I made my way home in no rush. It wasn't until I was about to open the front door that I remembered I needed to tell Maureen what happened. That she was no longer married to a Beatle. She'll probably leave me. She'll leave and try and get every cent from me that she can. I wasn't ready for more rejection and pain. I lost me best mates in almost less than an hour. The moment I tell Maureen I was no longer a Beatle, she'll file for divorce right then and there. I shook these thoughts away.

How can I think such cruel things about her? She'll understand. She vowed to be with me through hard times. She promised me she loved me and nothing will tear us apart. I wanted to believe all of this so badly. But my mind told me otherwise.

I sighed and opened the door letting myself inside.

"Maureen?" I called out. "You home yet?"

No answer.

"Mo?"

I heard giggling coming from upstairs. I looked up. I know her giggles anywhere. It always sound flirtatious and sultry. I made my way upstairs and to our bedroom. I heard a soft moan. A nervous pain shot through my stomach. I swallowed and opened the door. I gasped as I saw Maureen in bed with some bloke I've never seen before. She covered herself with the bed sheets.

"Ritchie! It's not what it looks like!" She said surprised.

I blinked and felt tears welling up in my eyes. Twice in a day.

I blinked and let a tear drop and shook my head. I didn't say a word. I just grabbed my suitcase and went into the other room to get my clothes. She followed me still wrapped in a sheet.

"Ritchie honey I didn't know you were coming home this early! I..."

"What!? You're sorry?? I don't buy that Maureen!" I shouted packing my things.

She began to cry wrapping her arms around me. "Richard I didn't mean to! It just happened!"

"WHAT! LETTING A GUY COME TO MY HOUSE AND FUCK YOU ON MY BED?! THAT JUST HAPPENED!?" I yelled. I shrugged her off me and walked downstairs. She followed. She just won't give up. I sighed annoyed and turned to her.

"Leave me alone Maureen. Just let me go. Seems like everyone is today."

Her voice was shaky as she cried.

"But I love you..."

"No you don't. If you truly did, you wouldn't have been sneaking around while I was gone."

I shook my head and walked out the door with my suitcase. I got into my car and pulled out of the driveway.

I have no idea where in the hell I'm going. Perhaps a hotel for the night. Or forever. I went to a Hotel not too far from my home. Or what I thought was my home. I checked in and made my way to my room. It was pretty big for just one person. I insisted to the manager I would pay but he just kept on about how I don't need to pay since I'm a Beatle. I gave in and now here I am. I sat on the bed and loosened my tie and threw my coat off. I laid back and sighed. I thought about everything that happened today. John snapping at me. Paul not giving a damn. George crying and begging me to stay. Catching Maureen in bed with another man. Losing my job. My wife. My mates. I wiped the tears away from my face and sat up grabbing a smoke from my coat pocket. I lit it and inhaled. Smoke filling my lungs and relieving the stress.

I checked my watch. It was about six in the evening. Time seemed to be going by faster than I thought. I decided to get something to eat then take a shower and head off to bed.

I called for someone to bring my food to my room as I showered. I sighed letting the hot water run over my body. I hated living this lifestyle. I hated having everything given to me. Being given presents and special things because I was famous. For me it was all just about the music. Rock N Roll is my life. I love everything about it. The sound, the rhythm. That's why I became a drummer. I loved being able to keep a steady beat and guide the other musicians throughout their own songs.

I finished washing off and got out drying myself. I put my trousers on and put a robe over me. I walked out into my room to see a cart by my bed. There was a note.

"Compliments from the chef Mr. Starr. Free of charge." I groaned and tossed the note into the trash bin. I ate and watched a little bit of telly.

"The Beatles were seen earlier today coming out of a club after recording for their new record. Though their drummer Ringo Starr was nowhere to be seen. When asked about the absence of their drummer, they all said no comment."

I shook my head and changed the channel to some film. I watched as a shadowed figure opened the shower curtain and began stabbing a woman to death. I sighed and finished eating. Once finished, I set the cart aside and opened the window letting the nice cool air in. I lit a cigarette and sat in the window sill inhaling. I blew smoke out and looked up at the cloudy sky. It was dark out and smelled of rain. I heard a woman giggle and laugh in the distance. I looked down from my balcony to where she was. I watched as she was being swept up into what I assume was her boyfriend's arms. They sat on a bench and kissed. I sighed and looked away.

I put my cigarette out and closed the window. Right about now I'd be in a club with the lads celebrating the finishing of another song. Some bird would be all over me trying to get me to take her home. I'd be looking for an excuse to ignore her flirtatious behavior. I'd think of Maureen and how upset she'd be if she found out I went out on her. I've done that mistake before. Now that I knew the truth, she was probably going out on me. While I was being faithful.

I took my robe off and threw back the covers. I turned the telly off and turned the lights off. It was nine thirty. I should be out having a great time. Instead I'm alone in some posh hotel room without anyone but myself. Why was life being so cruel to me today? Yesterday was fine. I was happy. I had friends. A wife. A home. Now I have nothing. Just like that.

It would be nice if this was all just a huge nightmare. I'll wake up to Maureen. In my bed. I'll make love to her. Then I'll get a call from the lads telling me to come to the studio. We'll then go out and have drinks. I'll come home to a loving wife who will ask me about my day. Then we'll snuggle in bed and fall asleep in each other's arms. Who am I kidding? This is reality. Not a dream.

I don't want tons of money. Or a rich life. I want to be normal again. I want to be able to walk to my favorite diner and get something to eat without being chased. I want a girlfriend who will ask me about my feelings. Who will just know what I'm thinking. I'll know what she's thinking. Who will show me the world and show me new things. America would be a perfect place to have a new start. I want Rosy back.

"Shut it Richard." I sighed to myself.

I closed my eyes until I drifted off to sleep.

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