A Day in the Life

A Day in the Life

It was 1970, beginning of a new decade. The streets of London were damp from a rainfall earlier that evening. Only the dim lights of the cobblestone streets lit the city. She could see them from afar, traveling in a Volkswagen Euro van. Piling out one by one through the back door, you would never assume they were famous. Not by the clothes, the vehicle, the hair. But as they turned around, their matching outfits and mop-top heads could not be mistaken with any group other than....

"THE BEATLES!" Wailed a waif-thin girl. Standing behind the police barricade, the waif and other screaming teeny-boppers were reaching over in hopes of getting a closer glimpse at the Beatles. Pushing each other out of the way, the Beatles smiled in amusement. Little did anyone know, the Beatles would soon sway the world with their talent and be a voice of their generation. They were the kind of people others looked up to. When the idea of color television came around the Beatles would say, "you don't say." They still favored black and white television - after all, it was a classic. Lately they found themselves saying goodbye to the dirty-joke television shows.

"Again from the chorus," a calm John stated. By now television wasn't even on their mind. Neither was practicing their music. They were exceptional musicians and knew it wouldn't take much practice to impress any audience. After all, they were the Beatles!

Knock-Knock-Knock.

"Pardon me? Who's rat-a-tat-tapping on our door?" Paul said.

Dressed in a plaid skirt and mary-jane shoes, a girl around the age of twelve appeared at the door. Accompanied by an older gentleman, the Beatles wondered if this was involving a donation or a publicity stunt.

"Sorry sir, but we cannot let you in at this time. The Beatles are attempting to practice, and with the riots and chaos outside from all those young women, I would assume to believe they desire peace and tranquility." The door-watcher outside stated.

"Oh no, that's quite alright. Bloody hell Sam, just let the young lass in!"

Just as John proclaimed, the door-watcher allowed the little girl and the gentleman to proceed.

"She's been deaf for the past several months, but when she could hear, you were her favorite. She "listens" to your songs all the time still. Second the number changes on the record playing, she begins to sing! She knows the length of all the rests, everything. We're just so glad to see you play here." The man softly said.

As the Beatles stared on in a daze, they wondered what they could say in reply. Little did they know, this was the same young girl watching others scream and reach over the barricade outside. What they also didn't know, was that they had encountered her before.

"Ah, you're the little girl that can't hear, eh?" Sam questioned.

"Oh will you knock it off, you know she can't hear. Don't you remember telling her not to proceed earlier? Well, there is a reason to that question. She obviously could not hear you, so she would proceed." Ringo stated.

The bickering went on for several minutes, leaving the girl unnoticed. Drawing with marker on the mirror, the girl inscribed a lengthy message on the mirror. All you need is Love...is in 7/4 time and is with Pink Floyd on the top music chart. Turning around, the girl anxiously bit her bottom lip at the thoughts of the Beatles facial expressions. Moments later the Beatles realized the message of the girl and a look of goofy-happy appeared on their faces.

"How did she know that?" George asked.

"She is good...I told you. Now getting to the point, my daughter would appreciate an interview with you. You lads up to it?" The gentleman asked.

"Well, of course. We'd be honored." The words came smooth as butter out of his mouth.

"Good. Pardon me, but you must be mistaking the fact that I am Ralph Gleason, co-founder of Rolling Stone magazine." Since then, this gentleman had developed a wiser looking face. As his big eyes looked down his broad nose towards the little girl, she smiled a million watt smile. She began shaking her head delightfully at the fact that she was escorted by the founder of such a great magazine. "We would like to do a piece on you. That's what she's here for too. She's going to help me. There are a lot of deaf people that love your music, you know. They still feel that connection."

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