Chapter Two

Paul sits on couch, staying silent, blankly looking at the window. He's somewhere out there, not in Ringo's house, not even in this world.

George turns back to the drummer and whispers:
"What's going on with him? Lennon's death was shock to all of us but he doesn't take it right. He looks like a mess."
"There's something more here." Ringo whispers back.
Both of them look at Paul with worry.
"If we only knew..."

"Okay" Says Geo out loud. "We're almost ready. Let's eat something. We have to wait until midnight and I'm starving"

Midnight comes.
Ex-Beatles sit at the round table. The whole house is quiet and dark. The only light is circle of candles at the floor. Atmosphere is a bit nervous and seminal.
Paul looks at George with a cocktail of emotions on his face.
"So... What now?"
"We should..." Harrison opens an old and thick as a Bible book.
Session begins.

***

Meanwhile John Lennon wakes up in Hell.
"Where am I...?"
He notices someone's face over him.
"Did you wake up?"
"Um, I guess... And what's going on here?"
"Welcome to Hell"
John's jaw drops.
"What the...? But God doesn't exist!"
"He does and sent you here"

Lennon can't believe it. He starts to insult God with anger. How dare he sent him to Hell forgetting all the 'peace and love' stuff?!

"Man, calm down. It's too late, when the guys above make decision there's no way back."
Ex-Beatle calms a little.
"So if I'm in Hell, you're not supposed to... punish me for my sins or something?"
Satan shrugs. "Nah, it's just a story for little children. In fact boss is just a stuffed shirt and he wants peace and quiet up there."
"Oh..."
"Yeah, generally make yourself home. I'll show you your room."

They go through long, red corridors of Hell. Walls are covered by plenty of paintings.
Walking up another stairs Lennon starts to think: 'Can't they just have an elevator here?'
Not that he is tired. No, he's dead, he can't feel fatigue. But still, that's puzzling.

Finally they arrive to one of the highest floor.
Corridors are biggest here, but also more devastated. He notices few broken bottle here and there. And is that condom?
Satan sees John's confused look.
"There are rock stars living here."
"That explains a lot." John chuckles.

They stop beside a big apartment.
"This is your room." Satan says and unlocks the door.
John opens his eyes wide, surprised.
"I thought you get along" Devil says.
"Wow... thanks."
"So, I'm gonna leave you now, have fun." Then he disappears in a hallway.
Lennon stays in place looking at the man in front of him. The one and only Keith Moon. The drummer of The Who sits on the floor of his bedroom, in the place where the bed is supposed to be.

The whole chamber is full of broken glass, destroyed furniture, tore paintings. Windows are wide open.
"John! Hello mate!" Keith pats his back. "While waiting for you, I let myself do little redecoration here. Do you like it?" He smiles broadly.
"What the fuck are you doing here? Where's my bed?" Lennon asks a bit shocked.
"I threw it away, it was spoiling the atmosphere. But stop about this. What's up? How's Ringo doing?"
"Fine, I think. I wonder how they are now..." John says, deep in thoughts.
"Don't worry about that. Let living live and make dead drunk." Moonie stretches out a box of alcohol. "What about the party to welcome the legend?"
Lennon nods, still puzzled about this whole situation. Soon he'll get used to it, he's got no choice.

Suddenly there's knocking on the door.
"Oh, it's probably Elvis!"
Presley joins them. Party starts. Soon everyone is drunk.

"Ey... you guess who will be next?" At some point the King asks.
"You mean?" John doesn't understand.
"Who'll die next" Moonie explains.
"Oh..."
"I stand up on Mercury!" Keith shouts.
"Why?"
"Please... This old queer is going to destroy himself soon. Have you heard about, you know, HIV?"
"Do you think that's the way he'll die?" Ex-Beatle raises his eyebrow.
"Yep"
"Um... I bet on Jagger" Elvis says.

Lennon stays rather quiet, not sure if it's okay to bet something like that.
After next few shots he gives up and stands up on Roger Waters.
"In fact, I'd like to see him here."

Party continues.

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