copyright - Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
"I have an idea, mates," said Jeremiah. "From now on we only play rock n' roll."
"I don't know," said Pablo. "You mean forget about fox trots, waltzes, and polkas?"
"Exactly. Imagine all the people loving us when they see us!"
"You could be right, Jeremiah," responded Gerardo. "All things must pass and it's time for the new."
"Okay, I'm in," agreed Pablo. "Maybe they will love us do. What do you think, Rutger?"
"I think I might turn out to be the luckiest guy in history!"
And so was born the greatest musical group of all time:
John, Paul, George, and Ringo? That's a parallel universe, dudes.
What the hell have you been smoking?
I'm sure I wasn't alone in thinking of the Beatles when I saw the above prompt standing there for this week's Friday Fictioneers songfest, so I wrote about the four moptops, Jeremiah, Pablo, Gerardo, and Rutger and how they got their start.
All you need is love and a good mouse to click here for the entrees, Beatles-related or otherwise, of the other Fictioneers.
And you know what, Rutger? Even though you were indeed the luckiest guy in history, Ringo - of the parallel Earth - may have been even a bit luckier!