|Sergeant Pepper's Lonely Heart's Club Band
Author: AlihandriaEllis PM
Molly O'Malley has no future. She doesn't matter. At least, until the Sergeant came. When she found where she was meant to be. And what lay ahead of her. The danger is high and the chances of success are slim. But what choice does she have, when it comes to saving the most influential band in history? Rated T for language NOT ATURated: Fiction T - English - Mystery/Friendship - Chapters: 11 - Words: 7,319 - Reviews: 37 - Favs: 5 - Follows: 6 - Updated: 05-23-13 - Published: 01-04-13 - id: 8876452
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Hi, didja miss me? ^-^ Told you I wasn't going anywhere :). Well, this is the uber-short first chapter to my new ginormous story. Sorry about the length, they will be longer normally.
So, here it is. And I have the first few chapters written, so expect updates. Taa-daaa!
Disclaimer: not mine
By everyday standards, I'm nobody. A starving artist, a guitar player with virtually no future. Working two jobs. Living in a dinky apartment with two cats and my music. No one had any hopes for me.
At least, until I met the Sergeant. And everything changed.
He appeared in a rainbow of light as I was closing the café I worked at.
"Hello, my dear," he smiled and hung up his engineer cap on the stand sitting by the door. His suit was dark blue. When paired with his mustache, I immediately associated him with my beloved Sergeant Pepper vinyl record, which hung framed in my room.
"Hello...?" I still don't know why I didn't scream, or call the police or something. The man just...radiated safety and security.
"It's a good thing you know me. We can cut to the chase, then," I noticed the man's Liverpudlian accent and it all clicked.
"Sergeant Pepper?" I guessed. He nodded, seeming very pleased with me.
"I need your help," he sat down. I grabbed a pot of coffee and poured both him and myself a cup. I had the feeling that I would need to stay awake for this.
"What do you need?" I asked as I added cream and sugar to the black liquid, mixing it in and appreciating the swirls as the pale liquid mixed with the coffee, creating a beautiful tan.
"There is a band, my last Lonely Heart's Club Band. I believe you are familiar with them?"
"Good. They are a magnificent group of people. But, at some point in their time stream, something went wrong. I do not know what, nor do my compatriots. The point is that history was changed. And I need your help. You and three other people. My new band," Sergeant Pepper smiled at me. I blinked, in a bit of shock.
"You mean history is wrong?" I clarified.
"And I'm supposed to help fix it."
"Well, how the hell am I supposed to do that?"
"That is up to you. Will you do it?"
I sat there thinking for a second. I could save the best band of all time. My heroes. I could save John Lennon. I could save George Harrison. It wasn't even a choice. I didn't have anything here.
"Yes. I'll do it."
And with those words, my world turned upside-down.
Yeah...short :P. Anyway, review and get cookie. Flames are used to bake more cookies. Anyway, love you all and baiiii!