I have done a lot of touching up to this story so I have deleted all the chapters but this one. This chapter will no longer be a part of the story (neither will the 2nd chapter for those of you that have read the story) but this chapter is still a fun thing to read so ill leave this up.
"we're here lads." Brian said as we walked...well...tried to walk (we were rather out of it) into our hotel room.
The windshield on the bus broke a few miles back and we drank whiskey to stay warm but all it really did was give us a bit of a buzz.
"Bout time too, any longer and I'd have frozen my nuts off." George said, running over to the table of food waiting for us. The hotel manager,or whoever's in charge of that stuff, had a small feast laid out for us...the old git's probably just kissing up to us because we're The Beatl- "oooo jelly babies!" I followed George over to the table. "...ok maybe the guy's not that bad."
Paul came in after me and went to the small work desk in the corner of the room muttering something about scrambled eggs.
Ringo came in last clutching an empty bottle of whiskey. He laid down on one of the beds and was out cold.
"Hey Paulie looks Like I've won the bet. Pay up." George said threw a mouthful of food. They made a bet to see who would pass out first.
"Alright none of that now. You should follow Ringo's example and get some sleep before the show tonight." Brian said,giving us a bad look.
Moans and groans came from everyone but Ringo who had already started snoring.
"We just started the tour and I'm already tired of it." I moaned as I fell on my bed.
"Your just cranky. Get some sleep." Brian left.
Paul put down his notes and jumped on his bed.
George grabbed a plate of food and took the last empty bed.
"Will someone please shut Ringo up!" I yelled into my pillow, trying to drown out his snoring.
Everyone had already fallen asleep. "Fine then." I pulled out my headphones and listened to music till I fell asleep.
*knock,knock,knock* "Lennon." *knock,knock,knock,* "Lennon." *knock,knock- "Go away Brian!" I yelled at the door. *...knock* "...Lennon." "Just get in here Brian!" Brian unlocked the door and came in. The others woke up.
"Everybody up! There's some people coming up to meet you lot. The owner of the place you're playing at tonight came over to go over some things with me and he brought his daughter to meet you for a few hours while we work on some last-minute things." Brian walked around the room looking for things to clean up.
"wait a minute! We have things to do before the gig too, we don't have time to babysit some kid." Paul was half awake.
"she's about your age so it's not like you'll have a little brat running around your room making things sticky. she's a nice,proper young woman... and exactly what do you have to do before the show hmmmm?" Brian stopped cleaning and stared at Paul.
"well,we have to umm...ugghhh...mmmm." "Sleep!" Ringo interrupted. "Yea sleep" Paul continued. Brian wasn't amused.
Someone knocked on the door.
"That's them!" Brian whisper/yelled. We got ourselves together as Brian got to the door. Brian looked back at us.
"Lennon, please don't make a fool of me. This guy is really important and you don't want to be on his bad side...or mine."
He opened the door and a rather tall man in a cheap suite walked in followed by a girl wearing a pink dress and the ugliest hat you've ever seen. She defiantly looks like a spoiled rich kid.
"Boys, I'd like you to meet Mr. Mustard and his daughter Lucinda." Brian introduced us.
"Right, so we'll leave you to get better acquainted. Mr. Mustard and I have business to take care of." Brian opened the door.
"Alright pumpkin call me when your done and have a taxi drive you home." His voice didn't seem to match his face. " Ok daddy." She gave him a hug and he left.
"Behave." Brian mouthed as he shut the door.
"I'm sorry about him." she walked towards the glass door that lead to a small deck outside the room. She had an American accent. It sounded nice. "He wanted me to meet y'all. I told him you had things to do and didn't need to be interrupted by me but he insisted on coming." She opened the glass door the led to the deck outside the room and looked at the ground.
She took off her hat letting her extremely long blonde hair fall down. "I know you don't want to hang around me all day." She unzipped her dress revealing a red bikini swimsuit top and denim shorts. We just stood there,watching,trying to figure out what she's doing.
She took off her shoes and pulled a white button down shirt and a pair of high top boots out of her purse. "So" She she continued to get dressed. "I'm going to get out of here and let you go back to doing whatever you were doing." She threw her purse over the deck and sat on the ledge.
"What the hell is she doing?" "It was nice meeting you. "She looked at us. We were still completely confused. "Bye." She smiled and leaned back,flipping over the ledge.
We ran to her but it was too late. We looked around. She was gone. We were about 20 floors up. There's no way she survive a fall like that. We can see the ground but there was no body,no blood...she just vanished.
"What the hell did we just see?" George said, still looking down. "I'm not sure." Paul stepped away from the ledge. "But we've got to tell somebody." We headed for the door when Brian walked in.
"Oh, hey boys. I didn't wake you did I? I forgot my keys." He found his keys on the desk and headed for the door.
"Were's Mr. Mustard? something happened to his daughter!" Paul yelled,looking outside the door to see if he had followed Brian.
"What? Who's Mr. Mustard?" Brian looked confused.
"The guy that was in here 5 minutes ago" Paul yelled in frustration.
"what? That's not possible no one has been in here but me." Brian looked at us like we were off our rockers. I looked at him. His eyes were red, almost like he had been in a swimming pool and got a bit too much chlorine.
"But he was just here a few minutes ago,with you. You came in saying you and him had stuff to do and he left his daughter here to meet with us. Then you left and she jumped off the ledge." George started to pace in frustration.
"I have no idea what you're talking about but going insane is not going to get you out of doing the show tonight." Brian headed towards the door.
"But..he..you..her..Mustard..pink..fit..jump..splat..no splat..gone..you..I'm going back to bed." Ringo went back to his bed,picked up an empty whiskey bottle,and threw it in the trash bin.
"I'm never drinking again." He laid down and put a pillow over his head. Nothing worries Ringo.
"I think you all should swear off drinking for a while." Brian laughed on his way out the door.
We all looked at each other. "Never speak of this again?" George asked. We all nodded our heads in agreement and went back to our beds.
The last thing I remember before passing out was her face. Her smile. Then the images of her were washed away by ocean waves.
After that day we continued our lives as normal and eventually forgot what we saw...or thought we saw.