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Post by RINGO 'RITCHIE' STARR on Jul 24, 2011 19:21:05 GMT -5
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It was a beautiful day; there was no doubt about that. Not only had the sun managed to make an appearance today but Ringo had recorded his first lead vocal with the Beatles a few weeks ago--a cover of the Shirelles' "Boys." Of course, the drummer knew he couldn't sing and had been beyond nervous when he had first learned that they wanted him to sing at least one song on every single album they ever made but Ringo had gotten through it with the help of the ever so patient Paul and the not-so-patient-but-still-wished-his-bandmate-the-best-of-luck John.
And, today, on this gorgeous Saturday, he had agreed to meet Emmy in Richmond Park. He had grown quite fond of that little girl in the short time he had known her. Sure, he was probably fueling her crush by deciding to meet with her without the three other Beatles around but what was the harm? Give it a few years and she was probably going to start looking at boys her own age. Ringo was sure that if he hadn't been stuck in a hospital bed when he was her age he would have found some older famous woman to have a crush on. Harmless crushes were a part of growing up.
The walk from the flat to the park was a short one. Ringo found himself walking about the confines of it fifteen minutes before their scheduled meeting time. He received some double-takes from some of the other inhabitants of the park but nobody coming up to him seeking an autograph or picture. That was fine by the drummer. He knew that he was slowly garnering respect from the fans, and he didn't need anyone coming up to him to know that. He didn't know how the others, especially Paul and John, dealt with them sometimes. They couldn't take a single step anywhere without being recognized by someone.
He didn't want to walk too far into the park, lest Emmy not be able to find him so he found a bench that was within seeing distance of the entrance and plopped himself down on it. As the seconds ticked by, he found himself humming "Boys" to himself and using his hands to tap out the rhythm against his knees.
tag emmy
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lyrics strawberry fields forever - the beatles
credit a girl with kaleidoscope eyes @ caution 2.0
notes =) Sorry this stinks...I've always been horrible at starting posts!
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Post by EMMY ELIZABETH SILVIAS on Jul 24, 2011 19:48:42 GMT -5
Today was the most exciting day Emma Silvias had ever had. She actually woke up knowing that today something amazing would happen. And that something amazing involved her idol Ringo Starr. Nothing would get in the way of this. She even may have found the courage to actually stand up to her father only he had been called away on 'business' (with the Vietnam War picking up) and she had been left in the care of Mister Johanson and given his busy schedule and awkwardness around children: He was incredibly easy to sneak away from.
She all but raced into the park, her little feet carrying her as fast as they could manage. Her blonde flew behind her in the breeze that she was creating as did the light, baby blue ribbon there. But she just kept on running. She was in a hurry to find Richard Starkey. She couldn't mess this up. She was all too surprised when he had invited her, especially when Brian seemed so opposed to the Beatle boys spending time with her. But like she was ever going to say no! Not in her lifetime. NOT EVER.
"Ringo. Ringo. Ringo. Ringo." She repeated to herself over and over again. Her little mantra to keep her feet moving as she searched all over the huge park with very direct blue eyes. She was focused on her goal and by golly: She would find him. "Ringo. Ringo. Ringo." Yes, she was determined as she scurried across the infamous Richmond Park until finally...
"Ringo!" She squealed with wide eyes and a smile when she spotted him seated on the bench by the entrance. Apparently in her excitement she had just missed him. Not that Emma cared an ounce. She had found him now. "You're here!" Hurrying over to him she nearly skidded right into his lap but managed to maintain her balance at the last moment. Good thing too because it probably would have made Starr question why he had offered this meeting in the first place.
"Why are you sitting down? Are you lonely? I'll keep you company!" She asked all at once. Not even waiting for a response she plopped down on the grass by his feet, looking up in awe with wide eyes. "Georgie never said that I would get to see you TWICE!" She hung on his every word... That was if he even got a word in. |
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Post by RINGO 'RITCHIE' STARR on Jul 25, 2011 13:45:07 GMT -5
living is easy with eyes closed [/color] - - - - misunderstanding all you see - - - - [/font][/color][/center]
He heard the child's shrill voice calling out his name long before he saw her. So, having someone shout out his first name, which wasn't a common one at all, was just going to drag some unnecessary attention towards himself. Before just the people he had walked past had known he was here; now probably the whole park did. Ringo took a cautious look around his general area. Nope...No fans coming running towards him. He was still lucking out in that department today.
The Beatles may have finally accepted him as one of their own (in a very strange fashion, thanks to John and Paul's creative and immature minds) but the fans were still lagging behind the three lads from Liverpool. Oh, just give it time. Pretty soon all of the young ladies were going to be gushing over him, just like they were currently gushing over the cutie, Paul, of the group.
Speaking of a cutie, the cute young Emmy was soon in sight. He couldn't help but chuckle at her extreme enthusiasm at finding him here. "Of course I'm here," he said, letting the chuckle die down. "I said I'd be here, didn't I?" Like Ringo would have ever bailed out on this meeting. Sure, Brian would want his head on a platter as soon as he found out about (that is, if he ever found out) but that was Brian's problem. Ringo didn't see the problem. Besides, weren't men who liked children generally more attractive to women--i.e., the Beatles main fan base?
And the drummer couldn't get a word in between her questions and her pronouncement about what George had never told her. "Georgie doesn't know everything, now does he?" If Ringo had his way, this was going to be the second of many meetings to come. The drummer stood up from the bench and reached down, offering Emmy a hand to take. "Does me bride to be fancy taking a walk?" Okay, if there had been a reporter nearby, that question would have had the news shows going crazy tonight but they were relatively alone right now.
tag emmy
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lyrics strawberry fields forever - the beatles
credit a girl with kaleidoscope eyes @ caution 2.0
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Post by EMMY ELIZABETH SILVIAS on Jul 25, 2011 18:21:00 GMT -5
The smile was all but impossible to wipe off of her face as she stood in front of the man that she harbored such a crush on. He could do no wrong in her eyes and this would be the case for many years to come even when she gave in to them just being friends and had the crush all but rid of (at least she would assume so). Ringo Starr was God to her. He was perfect. Many saw a big nose, a goofy demeanor, someone who wasn't all too great at being eloquent... They didn't see what Emmy saw and for the selfless reasons that she saw it.
"You did. You did!" She nodded, still in awe that the man had actually showed up to spend time with her. "It's the first time I ever got to use a phone. Mister Johanson held it up for me to talk into when my father wasn't around." She exclaimed with widened eyes hoping that her own excitement would be contagious and Ringo just might catch it. It had been an exciting few moments when Ringo gave her, well her manager, a ring. Luckily he had been intuitive enough, perhaps with help from the boys, to get Johanson's number through Brian thus avoiding Emma's father fiasco all together. Whatever and however the reasoning it had been done.
"Will you call me again? I liked talking on the phone!" She asked, genuinely thrilled at the prospect. And chances were if Mister Starr told her yes Emma would, the entire day, count down the hours until when that treasured event would take place even though he was right there beside her in the flesh. There was something quite fun and exciting about talking on the phone and hearing the person on the other end. They could be anywhere!
At Ringo's coment about not telling George, as playful as it was, Emma turned rather serious. "I have to tell Georgie. He's my friend." And this was true, even this early in the game Emma considered him one of the few that she could give that title to. "I don't want to lie to him." Probably the most sincere and genuine thing she had ever uttered, and she had said quite a bit in her short lifetime. But her seriousness was soon thrown out the window when Ringo offered his large hand and called her 'bride'.
"Me?" Smiling, her mouth open wide, she looked from the offered hand back to the drummer. "Alright! But don't walk too fast!" She warned already foreshadowing the issue of Ringo's legs being far larger than her own and having some difficulty keeping up. Her little arm proceeded to slink right through his offered one and she took off jogging to keep up with his large steps.
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Post by RINGO 'RITCHIE' STARR on Jul 29, 2011 17:40:18 GMT -5
living is easy with eyes closed [/color] - - - - misunderstanding all you see - - - - [/font][/color][/center]
Ringo shrugged his shoulders at her question. "I don't see why not." Living in a flat with a handful of other blokes, all happily or not-so-happily taken, made phone time precious. Still, he was sure Maureen would understand it if some nights he decided to call Emmy instead of her, right? And if she thought her boyfriend was cheating on her, well, that was her problem, not his.
Oh, the drummer could only imagine the flack he'd get for saying that George didn't know everything--this coming from the one Beatle who hadn't had a lot of educational experience, thanks to his being sick and in the hospital all of the time. But there was an easy way around of word ever getting back to George about it. "It's not lyin' if he don't ever ask you about it," he said, feeling quite proud of himself for thinking of that one there. "It's like keepin' a secret...This can be our secret!" Yes. That had to work! Of course she was going to want to keep a secret for her favorite Beatle.
He adjusted his pace accordingly, taking the smallest steps he could possibly take. It felt so good to simply be out in fresh air, instead of a stuffy studio, and enjoying the company of an actual child, instead of three young men who acted like children...not that Ringo could judge because it was really four young men acting like children in the studio...and they still somehow always managed to get work done. Go figure.
Emmy's question brought him back to the here and now. "It was me stepfather that got me interested in music as a young lad," he said, "The drummin' came about because everyone always wants to have the spotlight on them--be the guitarist, the lead singer, even the bass player. I never minded bein' in the background. Drummers were needed, and when I found I could play them, me stepfather and me knew I'd found my callin' in life." But it seemed that drummers weren't exactly always in the background. At least some people noticed them and looked up to them.
tag emmy
words enough
lyrics strawberry fields forever - the beatles
credit a girl with kaleidoscope eyes @ caution 2.0
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Post by EMMY ELIZABETH SILVIAS on Aug 1, 2011 18:51:40 GMT -5
"Like a secret?!" Emma repeated her voice filled with surprise mixed with excitement. She had never been trusted to keep a secret before, let alone a good one! Sure there was the one about her father but that wasn't exactly a positive secret. So the promise of this from Ringo himself was enough to knock her for a whirl of happiness. "Just for me and you? A secret for us?!" Her little fists clenched as she separated briefly from Ringo in order to face him, practically bouncing in place. "You promise?" That was another thing that she was getting used to ever since George had managed to keep one for the first time out of anybody in her life.
"Oh wow." Emma gaped in awe at Ringo's explanation. He got to *pick* the instrument he played and when to play it? "You got to say what you wanted to play? When?" The very notion eluded her. Sure maybe it had once been that way.. Maybe... She just couldn't remember it anymore. The memory was so distant when saturated with all of the dark and awful memories that clouded it. Would the memories ever get any better? Ever?
"But it didn't work..." Emma frowned seriously at his comment about being the background. It was like she had taken offense to it. "You're my favorite... I never realized that you were in the back." Her frown deepening she tilted her head downward slightly. "Did you not want to be noticed? I'm sorry." Here they were on their first park walk and she had already managed to let him down. Hopefully their 'wedding' would go far better than this.
"The drums are neat... I just play the stupid ole piano." Emma moped and uttered the worst word that she had ever said in her life. Wasn't that sad? With a gasp her head jerked up with widened eyes and she closed the distance between herself and Ringo, her eyes pleading. "Please don't tell anybody I said that. It's a bad word. Please don't!" |
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Post by RINGO 'RITCHIE' STARR on Aug 2, 2011 17:07:26 GMT -5
living is easy with eyes closed [/color] - - - - misunderstanding all you see - - - - [/font][/color][/center]
He couldn't help but smile and chuckle as his brilliant idea seemed to immensely please Emmy. You didn't always need a complete formal education to come up with smart ideas. "Just for me and you," he agreed, adding a conspiratorial wink in there. "I promise." There. That was settled. No need to worry about George or the other blokes giving him any flack over his little transgression about the youngest Beatle.
It was when she expressed excitement over something as simple as choosing which instrument he wanted to play that Ringo realized he didn't know a lot about Emmy's own life. He had heard snatches and bits from the other members of the band who had known her slightly longer than he had but those bits and pieces still left a lot of the puzzle unfinished. "I don't think anyone ever really gets to choose what they wanna play," he said, "The instruments choose us." Once again, he didn't need a good education to know what her question had implied: someone had forced her to play the piano. So, instead of getting flustered and angry at some person he didn't even know, he had gone for a more tactful answer.
When he was with Emmy it was easy to forget that she was just a child because she acted so grownup but every now and then things she said reminded him of that fact. "Don't be sorry," he said, not realizing that that was one of many times to come where Emmy was going to end up apologizing for something she didn't need to apologize for, "I'm glad that such a beautiful and bright young lass noticed me." And that was the truth. It had been a little bit of a boost to his ego when she had said that he was her favorite.
She spoke again, calling the piano stupid, and then begged him not to tell anyone about what she had said. At first, Ringo thought she didn't want him telling anyone that she didn't like the piano but then she narrowed down what she wanted him to keep mum about to a single word--a bad word. Stupid. He held in his chuckle this time around. "Now we have two secrets," he said, nudging her shoulder playfully.
tag emmy
words enough
lyrics strawberry fields forever - the beatles
credit a girl with kaleidoscope eyes @ caution 2.0
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Post by EMMY ELIZABETH SILVIAS on Aug 14, 2011 13:10:14 GMT -5
"Beautiful? Me?" The words caused her to hault in her own tracks. She stood very still in the park, releasing Ringo's hand as he took a step or two more before finally haulting himself. Blue eyes looked up at the man with a somber tone. "I'm not beautiful." She stated simply though there was an air of concern in her voice and in her expression. Surely Ringo Starr was a bright man, wouldn't he know that she was not pretty and certainly not anything special? Her father knew that. And didn't fathers know everything?
"I'm just me. Just Emmy." She added for good measure hoping to provide Ringo with the room to proove that he was indeed a smart man. At least Emma hoped so, she could only see him as perfect, and handsome, and fun, and utterly brilliant. She knew that he would proove himself once again when he admitted his mistake in calling her beautiful. Even with all of these thoughts going on in her head a small part of her, burried beneath it all, wished that he wouldn't take it back. Like Ringo it was very rare that the little girl felt special or even wanted... She too needed the ego boost once in a while.
"Will you still marry me even though I'm not pretty? Even though I'm just me?" The little piano player inquired her brow furrowed with concern and genuine interest in his response. She hung on every word, every breath. In this moment, and perhaps every moment after, Richard Starkey had the power to make or break the poor girl's spirits whether intentional or not. It was quite a sad state to be in. You ended up constantly toeing the line whether you were aware of it or not.
"It's alright if the answer is no." She offered the blatant lie up on a silver platter. Once again giving Ringo room to leave or deny her if he wished. "I'm a big girl." Another lie. Well... Physically anyways. |
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