♫ Can you write a little story that includes 6 of these phrases?

Question

1. You May Be Right
2. Beatles Influence
3. Code Of Silence
4. Half A Mile Away
5. It's Still Rock and Roll To Me
6. In A Sentimental Mood
7. Through The Long Night
8. You've Got Me Hummin'
9.River Of Dreams
10. Piano Man

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Answer 1

"You may be right, mother," said Trevor, fingering his new pony-tail. "Maybe I'm too old to re-capture the youth that you stole from me."

His mother, whose nose practically met her chin, cackled through her two remaining yellow teeth.

"Stole your youth?" she asked in a tone of wonderment. "All I ever did was for your own good. I was just trying to counter the Beatles' influence so you would prepare for life as a responsible adult."

He ignored her for a moment, a gesture he viewed as part of his code of silence amid long-suffering.

"Don't sulk! Don't sull up!" she barked, twisting his pony-tail with one hand and his new ear-ring with the other until he winced painfully. "May I suggest that perhaps, since you are now an ex-teenager---67 years old going on a hundred by the look of you-- your youth may be down the toilet already? With all that booze!"

"Mom! You know I'm a teetotaler now," he sighed, in a melodramatic sigh that hissed audibly all the way across the room.

"Teetotally stoned by noon every day," she sneered. "You quit the booze but started back on the marijuana. Beatles' influence! When will you ever grow up, Trevor?"

"Mom, everybody does marijuana. And that was the Rolling Stones. And that was forty years ago, back in 1967. I was just a 27-year-old unemployed man living with his mother , and just wanted to go to a Rolling Stones concert with my old high school buddies. I won free tickets, in that newspaper limerick contest, and it was only half a mile away. But you wouldn't let me go.."

"And so you deliberately skipped your job interview that day, and went to California and became a Hippie. Came back home needing Mommy more than ever! Well, I thought those Beatles were corrupting American youth, and you proved me right. Look at you!"

"Rolling Stones, Mama! You did talk me out of the concert, I did leave home, so why don't you just forget about it?"

"You're the one who brought it up," she lied baldly, surprising herself even with her determination not to yield one point in the argument. "Anyway, it's the Devil's music. Might be why you acted like a Devil then, and look like the Devil now!"

"Mom, weren't you ever young? Didn't you listen to bobbysoxer music back in the forties? Swoon for a crooner?"

"In 1940 I wasn't in a particularly sentimental mood," she replied. "My younger brothers and my fiance all joined the Canadian Royal Air Force to fight Hitler. I cried through the long night. Then he went to Korea! Luckily, they all came home safe and got good jobs. The jerk even gave me a child-- got me and my best friend pregnant, both on the same night."

"Dig that soap opera," he sneered. "You ruined my life, Mama! You would never let me go. You made me an emotional cripple set up for drug addiction. I couldn't even make it at Haight-Asbury...""

"You were all I ever had," she said a bit plaintively, then cackled jeeringly. "Same old song, second verse! I've got your sad tune memorized! You've even got me hummin' along! Sometimes I feel sorry for you, then I think: If you hated Mom's apron strings so much, why didn't you leave?

"Lessee--- I was born in 1899. I am now one hundred and eight years old. You were born in 1940 when I was 41 years old, and now you're 67, the oldest beatnik in the world. Your name is in the Guiness Book of World Records! Can't you leave now, if you want so much to be independent?"

"Don't you mean Hippie?" he asked. "A lot of Hippies are older than me Besides, I can't desert my 108-year-old mother," he shouted indignantly.

"Beatnik," she reasserted, "and I 've dreamed of the day when you would leave. I live in a river of dreams! But you love that old river of gravy from Mama's table, don't you? Flat don't want to work."

"I'm not your slave," he sniffed. "If I were black, and born in the same century that you were, you'd probably sell me down the river. You never loved me!"

"I was born in 1899," she said. "The slaves were freed in the 1860s..." But she was interrupted when the piano man arrived to pick up the Steinway. He explained that Trevor, the aged, incurable Hippie, had sold it . Probably to pay his drug dealer.

Her eyes widened to the limit in surprise, but, seeing Trevor's sly, hooded look, she knew she would never get a straight explanation from him.

"While you're hauling away my piano, please take my son too," she offered. "I'm throwing him in for free."

The piano man at first refused, saying he was useless, then led him away in chains. And then she awakened with a sigh.

It was only a dream! She looked up at the calendar on the bedroom wall. It was still only 1967!

"I AM living in a river of dreams," she sighed, and went and awakened Trevor so he wouldn't miss his appointment at the employment office.

She was still just a young chick of 68, and her son Trevor was still only 27. A little over the hill to be living at home, but it could be worse. What a terrible dream! What if he is still around in 2007, an unimaginably long time off? What if she is still supporting him then? What if he NEVER gets a job?

"You can go to the Beatles' concert after you apply for that job," she said.

"Rolling Stones," he corrected.

"It's all rock and roll to me," she replied. Then, with steely resolution, she added, "You go to that Beatles concert only if you get that job. I'm already even older than I dreamed you got before you left home. I don't want you around here when I'm 108 years old like I was!"

"Whatever you say, Mom," he said in a mystified tone, suddenly determined to haul his cool, hip self thousands of miles away from his crazy Mom.

Even he had to skip that stupid job interview, and go to California to become a Hippie.

Answer 2

One day in a land far far away

1. You May Be Right
2. Beatles Influence
3. Code Of Silence
4. Half A Mile Away
5. It's Still Rock and Roll To Me
6. In A Sentimental Mood
7. Through The Long Night
8. You've Got Me Hummin'
9.River Of Dreams
10. Piano Man

And they all lived happily ever after

except for the piano man who died in a horrific boating accident in guatimala

Answer 3

Okay Sunshine here is my submission, although I know It doe not compare with the creativeness of the other answerers:
The Long NIght
I felt meloncohly again and I needed something to help me [through the long night] ahead of me. I was alone, alone again in my own [code of silence]. †he eloquence of silence so loud it pounded against my chest. I could hear the blood pulse though my veins.

I took another deep breath an opened the lid of the small wooden box like I've done, alone, so many times before [in a sentimental mood]. What did I expect to change since the last time I opened it? Nothing. The past could never be erased no matter how many times I open this box.

It was the 60's and the era of the [Beatles influence] beginning the new music period but, I don't care, [it's still rock and roll to me.] The ticket stub, now tattered with time and age still reminded me of how much I had been in love. Sam and I had been in love and had so much planned for our lives, so much we wanted to do but our [river of dreams] came to a halt that fatal night after the last showing of ["The Piano Man]". Sam lived his life like a rebel and like a rebel he died.
He lived just a [half a mile away] down the road although at times it seemed he was half a world a way.
"[You may be right]!' I heard him say, "I may be crazy, but I got to beat him tonight. It's tonight or never."

And, I wished it could had been never and Sam and I would of gone on, we could have gone on -- together. We would have had a couple of kids playing in the back yard, with a dog playing fetch. It could have been that way.

He reved up the cycle engine, "[You've got me hummin'!] he shouted. And I'm gonna beat you this time!"

The cycle skidded and went out of control over the curve that night. They killed him. They knew what would happen and they murdered him. He didn't see the fresh oil.

LIke so many times before, opening the box didn't change a thing, It couldn't renew the past or bring Sam back again. All the tear stained notes, and all the tear stained photos or movie stubs in the world wasn't going to change that.

I put the lid back on the box, and knew again it was going to be a very very long night ahead of me, again.

Answer 4

The PIANO MAN said to his wife "YOU MAY BE RIGHT. The CODE OF SILENCE could be broken." His wife says"I know I'm right i waited THROUGH A LONG NIGHT to find out. You should believe me."

Mean while A HALF A MILE AWAY, a group of young teenagers are under the BEATLES INFLUENCE. They think that life is a RIVER OF DREAMSN and none of them are IN A SENTIMENTAL MOOD. But it's ok cause IT'S STILL ROCK AND ROLL TO ME!!!!

Answer 5

"Hey! The Beatles influence is the best!" said Shawnda.

"Nope, only the Piano Man for me," stated Paul firmly.

"Either one of you may be right," said June, "but I'm following my usual code of silence on this. It's still rock and roll to me, no matter who your favorite band is. Let's get back on track here - we need to figure out whether we want live music for prom or a DJ, *then* we can get to what kind of music we play. Not to mention I wanna hear it half a mile away, and they've already told us that won't fly."

A few months later, it was obvious that the students had prevailed. Those who were in a sentimental mood had plenty of music to get them through the long night. Those who wanted to rap were rappin', and those who wanted to dance were movin' like the fools or beautiful dancers they were - it just depended on who you asked. There was something for everyone, from country to classical. And the music was loud enough to drown out arguments about whose music was better. It was a regular river of dreams musically-speaking.

The headlines in the school paper the next day read, "You've Got Me Hummin'" and "A Toe-Tappin' Time Had by All." Even the most die-hard fans found something to be satisfied with in the musical choices.

Who was on this magical team that pleased everyone with the musical selections, you ask? You want to hire them for *your* event? You're tired of people complaining their musical artist is *the* one, and no other artist compares? Sorry, gonna keep this little secret to myself. Like politics and religion, it's more fun to hear people debate it than it is to have everyone agree.

(:

Answer 6

About a half a mile in from the edge of the shore, just where the grasses started to thin out and the first lines of gorse started to work their way in towards the trees, the boy huddled around the small gas stove, his only defence against the piercing wind that howled down through the glen, jealously guarding the small flame, as he'd done through the long night, void of sleep. Shivering and hungry, he thought back to the last bitter and typically antagonistic words thrown mockingly in his face, as he'd defiantly left the comfort and protection of the enclave the previous evening; of the multiple patronising voices telling how he could only fail, yet almost taunting him.... goading him to leave.... and that he headed only towards a cold and miserable end...... and said quietly to himself, his breath vapourising in the air...."you may be right". He thought again, as he looked out over the unfathomable blackness of the river, of dreams and plans, and wondered if he would ever now realise them. Shaking himself quickly out of his reverie, he chided himself, letting his fingers creep just close enough to the naked flame to cause a sharp intake of breath. The boy knew that he could ill afford to allow himself the luxury of allowing himself time in a sentimental mood, not if he wanted to survive 'til sunrise. Suddenly, he sensed movement off to his right, and heard the unmistakeable snap of a twig being snapped underfoot. Immediately, he killed the flame from the stove, realising he would be at an immediate disadvantage until he regained his night vision. Peering intently into the distance, barely daring to breathe, he made out the shape of the creature which had caused the noise, the creature which had encroached upon his camp, the creature which had unwittingly broken the code of silence...... and he knew immediately, that they had been right.

Answer 7

♥ "Through the long night" she tossed and turned on a "river of dreams". When she awoke in the morning her husband said the neighbors heard you cry in your sleep from a "half a mile away". He told her it may be the "beatles influence", you need to stop listening to them before you go to bed. She insisted it was not that, but when she didnt listen to them that night before she went to bed... she woke up in the morning and said "you may be right". Each night she tried listening to the "Piano Man" instead, but her "code of silence" for the beatles was easily broken. As she danced around in her jammies that night singing "It's Still Rock and Roll to Me, You've got me hummin'".....As the song came to a stop she stopped dancing, turned the music off and ran up to her bedroom. Her husband lay on the bed waiting for her. She climbed beneath the covers and tried to close her eyes. As tired as she was she couldnt get to sleep. When she finally dozed off she awoke to a loud bang. She jumped up and saw her husband standing sheepishly in front of the bedroom door with a present in his hand. She immediately relaxed and something so simple put her "in a sentimental mood". She sat the present on the dresser and said "let me open it in the morning honey, lets get some sleep!" Good Night and sweet dreams!

:-) Hope you enjoyed my story!

Answer 8

youve got me hummin half a mile a way through the long night you may be right its still rock and roll to me in this river of dreams called life.

Answer 9

Billy Joel and the Beatles shouldn't be mentioned in the same sentence.

Answer 10

I agree with Jimmathy