Seaside Blues- A Short Story

Ringo: Let's not play SeaSide Blues today.
Paul: Why? You know the crowds love it. It's a concert regular.
George: Yeah, it's pretty apt too, you know, on the ship, in the heart of the Pacific. Plus it's simple- just the A and D chords.

Ringo: Precisely. What if the first string breaks? I mean it's so dependent on D we can't take a chance. It's better we use the other five.
John: Bullshit, Ringo. What do you know about guitars?
Ringo: I know that bastards called John think they know all about it.
George: Knock it off guys, there's only an hour left.
Paul: That's a lot of time.
Ringo: What for?
George: To decide the playlist, of course. What did you think?
Ringo: I? Nothing. Nothing at all.

George: Anyone intereseted in joining me for a smoke?
Paul: Wait. I'll join you.
Ringo: Ditto. John?
George: You'd better stay to coordinate with the producers.
John: Yeah. Not in the mood anyway.
John: George, on the way out ask the guards to take it easy. Have a couple of beers or something.
George: Perfect. They've toiled all day, and have a lot on their plate this week.


George: Damn! Left my wallet inside. You guys go ahead, I'll join you.

Guards: Wonder what made the chaps so benevolent today. Burp! Grand. Hey! No entry in here, sir.
Chaplin: Just want to get this album signed sir. Please sir, I've been through a lot to arrange for this.
Chief: Okay. Check him for weapons.
Guard: Clear Sir.
Chief: Let him in then.

Epilogue Part I:
The guards stormed into the room. John's throat was slit, but no weapons were found on the scene of crime. George had a miraculous escape, as he jumped into the sea through the window. John's guitar was missing, and it was unanimously concluded that the murderer kept it as a souvenir. But the mystery of the lethal weapon was never solved.

Epilogue Part II:
Months later, an underwater exploration team stumbled on something at the floor of the sea. It was a human skeleton with a metallic string and a stone wound round his neck and a five-string guitar nearby.