- Birthday/Drummer Boy
- July 7th, 2010
I awoke, and realized something as I looked at the calender: It was July 7th. It was Ringo's birthday! I looked at the clock, praying that I didn't sleep in late today...darn! It's 1:42 P.M. I thought for a minute, clearing my mind. Ringo startled me, as he was making coffee. He had just woke up too. "Hey man." I piped up. "Ye still in yer boxers, Macca." He stated blandly. Everyone called me 'Macca' since John had come up with it, because my last name sounds hilarious in a British accent, or something along those lines. Ringo had dark bags under his eyes, and he forgot to use his special birthday mug George had gotten him last year. His mug was just a plain green one. I thought that one had a crack in it. Something was wrong, I could tell. George was up, and he Noticed Ringo's mug, too. I didn't want the fella to break down because someone didn't acknowledge his gift that he made. Yup people, George made that mug. He made it in some art shop 101 class at the institution of art and skill, that we just so happened to randomly drop by. George loves art and so does John. I fancy it, but not like those two. They could blab for hours on how Vincent Vangough shaded the night sky and used various shades of yellow for the stars. Ringo looked upset, and soon George began to notice. Smart kid. Ringo went in the livingroom to sip his coffee. George quickly pulled me into the hall, right where all our rooms were. We stopped in his room. "What is it, Georgie? You almost broke me arm off!" George put his index finger to his lips and quietly whispered, "We've got to get him a present. He's upset, because nobody has noticed his big day. Don't say a word, I won't, and you make sure John doesn't. I want this to work. Come on let's go on and get ready to go." I nodded. He gave me an odd look, "And don't go on parading in yer underwear, mate." I nodded and left for my room. I put of a black turtleneck sweater, mac, black slacks, and black shiny dress shoes. I looked suave. If Elvis or Buddy Holly were to see me, they would be proud. I looked up at the sky. I looked at the calender. I was ready. George and I nearly bumped into eachother halfway in the hall. "You!" I pointed at him, we chuckled. "Come. Now. We must leave. Our chariot awaits." I dramatized. "Get off ye nit." George joked. Then he grew serious. "We need to wake Johnny!" He said smiling and laughing. George and I banged on John's door and in unison said, "Johnny wake up! John! Up! Rise and shine! Come on! Up! Now!" We stopped when John opened the door with a grim expression. George- Uh Me- Oh.