The End (Beatles Fanfiction)

Chapter 2

RINGO

"Mornin', Paulie!" I yelled out as I walked up to the piano.

"Good morning, Ritch!" he replied, stretching out his arms, a smile on his face.

I leaned down to the piano, and Paul did the same. Together we started playing chords, a simple rock backup song. George sat off to the side, tuning his guitar. I bounced up and down to the fast-paced beat, and Paul's hands moved swiftly over the keys.

Paul began to sing, a bit of Elvis. I continued playing my four chords over and over, playing double-time then slowing back down again to shake it up.

George looked up from his guitar and flashed a small smile.

Paul stopped, fumbling as he messed up the chords. I kept on going, the music sounding hollow for a second, and then Paul joined in again. A smile crawled onto my face as the jam drew to a close.

"Still got it," I said, brushing my hair out of my eyes proudly.

"Yep," Paul replied as John, who was usually late, walked in, Yoko by his side.

"Ey, John," I said cheerfully. "Yoko," I nodded to her. She smiled politely.

"Hello Ritch," John said breezily, walking over to his guitar. He sat down on a chair, and crossed his legs. Yoko sat down on an amp next to him.

I looked at Paul, who's face lost all joy. He frowned at some sheets of paper in front of him, then looked up again, ready for work.

"Good, now that everyone's here," he said, glancing at John, who ignored him. "I've a new song, can we try it out?"

George walked over with his guitar, plugged into an amp, and sat down at the foot of the drums. I followed him and walked around to the set, picking up some drumsticks and once again brushing my hair out of my face.

How do girls do it? I thought, catching some hair in my mouth.

Once everyone was ready, Paul started playing chords on the piano. "Now, Ringo," he said as he continued playing, "just keep a simple, steady beat." I did that, stepping on the pedal with my foot and hitting the snare on every third beat. Dum dum DA dum dum dum DA dum.

"Alright," Paul said, nodding. "Okay, so here are the chords." And as he played them, he called them out, and humming in the places where he would put lyrics.

"D, dum da da-dum, B7, da-da E minor, 2, 3, A7, m-m-m, D, da-da, A, and again, D da da-da-dum, B7, da-da, E minor, dum dum dum. A7, da-da-da-da, D, dada A...."

I kept on playing my steady beat, with no room for drum fills. It sounded like a very joyful song from the chords, like a song for kids. I bobbed my head to the music. George and John were both concentrating, their brows furrowed, trying to get the song right. Paul kept shouting out chords.

"Alright, now the chorus again, you know how it goes." And then he started singing.

"Bang bang, Maxwell's silver hammer came down upon his head/ Bang bang, Maxwell's silver hammer made sure that he was dead!"

I stared in wonder. What kind of a song is this? I wondered. George looked up, a smirk on his face. He looked at me, and shrugged, still playing. Paul didn't notice, concentrating on the piano.

John started to laugh, a high-pitched cackle that shot out of his mouth. Paul looked up in surprise, and stopped playing. We all did the same, staring at John. Yoko grabbed his shoulder, a bit sternly, and he began to calm down.

"Well," he said, a smile on his face, "that is one gear song, Paulie."

Paul smiled, and so did George. A grin soon was on my face as well.

We played the song over and over until we couldn't stop singing the lyrics ourselves.

JOHN

I sat back and stretched out my arms. My lovely Yoko watched me intently, and I leaned back to plant a kiss on her cheek. She smiled softly, and I grinned.

We were soulmates, she and I. And anyone who thought otherwise was no friend of mine.

"Alright," Paul said, interrupting our intimate moment, "I think we're done for the day. I'll finish the lyrics for the hammer song, and we'll record the full thing tomorrow."

I watched as everyone nodded along. Ringo stood up and waved his hair from his face. George didn't get up. Instead, he continued plucking away at his guitar.

I didn't care what he was doing. I didn't care what anyone was doing. I wanted to go somewhere. Somewhere with Yoko.

I stood up and placed my guitar down on the chair. Yoko stood up after me.

I leaned to her ear. "Let's go out," I whispered.

She turned her beautiful eyes to me, like a graceful deer, and asked, "Where to?"

I smiled, and grabbed her hand. "To Wonderland," I replied.

Turning to the door, I shouted out a, "Ta, boys!" and rushed out with Yoko in tow.

I heard rings of goodbyes and tas and seeyas float behind me as I ran down the hallway. Yoko giggled behind me. What a magical noise, her laughs.

"John, must we run?" she laughed as I burst the door open and quickly turned to go down the sidewalk.

"Yes!" I shouted, throwing my free arm to the side. "Yes! We must run! We must skip!" Then I started skipping, and Yoko did the same. We were both laughing. "We must dance!" And I grabbed her other hand and spun her in circles, blocking the traffic of busy Londoners on their way to work.

They could all sod off, I thought. I had my dream with me.

"We must dance!" I continued to shout, and we danced down the street, and we danced past fences and houses and buildings and stoops, and we danced into a park, and we danced onto the grass, and we danced and danced and danced forever.

{*****Wow, this chapter was dull. Sorry, it was pretty uneventful. But then again, most of my chapters are, I guess. I'll try to write better chapters :) don't get mad at me if it still comes out bad!******}