Note: This story will contain a lot of sex, drugs, and bad language. So don't expect this to be one of those innocent Beatles fanfics. And yes, there will be McLennon.

The year is 1964. The Beatles are just about at the height of their fame. Just releasing a new movie and new album. They've gone famous instantly and can have any girl that they want. Screaming girls chasing after them any chance they get into the public eye, smothered with questions about their personal lives, and constantly in the record studio recording new songs. It all can be very stressful and tiring at the end of the day.

One day after a fight in the record studio with his band members, Ringo decides to just walk out. He's tired of the fame and money. He's tired of having a wife who just loves him because he's a Beatle and uses him just to please her. He longs for a normal life. A life without fame and money. With his loving ex girlfriend who he's still in love with. Who can show him how beautiful the world can really be.

What if Ringo fell asleep and woke up in the year 1975? He's still twenty four years old but wakes up to a life he's been wishing for. A normal one. A life without screaming girls, money and fame.

One morning, he wakes up next to the most beautiful girl he has ever seen. Not Maureen, But Rosalinda. His first love. A brown eyed girl with long blonde hair and a beautiful personality. A hippie who loves to travel and is full of life.

He soon falls for her again almost instantly and soon adjusts to his new life with her, accompanied by his bestfriend George. One night, They run into John and Paul and what started as a normal journey, soon turns into a roadtrip of chaos. As time goes by, they start taking a spiral turn through sex drugs and Rock N Roll as love and friendships are put to the test while self-discovery developes between the friends.