You are entering a contest that involves Paul and Ringo. After you finish your video entry, you head outside and get struck by lightening. When you wake up, you come face to face with the Beatles. I apologize for some of the inaccuracies, but I hope...
It was the night of the movie premiere of Yellow Submarine.
The boys were dressed in very nice suits.
I was still trying to figure out what to wear.
It's not everyday you go to a movie premiere and walk the red carpet.
I wanted something bright, colorful, something that a character would wear in the movie.
But I couldn't figure it out.
There was a knock at my door.
"Come in." I called out, still searching through my closet.
The boys came in and saw all my clothes tossed onto my bed and the floor.
"Angel, what's keeping you?" Ringo asked.
"And what on earth happened in here?" John asked, looking around at the mess.
"I'm sorry, guys. I just can't figure out what to wear tonight. If I'm keeping you, maybe you should go without me." I said.
"Absolutely not, Angel. We'd rather miss it ourselves than go without you." George said.
"Awww that's sweet, but still, I don't know what to wear." I said.
"Luckily, we do." Paul said.
John handed me a white box.
"We got you this to wear for tonight." He said.
I set it on the bed and opened it.
Inside was a rainbow dress.
"Oh it's so beautiful. Thank you, guys." I said, smiling.
"Hugs later. You need to get ready." George said.
They walked out.
So, I quickly got ready.
I put on the dress, along with a necklace and earrings, a pair of sandals, brushed my hair, tied it back, and grabbed my purse.
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I stepped out of my room and went to the boys.
They were all speechless by how I looked.
I smiled, spun around, showing it off.
"What do you think?" I asked.
"Lovely." Paul said.
"Gorgeous." George said.
"Beautiful." John said.
"No one could look as amazing as you do." Ringo said.
"Thank you." I said, blushing.
So, we all went off to the premiere.
There were so many people there.
I saw Keith Richards of the Rolling Stones, The Who, Status Quo, and Grapefruit.
This just keeps getting more exciting.
We all step out of the limo
Paul went up to me.
"May I escort you inside, love?" He asked, putting his arm out.
I smiled and took his arm.
We all went inside and took a seat.
The movie began.
In the town where I was born
Lived a man who sailed to sea
And he told us of his life
In the land of submarines
So we sailed up to the sun
'Til we found a sea of green
And we lived beneath the waves
In our yellow submarine
We all live in a yellow submarine
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine
We all live in a yellow submarine
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine
And our friends are all aboard
Many more of them live next door
And the band begins to play
We all live in a yellow submarine
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine
We all live in a yellow submarine
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine
(Full speed ahead Mr. Parker, full speed ahead
Full speed ahead it is, Sergeant
Action station, action station
Aye, aye, sir, fire
Captain, captain)
As we live a life of ease
Everyone of us has all we need (has all we need)
Sky of blue (sky of blue) and sea of green (and sea of green)
In our yellow submarine (in our yellow, submarine, ha ha)
We all live in a yellow submarine
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine
We all live in a yellow submarine
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine
We all live in a yellow submarine
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine
We all live in a yellow submarine
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine
I have seen Yellow Submarine a few times.
I did enjoy the film.
I found it rather creepy, yet free spirited.
In one word, psychedelic.
This is the 60s after all.
After the film, there was supposed to be an after party, but you wanted to go home.
"Alright, you go ride home and just send the limo back for us." Paul said.
I nodded and went outside to the limo.
The driver took me home.
When I got back, I sent the driver back to the boys, went inside, put on my pajamas, sat in bed, took out my journal and started writing.
I have grown quite fond of the Beatles. Not in a fan sense. I mean I love them as themselves. Like regular people. They are so warm, caring, smart, funny, charming, talented. I love them so much. And I think they love me too. Like I'm their little sister. But while I love being with them, I do miss my home. I have been here for a while and I don't even know how to get back to my time period. And if I do find a way back home, how will I tell the boys? Will they believe me? Oh well, I'm sure I will remember how it happened sooner or later. At least I have a place to stay and new friends to keep me company.
I closed my journal, turned off the light, and went to sleep.
