Time-travel?" Micky asked.

Brian came back and burst through the door.

"I should've known you guys weren't going to be nearly close to ready," he sighed. "Why do you guys constantly do this to me?"

"Uh, we're a bit lost," Davy admitted. "We're all still trying to wake up from our deep sleep, so would you please remind us what we're getting ready for?" They all smiled cheekily at their poor helpless manager.

Brian sighed and rubbed his eyes with his hands. "You are The Beatles, do you still remember that?"

They all slowly nodded.

"Good," he continued. "We are in London, about to play a show in front of thousands of people to promote the new movie and soundtrack, 'A Hard Day's Night'. You guys have, now ten minutes, to get ready. Can you all do that, or do I have to hold your hand on stage too?"

"Thanks Brian, that'll be all. We'll get ready now," Davy smiled as he playfully punched Brian's arm.

Brian looked annoyed and walked out of the room.

"Oh my gosh... We're The Beatles?!" Micky exclaimed. "Does that mean we...?"

All at once, the four boys ran to the nearest mirror.

"We all look like ourselves," explained Mike.

"So, we just have the same name as The Beatles, but look and sound like ourselves," Davy realized.

"But how will we know who is who?" Peter asked.

"No time," Micky said looking at the clock on the wall. "We have to get ready!"

. . .

After the boys got ready and met Brian backstage, they already heard so many girls screaming. They could barely hear themselves think.

"Good luck!" Brian yelled as he pushed them to head onstage.

"Wait!" Davy yelled. "We're still a little foggy from our slumber! Can you please remind us where we stand onstage?"

Brian didn't have any time to question any reasoning behind this ridiculous prank they were pulling on him, so he decided to just go along with it.

He pointed at Mike, "Lennon, stage left."

He pointed at Davy, "Harrison, center stage."

He pointed at Peter, "McCartney, stage right."

Finally, he pointed at Micky, "Starr, drums."

"Oh, you're brilliant, Epstein!" Davy smiled.

The boys ran on stage and the girls went mad. They were all screaming, jumping, crying, and going nuts! It was nothing like they have ever seen before.

They automatically knew how to play all of the songs on the setlist since they were huge fans of The Beatles. They did great, and even though they could barely hear themselves, the audience seemed to enjoy the performance as well. Afterwards, Brian seemed very pleased as well.

"Well done, lads," he smiled. "Now go and get some rest. We've got plenty of more shows coming after this."

When they got back to their hotel room, The-New-Beatles were astonished by what just happened.

"Woah!" Micky exclaimed. "I can't believe that just happened!"

"I know right!" Mike exclaimed. "That was awesome! That was way more amazing than I had imagined!"

The others agreed and also had a small revelation.

"Did anyone else wish that this would happen before we went to sleep last night?" Peter asked.

The others slowly nodded their heads in agreement.

"Woah, that's freaky!" Peter smiled.

"This deserves some champagne!" Mike declared.

As the others were celebrating, Davy couldn't help but have an uneasy feeling about all of this. He kept wondering about The-Real-Beatles. Where were they? Did they even exist in this alternate universe? How long would this dream last?

"What's the matter Davy?" Micky asked, handing him a glass of champagne. "Success getting to you already?"

Davy just smiled and said, "Here's to the proof that dreams really do come true!"

"Cheers!" they all yelled as they took a sip out of their glasses.